Early the next morning, Albert seemed to feel a tingling sensation on his face, so he suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a kitten's paw pulling on his beard.
"Huh?" Tiger groaned in confusion.
"Stinky tiger, get up." The one who was pulling Albert's tiger beard was the cat-man boy Mutt, and Mutt looked unhappy: "You are so disgusting, you actually left me like that yesterday.
I was left alone in the bathroom, almost causing me to catch a cold!"
"Then what else can I do?" Albert rubbed his eyes and got up, innocently saying: "You fell asleep halfway through the bath, how can I have the strength to carry you back to your room? I
I thought you would wake up and go back to your room to sleep soon, but God knows you would sleep in the bathroom all night?"
"Hah!" The cat boy turned away and sneezed in reply, then rubbed his nose.
"Hey, is there really no problem?" Albert climbed out of bed and turned to look at the clock beside the bed. The time was still six o'clock in the morning, which was really early enough.
"I'm fine, this little problem won't kill anyone!" Mutt seemed to have caught a cold, but he still said firmly: "On your side, have you recovered your strength? Can you get out of bed and walk around? I made breakfast for you.
, even if you have no appetite, try to eat some."
Albert was silent for a moment before replying: "Okay."
He doubted whether he could really eat with his current body. But since Mutt had already made breakfast for him, there was no harm in trying to take a few bites.
On the dinner table, some simple food was placed in front of Albert.
Although it is simple but rich, the green vegetable and avocado salad exudes an emerald green luster; the ham and tomato sandwich looks very delicious; the hot milk on the side is heated to the point where it is just suitable for drinking, which is the kind that can make people gulp happily.
When you put it into your stomach, you don’t have to worry about being burned by the heat of the milk.
Albert picked up the milk and took two sips. When the fragrant milk slid into his throat, he felt good and there was no problem.
"It's okay." Tiger said, then picked up the spoon and scooped some salad into his mouth. The sweet, sour and slightly sticky salad dressing made the salad itself finely chopped, crispy and fragrant, even more delicious.
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But salads were originally just chopped fruits and vegetables. They disappeared without a trace immediately, just like air. They were not enough to fill the stomach. So Albert made a bolder decision.
With common sense, he picked up the sandwich and took a bite.
The soft bread and the slightly chewy ham complement each other perfectly, and the sweet and sour tomato brings out the umami flavor of the meat to the maximum, making this sandwich more flavorful the more you chew it, and the more you eat it, the more delicious it becomes.
!
"Not bad!" Albert couldn't help but eat a few more bites. He actually didn't feel very hungry, but he wanted to continue eating because of the stimulation of delicious food.
"Is it delicious? That's great." Mutt saw the tiger man eating breakfast, and he couldn't help but feel relieved and said happily.
However
"Huh?" Albert had just finished eating a piece of sandwich when he suddenly felt another vague throbbing pain coming from his abdomen. The throbbing pain quickly turned into a severe pain, accompanied by
A bloody nausea surged out of his throat. The uncomfortable feeling came too suddenly and rushed to Albert's forehead, causing the tiger man young man to burst into tears. He almost killed the young man who had just killed him.
He vomited out everything he had eaten, right in front of the dining table. However, he used strong self-control to stop the urge, hurriedly dropped the other sandwich that had not yet been put into his mouth, and rushed into the bathroom.
inside, then
"Evil!" Albert's scream came from the bathroom.
The originally relaxed expression on Mutt's face turned back to heavy in an instant.
"Can't you?" he sighed.
"Ouch, I feel so uncomfortable." A few minutes later, Albert, who had vomited a lot, turned pale, covered his mouth with one hand and his abdomen with the other, and slowly walked out of the bathroom. Not to mention eating breakfast to replenish nutrition and physical strength. It would be strange not to lose more energy due to violent vomiting.
"Can you really participate in the dark American football game that starts at nine o'clock today?" Mutt looked at the clock in the hall and asked worriedly. The time was already six twenty, and there were only two and a half minutes left before the game. When he was just a few hours old, Albert's physical strength had reached its lowest point and he seemed to be staggering even when he walked. The cat boy couldn't imagine Tiger carrying a football and sprinting across the field with all his strength.
"Don't, don't worry, I can do it." Albert seemed to want to convince the other party, but his tone and attitude were not convincing at all.
