Chapter 87

Liu Hao certainly wouldn't bring that woman back with him. Midway through, he found an excuse to urinate and fled in disarray.

However, that night he slept very poorly. When he woke up, his eyes were bloodshot, indicating that he must have stayed up late the previous night.

His body was clearly very exhausted, but he also had a feeling of being unable to control himself, as if his body was no longer his own, and every part of his body was a parasite.

This was even more uncomfortable than being drunk.

He had lost a lot this time! He decided to take leave from Li Xiaopeng and called him.

On the phone, Li Xiaopeng sounded full of energy, which puzzled Liu Hao. How could he be half-dead while Li Xiaopeng seemed to be in high spirits?

It was all his fault for drinking that wine last night.

"You have to be there even if you tie yourself up with bandages," Li Xiaopeng immediately rejected Liu Hao's leave request. After hanging up, he himself felt a bit cold. Had he overdone it last night?

This wasn't his style; how could he have been so casual, especially dragging Liu Hao into it...

The training ground was very lively that day, with many fans coming to watch the training. Mao Jianqing was surrounded by fans, and only half of his head was visible.

Female fans clearly had a special fondness for Mao Jianqing, especially the post-90s generation, who seemed to have no resistance to men like Mao Jianqing.

A handsome man naturally attracts attention, and this is undeniable.

However, there was also a group of young kids watching the training, and the leader was holding a large banner: "Uncle Liu Hao, Go!"

It seemed that people were indeed different. Mao Jianqing might be a heartthrob for middle-aged women and young girls, while Liu Hao was a heartthrob for young boys...

But it was already noon, and Liu Hao still hadn't appeared on the training ground. In fact, he didn't show up all morning until just before the match.

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The player tunnel was filled with the smell of alcohol. The referee could smell the strong, pungent odor from a distance. Although he considered himself an amateur wine connoisseur, this smell was truly unbearable. What kind of wine was it?

The smell was clearly coming from Liu Hao.

How much did this guy drink last night? To be so brazen! The referee couldn't possibly not recognize Liu Hao.

Even Mao Jianqing didn't dare to get close to him, fearing that he would also get the smell on himself.

If Li Xiaopeng found out, wouldn't he be banned for ten matches and fined tens of thousands of yuan?

Damn, who knew that mixing two types of alcohol would produce such a strong smell? Liu Hao felt like he was a medicine container, completely a wine barrel, with his whole body filled with alcohol, and even he couldn't stand the smell.

If it weren't for Li Xiaopeng's insistence that he must appear on the bench, he really wouldn't want to move.

His lower body was very weak, and he walked as if he were on a cloud...

There's no explicit rule in football that you can't play after drinking, otherwise, wouldn't he be shown a red card by the referee? Everyone would think he was still drunk, but in fact, his legs were just weak, not because he drank too much!

With this staggering gait, he was actually supposed to play? The referee had his own thoughts. If this guy wasn't sober in a bit and started acting drunk or staggering on the field, what a huge joke that would be?

He quickened his steps and noticed that the fourth official was also frowning slightly, clearly having noticed Liu Hao's problem. He suggested, "Should we talk to them and tell them not to let him play?" He didn't name Liu Hao, but the fourth official should know exactly who he meant.

The fourth official nodded, thinking it was indeed necessary. This was a national live broadcast, and if a joke was made, they would be in trouble...

"There's no explicit rule that he can't play, right?" the fourth official whispered, "Should we test his alcohol level? If it's over the limit, we'll ban him."

"Alright..." the referee nodded. This was the FA Cup, a national live broadcast, and they couldn't afford to make a big joke. He then turned his head to look at Liu Hao again and was startled, "This... can't be?"

"Is this guy still drinking?"

"..." The fourth official didn't turn around, his cold sweat dripping. He had never seen a player like this before. Even famous stars wouldn't act this way. What was he thinking, drinking to forget his worries in broad daylight and still having to play? Wasn't he taken back to the dorm by Li Xiaopeng last night? The fourth official felt nauseated.

He drank a small bottle and quickly hid it in his bag, a truly astonishing action. He didn't expect his feet to act up at this moment, but it was already like this.

The fourth official soon found the team leader of Qingdao Zhongneng, Zang Jinchuan, and explained the situation very seriously.

Zang Jinchuan was also shocked. He hadn't entered the dressing room and didn't know that Liu Hao was drunk. He quickly ran to Li Xiaopeng to tell him.

Li Xiaopeng himself was in a bit of a bind, as Liu Hao's hangover was closely related to him.

"He's fine, he just applied some medicinal wine to his body. I heard that applying medicinal wine can relieve fatigue..." It turned out he had already prepared an excuse.

"Is that so?" Zang Jinchuan nodded half-believing, half-doubting, and then went back to explain to the fourth official.

The fourth official was even more suspicious, "Can't you tell if he's drunk by his walking posture? We should check him. If something happens, it won't be good for you either."

"Old Zang, just check him..." Li Xiaopeng instructed from a distance. Since it was their own people doing the check, there was nothing to fear.

Of course, the check turned out fine. Liu Hao's alcohol level was very low... but if analyzed in detail, there were definitely a lot of medicinal components.

Strange! The team doctor, Yang Juncai, was once again puzzled by Liu Hao's body.

"Hey, what are you made of? You're clearly reeking of alcohol, but why does the detector show such a low alcohol concentration? I don't believe the detector is broken, and it can't be that both detectors are broken!" To ensure accuracy, Yang Juncai used two detectors, and if the data hadn't been the same, he would have suspected a problem with the machines.

"I take medicinal baths every day..." Liu Hao replied weakly.

In the end, he managed to sit on the bench as he wished.

However, once he sat down, he fell into a deep sleep. Although there was no snoring, his sleeping posture was extremely comfortable.

Which player on the bench would dare to sleep with their legs spread wide? Regardless of whether he had gone out to a bar last night, this attitude alone was very off-putting.

Especially since it was a live broadcast on TV? Liu Hao's sleeping posture was fully captured by the camera.

CCTV5 came up with a creative live broadcast format.

A 10x10 cm square box was left in the upper right corner of the screen, responsible for filming Liu Hao...

In other words, the football match was broadcast on the main screen, while Liu Hao was simultaneously broadcast on the small screen. This was the first time.

Was this to tell the audience how long Liu Hao could sleep?