Coach Lee

Chapter 640 I Was Killed by My Own People (54)

On the morning of June 6, Pauline got up early.

A hand pulled him from under the quilt.

"Honey, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

This is a good morning invitation from a lover, but Pauline ruthlessly refuses.

"No, you go to sleep."

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

She found 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 figure and a wonderful voice.

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

Walking back to the bedroom in frustration, she touched her face. It used to be so hydrated and plump, but now it is extremely dry, with no elasticity at all, and the ravines are criss-cross, and it feels like you can drive a train on it.The slender fingers in the past have now turned into sticks, sticks that are not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.Looking at the plump parts that I was proud of when I was young, now it is like a pool of stagnant water, completely losing its vitality.

"Alas~~~ After all, I still lost to the years."

Thinking of giving him all the good things in her, Irene's eyes quickly became sharp again.

"If you dare to mess around outside without telling me, I will definitely. Hmph!"

In the living room, Pauline's eyes were glued to the TV.

At this time, TNT TV station reported the latest news:
"Here's some bad news for the Wizards, but great news for the Nuggets:

Early this morning, Wizards star Stackhouse had a high fever and diarrhea and was taken to the hospital overnight. "

"what?"

Pauline'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 is completely different from the dream he had in the first half of last night, completely the opposite.

Jerry Stackhouse was a treasure that Pauline acquired from the Pistons for a lot of money.This is the team's second most stable scorer besides Yao Liang, so he got screwed like this?

So how are you going to play the game tonight?

If we lose tonight's game, it will be 3-1, so what else is there to play?
Pauline slumped on the sofa in a terrible mood.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone and called the damn assistant.

beep~~~~
Can't get through!
"Damn it! Damn it! This damn bastard! It's ruined my life!"

Money, it's all money!
It pained Pauline to see the money rushing by.

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At this time, in a certain hospital, Stackhouse was lying on the bed, his whole body was sluggish, and he felt as if he was going to hang up at any time.

The doctor's examination report in the hospital came out, and it was food poisoning.

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

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

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

"Think harder."

"Well, I think, I think."

Stackhouse had a headache thinking about it.

When a fever is so brain-burning, I don't know how many brain cells will die.

Point by point, Stackhouse tried to recall.

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

After dinner, I met the boss assistant, who asked me
Well, the "." after that can't be said.

In the evening, I saw that the boss's assistant had prepared a good cake, so I, I,

Stackhouse suddenly understood something.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably.

The boss assistant came to me just to ask Li what he likes to eat.Although I and Lee are teammates of the 76ers, I don't get along well with him.In fact, I don't know what he likes to eat at all, so I just randomly mentioned a pastry that I like to eat.Then, after that person was ready, I took it and ate it, and ate it while that person was stunned.who knows, who knows
woohoo~~~
I was killed by my own people!
woohoo~~~
The team reporter asked with concern; "Jerry, what's wrong with you?"

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

Stackhouse was crying so loudly, is this really all right?
The reporter still kindly asked, "Jerry, are you really okay?"

"Well, I think I'm in pretty good shape."

Stackhouse gave the reporter a smile that was uglier than crying.

Then, the reporter also suddenly asked other questions, which is why he stayed until now.

"So, Jerry, will you still be at the game tonight?"

Stackhouse was slightly taken aback. It turned out that the concerns were all fake.

"Well, I should (not be playing),"

Before the word "no" was spoken, the reporter grabbed the words,
"Jerry, everyone knows you're our Wizards' second-most reliable scorer. Did you know that? You're now our Wizards' most likely successor to Jordan. When Michael retires this summer, you're the team The absolute boss. With so many people like Yao as your partners, next season, we will definitely reach the finals again."

"So, what do you want to say?" Stackhouse's head was buzzing, not knowing what the other party was going to say.

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

The reporter was still scribbling and beating around the bush, as if he didn't know that this was a guy with a fever in front of him.

Stackhouse felt that he was going to explode.

"Say something!"

Sensing the emotion in Stackhouse's words, the reporter hurriedly said, "Jerry, if you want to become a great god like your North Carolina senior Michael, you must be able to withstand difficult trials. I think you Certainly possible."

Hearing this, Stackhouse understood that this guy wanted him to play with a sick body like Jordan.

"However, I feel dizzy and dizzy now. I have a fever of 39 degrees now, which is more than his eyes."

"It's okay, there's still an afternoon left, I think you'll be better in the evening." The reporter seemed to really believe that Stackhouse would be better

"I (no, I'm not Michael's pervert),"

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

"Jerry, don't talk too much now, and rest more. I believe you, you will be able to do it tonight, come on. That's it for now, and I won't disturb your rest."

Seeing the reporter with the team close the door and leave in a hurry, the ward fell into silence again, Stackhouse's shoulders were pulled down, and he was lifeless.

"Flu battle, flu battle, flu battle. Hehehe~~~"

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

"Hi Jerry, I'm a reporter from The Sun and my name is"

"Jerry, I am"

Stackhouse stared at the ceiling, stupefied
(End of this chapter)