At the same time, in a certain room at the Grand Hotel in Cairo.
"Well..." Being woken up by the alarm clock early in the morning, the cat boy subconsciously reached out to press the alarm clock before he even opened his eyes.
However, he had just stretched out his hand to stop the alarm clock when he realized that he could hardly move and was being held tightly by someone.
"Huh?" Mutt let out a muffled groan, and found that it was Albert who was hugging him, and he was hugging the cat boy as tightly as a pillow, and would not let go.
He was held so tightly, almost suffocatingly tight.
Moreover, Mutt discovered that he was not wearing clothes yet. The other party seemed to be wearing neither.
Wait, what is going on? The cat boy's face turned red for a moment. Then he tried his best to remember what happened last night (this morning).
Oh, by the way. Because when they rushed back to Cairo from the Dawn Region, it was already early in the morning. And there were twists and turns after they came back. First, the revolving restaurant on the top of the Cairo Grand Hotel was attacked with *objects*, and then Albert's attack on the top floor of the hotel
The luxurious suite was covered with a layer of dust due to the impact of the explosion. As a result, the room could not be occupied at all. Albert led Mutt and ran over to the old suite he shared with others to sleep for one night.
The result seems to be, yes, stupid tiger ran into the bathroom and took a bath, but fell asleep in the middle of the bath. Mutt heard Albert's thunderous snoring from outside and rushed there.
I went in to rescue people and found that the stupid tiger almost drowned in the bathtub. Needless to say what happened after that, the cat boy spent all his strength to push the sleeping big tiger, which was heavy and like a ball of mud.
He was dragged out of the bathtub, carried to the bed and placed there. At this time, Mutt was soaked all over. As soon as he took off his clothes and wanted to take a bath, the embarrassment struck him mercilessly. As a result, he at least relaxed and wanted to take a nap, but
I fell asleep involuntarily.
The last place he fell down seemed to be on the bed. Was he used as a pillow by a tiger? It was really embarrassing.
Maybe it was because of overwork last night, but the stupid tiger didn't seem to wake up yet. The cat boy tried to twist his body and break free from the other party's tight embrace. What if the other party woke up and found himself lying naked in his arms?
The cat boy is very embarrassed.
But it was so difficult. Why did this stupid tiger hug him so tightly? Didn't it mean that he was overtired? Why did he still have the strength to hug the person tightly when he was sleeping? The cat boy struggled for a while before pulling out of the other person's tight embrace.
Half of his body, but at this time Albert suddenly spoke: "Well..."
Damn it. Did you wake up at this time? Mutt felt a chill running down his spine, and then he felt embarrassed.
"Don't go...Chanel..." However, Albert was just talking in his sleep. He was still calling the woman's name in his dream.
Veins appeared on the forehead of the cat boy, and his mood was suddenly ruined. The guy was actually thinking about that woman in his dream, but she would never appear in his dream.
The angry cat boy kicked the tiger away and finally got rid of the guy's entanglement. Of course, he kicked hard like this and woke up Albert.
"Hmm...?" The tiger-man young man rubbed his eyes and yawned when he woke up, "It hurts so much. What are you doing, kicking someone so early in the morning... Huh? Why?"
You’re not wearing anything?”
"I just like to sleep, do you care?" Mutt said with an unhappy look on his face. He had already put on his pants at this time: "It's already half past seven. After breakfast, it's time to go and talk to Sphinx.
The people from the Si team have gathered together."
"Oh." Albert scratched his head and got up from the bed without thinking. He didn't even realize that he was naked. Then he was only halfway through climbing out of the bed when the pain all over his body
After asking him to stop, the tiger shuddered: "It hurts! ------It hurts, it hurts!"
"It's really an exaggeration." Mutter walked to the refrigerator and tried to find something to eat (there was no kitchen in Albert and Palamedes' hotel room, after all, this was not a luxury suite),
Hearing the tiger man's screams like killing a cat, he turned his head and looked at the tiger indifferently.
"It's not acting!" Albert trembled and slowly climbed out of the bed: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... My whole body hurts, my muscles are sore!"
The so-called muscle soreness is actually the pain caused by the tearing of muscle fibers during strenuous exercise. Strictly speaking, it is also an injury. Only when the muscle fibers are torn and re-healed will a stronger muscle be produced.
Muscle fibers. Considering Albert's amazing amount of exercise yesterday, it is natural that every part of his body is hurting now.
"If it hurts, just lie down and rest for a while." The cat boy found some chocolate bars from the refrigerator. These are usually snacks reserved for hotel guests. In a five-star hotel like the Cairo Grand Hotel,
The snacks in the refrigerator are even replenished every time a part-time worker comes to clean the room, and residents can take them for free.
