"Boss, I broke it again last night."

Early in the morning, Balotelli came to the training ground. His face was a little pale, but his head was drooping, and he looked listless. He was carrying a large bottle of mineral water in his right hand and threw it on the lawn casually.

"What is 'again', what's the matter?"

"Why do you seem to have not slept all night?"

Dong Fangzhuo asked three questions in a row. At this time, Balotelli was in extremely poor mental state, like a soft earthworm, and seemed to have no strength at all.

"I haven't closed my eyes for a night, woo... I want to die." Balotelli simply sat on the turf, looking in pain.

"Then you still come to the training ground to have sex? You won't use it today."

"I'm afraid that if I don't come to the training ground, I'll be in bed directly! So I ran over..."

When he said this, Balotelli had already stretched his whole body and lay on the grass, slanting in a "big" shape. No, to be precise, it should be a "tai" character, because his third leg seemed to have a particularly strong vitality today, pushing the loose pants out a very obvious corner...

"Tell me, what the hell is going on."

Balotelli browed, turned his body, stretched his left hand to his lower body and grabbed it, and then turned over and pressed on the turf in pain.

"I wanted to go to ** last night, but I was afraid that it wouldn't work, so I bought three pills online. Just in case, I took three pills half an hour in advance."

Speaking of this, Balotelli took a breath, "Farke, I'm thirsty again...I want to drink water."

He quickly sat up and grabbed the mineral water bottle on the lawn with difficulty. After unscrewing it, he started drinking it. It looked so hungry.

"Have three Viagra?" Dong Fangzhuo was shocked. He had never eaten Viagra, but it seemed that he would not eat three Viagra at one time, right? Is Balotelli trying to become an immortal with a beautiful woman?

"You are only 18 years old, do you need that? Damn, do you think you are not good? You kid are too lacking in education..."

After thinking about it, he shouldn't have said so much nonsense, he wanted to know later.

"What happened later?"

"Later, it happened later. I tossed for two hours, and the other party went crazy, and then ran away."

"の... means that it's not over in the end, and people are scared by you and run away?"

"That's right..." Balotelli seemed to have exhausted his last intention and had no strength to speak.

"And then, you keep opening your eyes until now? Continuously destroying the mosquitoes on this ceiling?"

"almost……"

Balotelli tilted his head and lay on the grass again...

What a poor child...

You can't die here. When the autopsy report comes out, it's really the most eccentric thing in the world that I'll die by eating Viagra.

He quickly stepped on Balotelli's body, "Hey, get up, get up quickly, you can still save me."

"I can't get up anymore, I don't have the slightest strength."

"Damn, the third leg is still so energetic. Don't pretend to be dead. Go to the bathroom to take a shower and keep drinking water. I guess you'll be fine after tomorrow. But if you go find it again now, you'll probably die faster..."

"Hey, Felipe, you're here just in time, take this guy to the bathroom!"

"Boss, what's wrong with him?"

"の, nothing, it seems like I'm drunk and need to be awake."

"Oh, okay..."

Coutinho quickly pulled Balotelli up and carried it on his thin shoulders. Coutinho was only 1.72m tall and had not even developed completely. He weighed only 68 kilograms, while Balotelli was 1.89 meters tall and weighed 88 kilograms. It was completely a lightweight and a heavyweight.

But Coutinho gritted his teeth and dragged the guy up and walked forward.

"Boss, this guy is so heavy..."

"Damn, the third leg is still shaking!"

“…”

Dong Fangzhuo kept shook his head and watched them go away. After walking for more than a hundred meters away, Dong Fangzhuo shouted, "Felipe, just throw him in the bathroom, don't worry about him."

"What?"

"I said you come back quickly."

"Oh! I understand."

Dong Fangzhuo shook his head again and thought to himself, Alas, maybe he was thinking too much...

Then he praised Coutinho in his heart.

Coutinho is a very good kid, obedient and diligent, and willing to learn with him. In fact, he is learning from each other. Coutinho's skills are not worse than himself at all. He is better than himself in many aspects. He doesn't have much to pass on to him, and basically he is conscious. But even so, the child's learning speed is quite amazing. He likes to compare others and read competitions...

Sooner or later, he will be a super giant.

It was not until Coutinho and the other two disappeared into the wall that Dong Fangzhuo focused again on training.

Five minutes passed, but Coutinho didn't come out.