"What I did just now doesn't count, it doesn't count. It seems that solid food is still too difficult. I'll just drink milk." He also wanted to pick up the milk and put it into his mouth, probably thinking that it would not induce vomiting if combined with liquid food. , even if it can restore a little bit of physical strength by drinking milk.
"Forget it." Mutt stopped Tiger: "Can you go by yourself? Change clothes quickly, let's go to a place."
"Where to go?"
"Go to Daddy Sphinx, of course." The cat boy said, "With your body like this, it's a question of whether you can continue to maintain a basic life, let alone participate in competitions. Sure enough, it won't work if we continue like this. We Go see Daddy Sphinx and see what Daddy can do for you."
"Huh. The medical technology of the guys in Great Britain is already at the world's leading level. If they can't do anything with my dying body, what can Father Sphinx do?"
The cat-man boy looked at Albert secretly, as if he had something to hide, but he could only answer vaguely: "Anyway, let's meet Father Sphinx first."
"Okay." Albert didn't want to argue with Mutt. It should be said that he was too lazy to argue with Mutt. At this time, he had nowhere else to go, so he followed the cat boy to find the Sphinx early in the morning. Dad, it would be better to join the football match and end this farce quickly.
At two o'clock this afternoon, he still has an arena match to play, and it is the last round table trial knockout match. If he wins this match, he will successfully advance to the finals. That match is the most important. , definitely not to be missed.
"I want to take a nap." Albert then sat in the wheelchair and stretched his waist lazily: "I'll leave it to you, no matter where you want to take me."
"I should take you to the slave market and sell you while you're asleep," the cat boy said jokingly.
"No one wants me to look half dead." Albert replied jokingly, closing his eyes to rest.
He was actually really tired. After all, he didn't sleep well last night and was woken up early in the morning. In addition, he had just vomited a lot and didn't have any food in his stomach. His body felt as if he was exhausted. His current body can be described as "desperate". Although it has a semi-spiritual structure and is almost immortal, he cannot enjoy the pleasure of eating and can't even eat. What's the point of living?
The groggy Albert only felt the cat boy pushing the wheelchair and sending him somewhere. He felt the weightless feeling when riding the elevator, and felt Mutt's hands holding the wheelchair pusher when riding the elevator.
There was a tremor in his arms. However, it all passed quickly, and he felt that he was being taken somewhere.
"Wait here for a moment." Mutt placed Albert into a small, dark room.
"Don't make me wait too long." The tiger youth didn't even bother to open his eyes and replied while lying on the wheelchair.
Mutt didn't answer and left.
"Please, do something to his body." Albert seemed to be able to hear who the cat boy was talking to outside the room, pleading with him.
"But it's illegal." Mutt seemed to be answered by a familiar voice, but Albert couldn't remember who it was for a moment.
"Is now the time to care about the rules?" Mutt whispered: "Now he is so weak that he can even stand up and walk. What will happen in the next game? Don't let him play? Don't forget us.
The next opponent is the seeded team that reaches the finals every year, the Sudanese Arrows."
"Although you say so, it boils down to the same thing. You used that technology to change his body without authorization. If the world knows about this technology, my father's identity will no longer be concealed."
"But without his help, do you think the game can really be won?" Mutter emphasized again: "Winning the Super Cup, getting that trophy, isn't it the only goal of Father Sphinx? You don't need us.
Is it really possible to use everything you have to win the game?
Anyway, this is the last moment of madness. If we win the next few games, it will all be over, right?"
The cat boy's words seemed to convince the other party. The other party was silent for a long time before replying: "Okay. It's just this time, and it won't be the same in the future. No, it should be said that this place will be finished soon, and there will never be another time."
"Sorry." Mutt apologized in a low voice.
"Then send him in and start the operation." The man replied.
Mutt agreed, then opened the door and returned to the dark little room, saying to Albert: "Listen, stupid tiger. No matter what happens next, don't be surprised, okay? We will help you."
It will help you return to your original body, or something close to your original body. But everything that happens to you must be kept secret and must not be told, okay? Even if you leak what happened here
One word will kill Father Sphinx."
"Yeah." The tiger man young man nodded. In fact, he didn't know what was going on here at all. He just felt that it didn't matter anymore. He should finish his work and leave.
"Then" the cat boy took out a syringe-like thing and pricked it into Albert's arm. It was obviously some kind of powerful anesthetic. The drug was injected into the tiger boy's blood vessels, and soon he was