"Is this all you can eat?" Mutt snorted: "I can't use the kitchen to cook breakfast unless I go back to the luxury suite on the top floor. You can make do with a little."
"Tch..." The tiger man lay motionless on the bed, and casually took the chocolate bar that Mutt handed over. Originally, he was not even willing to move his hands, after all, it was excruciating pain if he moved his arms.
But for such a big person, he was too embarrassed to let others feed him, so he reluctantly moved his arms to take the chocolate bar and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Is it okay? Can you still participate in today's competition in this state?" The cat boy asked worriedly: "Why don't you just stop participating and just watch from the sidelines."
"Oh? If I don't participate in the competition, can you beat meow on your own?" Albert asked sarcastically: "What team is our opponent today?"
"The strong team from Europe, the German Blackhawks." Mutter replied without emotion.
"European team?" The young Tiger man was startled: "How could a European team be included in the African Super Cup..."
"You didn't listen to the explanation before or something," Mutter was a little unhappy: "In addition to teams from African countries, the Super Cup will also invite some strong European teams to participate. Although the European teams that can participate will
The number of teams has been limited. Among the organizers of the Super Cup, apart from the American Football Association, the largest financial sponsor is the richest man in Europe, Kroft. Everyone has spent so much money to sponsor the game, which makes Europe
It doesn’t matter how many teams come to compete."
"Sure enough, money can make all the difference." A drop of sweat broke out on Albert's forehead.
"But the teams in Europe are nothing. No matter how powerful they are, the teams in Europe are just teams composed of humans. The physical fitness of humans is too different from that of orcs. They are only composed of ordinary people.
As for the team, there is nothing to be afraid of." Mutter said.
An hour later.
"What?!" The cat boy looked at the group of opponents on the other side of the court and was dumbfounded.
The German Blackhawks on the opposite side are not a team composed of ordinary humans. The players on the opposite side are not human beings at all, they are a group of golem-like things with metal skeletons. It is not just the limbs of these guys that are made entirely of metal.
, even their faces are made of metal. From a distance, they look like a group of black metal skeletons. Their camera-like eyes hidden under the skulls are looking towards the Sandstorm Sphinx team, constantly emitting dark red.
A faint fierce light.
The golems don't look like this either. Are these guys artificial humans? Probably. In short, they are a group of hard robots with neither blood nor flesh.
"Huh? Who said they were a group of human players before?" Albert, who had not even planned to play in the game, but just changed his jersey and sat on the bench in the dugout, asked the cat boy sarcastically.
"How could I know so much?" Mutter pouted and replied, "It's so shameless to let a group of robots play. Isn't this a foul?"
"Huh. You're playing dark American football," Captain Hiloma's voice sounded from the side, without any emotion in his tone: "These second-generation artificial humans have human brains implanted in their bodies as biological components. At best, they are just...
They are just cyborgs whose bodies have been highly modified. Haven't you already encountered giants, elves, cyborgs and other random opponents in competitions before? Now let's compete with a group of half-human, half-machine androids.
, do you think it’s so unfair?”
"But------" What else did Mutt want to say.
"No matter what kind of ghost the opponent is, all you have to do is win, right?" Center forward Gusta stood up from the bench and said with great momentum while clenching his fists. This fat and strong head
Big Tiger has completely recovered from his previous injuries and is standing on the field in high spirits today.
And the venue this time is the Sphynx’s underground American football stadium, which is considered their home court. The players certainly have a different momentum in their home stadium.
"It's a good thing to have momentum, but don't go head-to-head with those robots." Hiloma reminded: "The opponents are metal monsters who don't know how to be tired and are not afraid of pain. Even if you compete with them, you will only suffer the loss."
If the opponent breaks an arm, he or she can even continue the game without any pain or itching. But if you break an arm, you will have to be taken away on a stretcher immediately."
"Yeah, I understand." Gusta hummed, "Then I'll stop them within my ability."
"It's really reassuring." Albert smiled slightly sarcastically, and tried his best to get up from the bench - but the muscle pain in his body was still tormenting him.
"Don't compete yet, just recharge your batteries here." Hiloma stopped Albert from playing: "And watch your opponent's every move carefully."
"What?"
"Those artificial humans are very strong. They don't know fatigue or pain, and their strength is limitless." Hiloma smiled mysteriously: "But they must have weaknesses. As long as the body is made of machinery, there must be mechanical
There will be [limits].
You have to find out their [boundaries] before you can play.
------That will definitely become the key to the outcome of this game." (To be continued)