Chapter 777 Those Things in the Bathroom...

"Boss, I did 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. He looked listless. He was holding a large bottle of mineral water in his right hand and threw it casually on the lawn.

"What does 'again' mean? What's going on?"

"Why do you seem to have been up all night?"

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

"I didn't close my eyes all night, ugh... I want to die." Balotelli simply sat on the grass with a look of pain on his face.

"Then you still come to the training ground to fuck? You don't need to come to the training ground today."

"I was afraid that if I didn't come to the training ground, I would just have sex in bed! So I ran here..."

When he said this, Balotelli had already stretched out his whole body, lying on the turf, spread out in a 'big' shape, no, to be precise, it should be a 'tai' character, because his third leg , the vitality seems to be particularly strong today, and the baggy pants have an obvious corner...

"Tell me what's going on."

Balotelli frowned, turned sideways, and reached his lower body with his left hand to scratch, then turned over in pain and pressed on the turf.

"I wanted to go to the hospital last night, but I was afraid I couldn't, so I bought three pills online, just in case. I took three pills half an hour in advance."

At this point, Balotelli took a breath and said, "Faq, I'm thirsty again... I want to drink water."

He quickly sat up, grabbed the mineral water bottle on the lawn with difficulty, unscrewed it, and started drinking. He looked really thirsty.

"Take three pills of Viagra?" Dong Fangzhuo was shocked. He had never taken Viagra, but it seemed that he couldn't take three pills at one time, right? Balotelli wants to become an immortal with a beautiful woman?

"You're only 18 years old, do you need that? Damn it, do you think you're not good enough? You kid is too devoid of education..."

After thinking that he shouldn't talk so much nonsense, he wanted to know what happened next.

"and after?"

"Later, it finally happened. I struggled for two hours, and the other party went crazy and ran away."

"の... It means that if nothing is done in the end, people will be afraid of being tormented by you and run away?"

"That's it..." Balotelli seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength and no longer even had the strength to speak.

"And then, you keep your eyes open until now? Are you constantly killing mosquitoes on the ceiling?"

"almost……"

Balotelli tilted his head and fell on the turf again...

What a poor child...

We can't let you die here. When the autopsy report comes out, it will be the strangest news in the world that you died of taking Viagra.

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

"I can't get up. I don't have any strength left."

"Nima, the third leg is still so energetic. Don't pretend to be dead. Just go to the bathroom and take a shower and keep drinking water. You'll probably be fine after tomorrow. But if you look for it again now, you'll probably die faster..."

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

"Boss, what's wrong with him?"

"No, it's nothing. I seem to be drunk and need to sober up."

"Oh fine……"

Coutinho quickly pulled Balotelli up and carried him on his thin shoulders. Coutinho is only 1.72 meters tall, not even fully grown, and weighs only 68 kilograms, while Balotelli is 1.89 meters tall and weighs 88 kilograms. He is completely a lightweight or a heavyweight.

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

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

"Nah, the third leg is still swinging around!"

"..."

Dong Fangzhuo kept shaking his head and watched the two of them go away. After they were more than a hundred meters away,

Dong Fangzhuo shouted, "Felipe, just throw him in the bathroom and don't worry about him."

"What?"

"I told you to come back quickly."

"Oh, got it."

Dong Fangzhuo shook his head again and thought, Alas, maybe he thinks too much...

Then he praised Coutinho in his heart.

Coutinho is a very good kid, obedient and hard-working, and he is willing to learn with him. In fact, he is learning from each other. Coutinho's foot skills are not worse than his own at all, and he is better than him in many aspects. There are not many things that can be passed on to him, and they are basically all conscious. But even so, this child's learning rate is quite amazing. He likes to compare others and read competitions...

Sooner or later, he will be a giant.

It wasn't until Coutinho and his two figures disappeared into the wall that Dong Fangzhuo focused on training again.

Five minutes passed and Coutinho didn't come out.

About ten minutes later,

Dong Fangzhuo heard the sound of killing a pig.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

In an instant, Coutinho rushed out from the other side of the wall, running towards Dong Fangzhuo like crazy, looking back from time to time.

"Oh no, no one was killed, right?"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"old……"

Coutinho rushed to Dong Fangzhuo panting. He was out of breath and couldn't even speak. It's really unreasonable for a professional football player to be breathing like this!

Has Coutinho not conducted physical training recently?

"Damn it, is someone dead? Running like this."

"No...no...yes, Fak! It's too scary, too scary!" Coutinho looked pale and pointed behind the wall, as if he had really seen a ghost.

"Take a breath first and then speak slowly, as long as Balotelli doesn't die."

"Farke, Farke, Farke! He's fine, that's all..."

I have never seen Coutinho use foul language. Today is the first time. You can imagine what terrible things happened to Coutinho.

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

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

Wet...

A bit of a story!

"Boss, don't get me wrong."

"As soon as I got the soap in, the scene was a bit unsightly. Sorry, I ran out immediately."

"But he's too fast..."

"What a tragedy." Dong Fangzhuo felt cold and sighed, "Felipe, my condolences..."

"I didn't, so I struggled to get away. I happened to have a piece of soap in my hand, so I stuffed it on him. As soon as it slipped, I escaped... Oh my god, what happened to this guy today? Couldn't he be eating net? Medicine, right?"

After finishing speaking, Coutinho couldn't help but turn his head and glance back again. When he made sure Balotelli didn't follow him, he finally calmed down a lot.

"Well, you know, he has a bit of a brain, a bit of a brain defect, and it's normal to do some amazing things... He really seems to have taken the wrong medicine today..." Dong Fangzhuo was helpless, but his eyes were on Kuti Neo looked around. Fifteen minutes was neither long nor short. It seemed that something had happened and it was enough time.

But Coutinho was once again given goosebumps, "Boss, there really is no..."

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

"..."

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

"But I feel like we really can't let it go. Should we go to the hospital?" Dong Fangzhuo suddenly remembered a real case. In his previous life, an NBA star almost died after taking an overdose of drugs. Who was it? Do you know if Balotelli will be 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 pull him down. He didn't want to lose his virginity just like that.

"Of course, how about you send it yourself?"

"..."

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

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

"Hospital?" Mario drooped his head, "No, I don't want to go to the hospital. If it gets on the news, it will be embarrassing."

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

Dong Fangzhuo continued, "You know NBA, right? A few days ago, an NBA star took two Viagra pills, and ended up lying in the hospital and almost didn't wake up. You took three pills. If you don't go, you will be in trouble for the rest of your life." I can’t even finish the first shot.”

"Think about it, except for your brother, do you now feel headaches, flushing, indigestion, nasal congestion, and visual abnormalities? These are just symptoms that have become more serious. If you don't go to the hospital, you will die here without even being shot. You will be the first football player in the world to die in the dressing room, congratulations, this is how you will be recorded in the history of football."

"Wardfake!"

"I don't want it, I definitely don't want it to be like this, I'm going, I'm going, we're going right away." Balotelli got up from the ground, casually pulled out a towel and wiped his body with neat movements very.

Coutinho on the side didn't dare to look! Damn it, Balotelli had a French popsicle swinging on his dark body, and he felt so panicked when he saw it!

More than half an hour later, Balotelli finally arrived at the Milan hospital with Dong Fangzhuo's coaxing. Coutinho was smart enough to go to the attending doctor in advance. As a result, the attending doctor made special arrangements for Balotelli. He went to a ward and finally leaked the matter without being in the hospital.

However, it's impossible not to let people know. It's just a matter of time, and people will find out sooner or later.

Because the appearance of Dong Fangzhuo alone has attracted too much attention...

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