Chapter 1966: Battle for the morning (1)

Chapter 1966
The next morning, Albert seemed to feel a tingling sensation on his face. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a kitten pulling his beard.
"Hey?" The tiger made a boring suspicion.
"Smelly tiger, get up." The tiger beard in La Albert is the cat boy, Mute, and Mutter looks unhappy: "You are really hateful, I actually left me like that yesterday. No matter in the bathroom, it almost hurts me!"
"What can I do then?" Albert squinted and climbed innocently. "You fell asleep in the middle of the bath. How come I am going to take you back to the room?" I thought that you would wake up and go to bed in the room for a long time. God knows that you will sleep in the bathroom all night?"
"Hello!" The cat-and-boys didn't look at the face and sneezed, but they licked their noses.
"Hey, is there really no problem?" Albert climbed out of bed and turned to look at the clock on the bed. It’s still six o’clock in the morning, it’s early enough.
"I'm fine, this little problem can't die!" Mutter seemed to be a little cold, but he still said hard: "Is it you, physical strength recovered? Can you get out of bed? I made breakfast for you." Even if you don't have an appetite, try eating a little."
Albert paused for a moment before replied: "Good."
He is very skeptical about whether he is really able to eat with his current body. But since Mutter has given him breakfast, there is no harm in eating two.
At the dinner table, some simple food was placed in front of Albert.
Although simple but rich, the green avocado salad exudes a greenish luster; the ham and tomato sandwiches look very delicious; the hot milk on the side is heated to the point where it is just right for drinking, which is the kind of mouth that makes people scream Into the stomach, there is no need to worry about the level of heat of the milk.
Albert took two drinks of milk and felt good when the sweet milk slipped into his throat, without any problems.
"Alright." The tiger said, picking up the spoon and licking the salad into the mouth. The sour and sweet, slightly thick salad dressing makes the salad, which is cut very thin and crispy and smooth, more delicious.
However, this kind of salad is just a chopped fruit and vegetable. It is like an air that has disappeared into the stomach and disappeared without a trace. It is not enough to be full. Albert then made a more daring common sense, he took a sandwich and took a bite.
The soft bread and the slightly glutinous ham are perfectly matched. The sweetness and sourness of the tomato will maximize the taste of the meat. The more the chew is chewy, the more delicious it is. The more delicious it is, the more delicious it is. !
"Not bad!" Albert couldn't help but eat a few more. He didn't actually feel hungry, but he wanted to continue eating because of the delicious food.
"Is it delicious? That would be great." Mutt saw the tiger-eater youth eating a big mouthful of breakfast, could not help but feel relieved.
however--
"Well?" Elbert had just finished eating a sandwich, and suddenly he felt another faint pain coming from his belly. That kind of pain quickly turned into a severe pain, accompanied by a nausea that rushed out of his throat. The feeling of uncomfortable came too suddenly, and suddenly rushed to Albert's head, and the young people of the tigers shed tears. He almost spit out all the things he just ate, just at the table. However, he used strong self-control to stop this impulse, and hurriedly dropped another sandwich that had not been sent to his mouth, and rushed into the bathroom, then -
"Evil-!" The sorrow of Albert was heard in the bathroom.
The original relaxed expression on Mutter’s face turned back to heavy.
"Can't you?" he sighed low.
A few minutes later, after a sigh of relief, Albert turned pale and covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed his abdomen, slowly coming out of the bathroom. This is not to say that eating breakfast to supplement nutrition and physical strength, not to lose more physical strength because of violent vomiting, is a strange thing.
"Can you really participate in the Diablo American football game starting at 9 o'clock today?" Mutter looked at the clock in the hall and asked worriedly. The time is already 6.20, and there are only two and a half hours left before the game. And Albert's physical strength has bottomed out, and it seems that even the walking is swaying. The cat-and-boys can't imagine the tiger sprinting on the court.
"Don't, don't worry, I can." Albert wants to convince the other person, but his tone of voice and attitude are not at all convincing.
"It’s not counted, it’s not counted. It seems that the solid food is still too stubborn. I will only drink milk.
