Basketball Coach Li

On the morning of June 11, Pauline woke up early.

A hand pulled him from the quilt.

"My dear, don't you sleep anymore?"

This was a good morning invitation from a lover, but Pauline refused mercilessly.

"No, go to sleep."

Seeing the old man go out happily, she also followed out.

She discovered that the first thing Pauline did when he got up early was to turn on the big TV in the living room.

The young hostess of the TV station appeared inside, with a beautiful body and a wonderful voice.

Seeing Pollin staring at the TV so seriously, Irene Pollin's face flashed with inexplicable sadness.

Lost and walked back to the bedroom, she touched her face. It used to be so hydrated and plump, but now it is too dry, there is no elasticity, and the ravines are vertical and horizontal, and it feels like you can drive a train on it. The slender fingers of the past have now become sticks, not afraid of boiling water. Looking at the plump parts that he was proud of when he was young, it was now like a pool of stagnant water, completely losing its vitality.

"Oh~~~ I lost to the years after all."

Thinking of giving him all of her beauty, Irene's eyes soon became sharp again.

"If you dare to mess around outside without telling me, I must...huh!"

In the living room, Pauline fixed his eyes on the TV.

At this time, TNT TV reported an update:

"Here is one piece of news that is not so good for the Wizards but great for the Nuggets:

In the early hours of this morning, Wizards star Stackhouse had high fever and diarrhea and was taken to the hospital overnight. "

"What?"

Paulin's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

"No! This is impossible! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

What happened in reality was completely different from the dream he had dreamed in the middle of the night last night, completely reversed.

Jerry Stackhouse is the treasure Pauline bought from the Pistons for a lot of money. This is the team's second most stable scorer besides Yao Liang, just like that?

How do you play the game this night?

If you lose the game tonight, it will be 3-1. What else are you playing?

Pauline slumped on the sofa in a terrible mood.

After a while, he took out his cell phone and called the **** assistant.

Toot toot~~~~

Can't get through!

"Damn it! Damn it all! This **** bastard! It broke my big business!"

Money, all this is money!

Seeing money rushing by, Pauline was heartbroken.

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At this time, in a certain hospital, Stackhouse was lying on the bed, his whole body languishing, and it felt like he was about to hang up at any time.

The doctor in the hospital found out that it was food poisoning.

The report is exactly the same as the case file retained by the NBA.

A reporter from the Wizards team interviewed Stackhouse: "Jerry, did you eat anything last night?"

"No, I didn't eat anything else, I just had a regular meal."

"You think harder."

"Well, I think, I think."

Stackhouse had a headache thinking about it.

I don’t know how many brain cells will die when I have a fever.

One by one, Stackhouse tried hard to recall.

At noon, I ate a sandwich, a beef batch, and a glass of red wine.

When I finished the meal, I met the boss’ assistant, and the boss’ assistant asked me...

Well, the following "..." can't be said.

In the evening, I saw the boss’ assistant prepared a good cake, I just, I just,

Stackhouse suddenly understood something.

Tears flowed down unconvincingly.

The boss assistant came to me just to ask Li what he likes to eat. Although I and Li are 76ers teammates, but I have a lot of trouble with him. In fact, I don't even know what he likes to eat, so I just casually mentioned a pastry that I like to eat. Then, after who was ready, I took it and ate it, stunned by the other one. Who knows, who knows...

Woooo~~~

I was so victimized by my own people!

Woooo~~~

The reporter with the team asked caringly; "Jerry, what's wrong with you?"

Stackhouse shook his head, letting his tears rustle, "It's okay, I'm okay."

Stackhouse cried so loudly, is it really all right?

The reporter asked kindly, "Jerry, are you really okay?"

"Well, I think I am in good shape."

Stackhouse gave the reporter a smile more ugly than crying.

Then, the reporter suddenly asked another question, which is why he stayed until now.

"Then, Jerry, will you still show up at the game at night?"

Stackhouse was slightly astonished. It turned out that all the concerns were false.

"Well, I should (not playing),"

The reporter robbed him of the word before he could say it.

"Jerry, everyone knows that you are the second most reliable scorer for our Wizards. Did you know? You are now the most likely successor to Jordan for our Wizards. When Michael retires this summer, you are the team. The absolute boss. With Yao and so many people as your partner, next season, we will definitely be able to reach the finals again."

"So, what do you want to say?" Stackhouse's head buzzed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and didn't know what the other party was going to say.

"Jerry, do you know Michael's famous flu battle?"

The reporter was still inking, still wiping around, as if he didn't know that this was a guy with a fever in front of him.

Stackhouse felt he was about to explode.

"Say something!"

Feeling the emotion in Stackhouse’s words, the reporter also said quickly; “Jerry, if you want to be a great **** like your North Carolina senior, Michael, you have to withstand difficult trials. I think you Certainly possible."

Hearing this, Stackhouse understood that this guy wanted him to stick to the field with a sickness like Jordan.

"But, I feel dizzy now, and I have burned 39 degrees now, which burns more than his eyes."

"It's okay. There is still one afternoon left. I think you will be better at night." This reporter seems to really believe Stackhouse will be better.

"I (no, I'm not the perverted Michael),"

As a result, Stackhouse still had a lot to say, so he was robbed by reporters again.

"Jerry, don't talk too much now, take more rest. I believe you, you will be able to do it at night, come on. Then let's do this first, I won't bother you to rest."

Seeing that the reporter with the team closed the door and hurried away, and the ward fell into silence again, Stackhouse pulled his shoulders together, and his whole person was lifeless.

"The battle of flu, the battle of flu, the battle of flu ha ha ha"

At this moment, the door of the ward opened one after another.

"Hello, Jerry, I am a reporter from The Sun, my name is"

"Jerry, I am"

Stackhouse looked at the ceiling, completely dull