About ten minutes later, Dong Fangzhuo heard a sound of slaughtering a pig.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

In a blink of an eye, Coutinho rushed out of the other end of the fence, running towards Dong Fangzhuo as crazy as he was, looking back from time to time.

"Damn it, it's not a death?"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"old……"

Coutinho rushed to Dong Fangzhuo panting, unable to breathe, and could not even speak. It would be terrible for a professional football player to pant like this!

Has Coutinho not been physically trained recently?

"Damn it, it's dead? Running like this."

"No...no...yes, Fark! It's so terrifying, so terrifying!" Coutinho's face turned pale, and pointed one hand behind the wall, as if he was really a ghost.

"You can take a breath first, and then talk slowly, as long as it's not Balotelli's death."

"Fark, Fark, Fark! He's fine, he's just fucking..."

I have never seen Coutinho swear. Today is the first time I can imagine what horrible things happened to Coutinho.

"I just helped him into the bathroom and saw that he was dirty all over. I kindly helped him take off his clothes and then went to find a piece of soap."

"の..." Speaking of this, Dong Fangzhuo understood what was going on and couldn't help but look at Coutinho's body.

Wet...

Something is a story!

"Boss, don't get me wrong."

"I just got the soap in. The scene was a bit unbearable. I was so sad, I ran out immediately."

"But he's too fast..."

"It's a tragedy." Dong Fangzhuo felt cold and sighed, "Felippe, I'm sorry..."

"I didn't, so I broke free. I happened to have a piece of soap in my hand, so I stuffed it into him. As soon as I slipped, I escaped... Oh my god, what's going on with this guy today? Could it be that I took chun medicine?"

After saying that, Coutinho couldn't help but turn his head and look back. When he was sure that Balotelli didn't follow him, he finally calmed down a lot.

"Oh, you know, he has a little brain, a little demented, and it's normal to do something amazing... He really seems to have taken the wrong medicine today..." Dong Fangzhuo was helpless, but his eyes looked at Coutinho again. It took fifteen minutes not long, nor short. It seemed that something had happened, and time was enough.

But Coutinho was once again looked down upon and got goosebumps, "Boss, really no..."

"Ahem, I believe, I believe..."

“…”

Today is holiday, there are few people at the training base, and there will be no first-team players coming to the training ground to take the initiative to practice. Except for Dong Fangzhuo and Coutinho, there is no one else.

"But I think I really can't let it go, so I'd better go to the hospital?" Dong Fangzhuo suddenly remembered a real case. In his previous life, an NBA star almost died because of an overdose of drugs. Who knows if Balotelli is like this?

Three pills...

"Felipe, let's take him to the hospital together."

"Together?" Coutinho asked subconsciously, thinking that if it was a person, then let it go, he didn't want to lose his virginity.

"Of course, why don't you give it to yourself?"

“…”

The two of them walked into the bathroom again and seemed to smell the smell of boiled taro sugar water again...

"Mario, we have to go to the hospital."

"Hospital?" Mario hung his head, "No, I don't want to go to the hospital. If I go to the news, I will be embarrassed."

"If you don't go to the hospital, you might die. Do you want to die, or go to the hospital?"

Dong Fangzhuo continued, "Do you know NBA? A few days ago, an NBA star ate two Viagras, but he almost woke up in the hospital. You took three. If you don't go, you won't even finish the first shot in your life."

"Think about it, except for your brother, do you feel headaches, flushing, indigestion, nasal congestion and visual abnormalities now? It's just a serious symptom. If you don't go to the hospital, you will die here without even shooting. You will become the first football player in the world to die in the locker room. Congratulations, this is how you have been recorded in the history of football."

"Wardfack!"

"I don't want it, I absolutely don't want to be like this. I'll go, I'll go, we'll go right away." Balotelli got up from the ground, pulled a bath towel and wiped his body, and his movements were very nimble.

Coutinho, who was beside him, was a little afraid to look at it! Damn, Balotelli's dark body was shaking a French popsicle, and he felt so furious when he looked at it!

More than half an hour later, Balotelli finally came to the Milan hospital under Dong Fangzhuo's coaxing and tricking him. Coutinho was quite clever and went to the attending doctor in advance. As a result, the attending doctor specially arranged a ward for Balotelli, and finally leaked the matter without being in the hospital.

However, it is impossible to not know that it is impossible. Sooner or later, it will always be discovered.

Because Dong Fangzhuo's appearance alone has become too eye-catching...
Chapter completed!