He also wants to take the milk and put it in his mouth. He probably thinks that it will not induce vomiting with liquid food. Even if you drink milk, you can recover a little bit of physical strength.
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"Forget it." Mutt stopped the tiger: "Can you go by yourself? Change clothes, we go to a place."
"Where to go?"
"Go to Sphinx, of course." The cat-man said: "You can't continue to maintain basic life in the future. It's also a problem, not to mention the competition. It's not enough." Go see Sphinx and see what Daddy can do for you."
"Call. The medical skills of the guys in Great Britain are already the world's leading. If they also take my dying body, what can the Sphinxs do?"
The cat-and-boys looked at Albert in a secluded manner. It seemed to be difficult to say, but they could only vaguely reply: "In short, we have seen Sphinx and I will talk about it."
"Okay." Albert didn't want to argue with Mutter. It should be said that he is too lazy to argue with Mutter. At this time, he has nowhere else to go. In the early morning, he followed the cat boy to the Sphinx, and then took part in the football match and quickly ended the farce. Better.
At two o'clock this afternoon, he still had a fight to fight, and that was the last round of the round table trial and elimination. After winning the game, he successfully advanced to the finals. That game is the most important thing, definitely not to be missed.
"I have to sleep a little back." Albert then sat in a wheelchair and stretched his lazily: "The next step is to ask you, no matter where you are going to take me."
"I should send you to the slave market when you are asleep." The cat boy is joking.
"I am half-dead and no one wants to," Elbert replied jokingly, closing his eyes and resting.
He was actually really tired. After all, he didn't sleep well last night. He was woken up early in the morning. Plus, he had a big spit and had no food at all. The body felt as if he had collapsed. He can now use the term [desperate] to describe this body. Although it is a semi-spiritual structure, it is almost undead, but it cannot enjoy the pleasure of eating - even eating rice can not eat, what is the meaning of living?
The groggy Albert only felt that the cat boy was pushing the wheelchair and sent him to somewhere. He felt the sense of weightlessness when riding the elevator, and felt the vibration of Mutt's arms holding the wheelchair's pusher while riding the elevator. However, it all passed quickly and he felt that he was taken somewhere.
"Let's wait here." Mutter placed Albert in a small, dark room.
"Don't let me wait too long." The young tigers were too lazy to open their eyes and replied in a wheelchair.
Mutter did not answer and left.
"Come on, do something for his body." Albert seemed to be able to hear who the cat-and-boys were talking to outside the room, and begging for something.
"But it's against the rules." Answering Mutter's seems to be a familiar voice, but Albert couldn't remember who it was.
"Is it still time to regulate what?" Mutt whispered: "Now he is weak. He has problems even if he walks up and walks. What should he do next? Don't let him play? Don't forget us. The next opponent is the seed team that has reached the finals every year, the Sudanese Arrows team."
"Although you say this, but you have to use that technology to help him change his body. If the world is aware of this technology, the identity of the old man can no longer be concealed-"
"But without him, do you think the game can really win?" Mutt once again stressed: "Winning the Super Bowl champion, getting the trophy, isn't that the only goal of Sphinx's boss? Don't go to us. Can you use all of them to win the game, is it really ok?
Anyway, it is the last madness. Win the next few games and it will all end, isn't it? "
The words of the cat and the boy seem to have persuaded the other party. The other party has been silent for a long time before replied: "Okay. This time, it is not an example. No, it should be said that it will soon be finished, and there will be no next time."
"Sorry." Mutter whispered.
"Then send him in and start the operation." The man replied.
Mutt promised, then pushed the door back to the dark little room and said to Albert: "Listen, stupid tiger. Don't be surprised, no matter what happens, okay? We will help you." It will help you to restore your original body or the body that is close to the original body. But everything that happens to you must be kept secret, you can't say it, okay? Even if you take things out of here, In a word, it will kill the old Sphinx."
"Yeah." The tiger youth nodded. In fact, he didn't even know what was going on here. He only thought that it was all indifferent.
"So--" The Catman took out a syringe-like thing and tied it to Albert's arm. It was obviously a powerful anesthetic. The drug was injected into the blood vessels of the tiger's youth, and Albert was quickly groggy and fell asleep.