Chapter 96

Ling Zhenbang is only twenty years old, and it's normal for him to act impulsively, especially after drinking. Mao Jianqing deeply understood this. Although he disapproved of Ling Zhenbang's actions, he didn't say anything. Instead, the two seemed to become even more compatible and continued drinking.

Liu Hao originally wanted to leave, but seeing these two guys drinking like this, he was worried something might happen, so he stayed.

Everyone was having a wild time, and many of the team members were shouting that they wanted to continue the fun late into the night. It seemed that such activities were far from enough. Was this even considered fun?

Professional players only show their professional demeanor when they are not on vacation. During their time off, who doesn't indulge in excess, especially young players? So, if you want to find a football player who doesn't drink at this time? Impossible, let alone Chinese players...

Although he had eaten with his club teammates a few times, this was the first time he had gone out to play with them.

He didn't expect that the nightlife of professional players was no different from that of amateur players, and they played even more thoroughly. If it weren't for the mixed crowd here, would they immediately call some girls to join them for drinks?

When they left, it was already past one in the morning. Mao Jianqing and Ling Zhenbang were already drunk as lords, one being 1.87 meters tall and the other 1.78 meters tall, while Liu Hao was only 1.68 meters tall. The two were much taller than Liu Hao, and they leaned on him, almost drowning him.

Oddly enough, the other club teammates had already slipped away, and no one thought about them.

How do these two guys seem like they're in kindergarten, and I've become a nanny! If there were two beautiful women in my arms, it would be fine, but these two are just big boys. Hasn't anyone noticed these two idiots? It's all Qiao Xianglan's fault for coming out and hooking up with these two guys.

She and ** ran off, leaving him to take care of them like a nanny.

Just as he thought about this,

"Ugh!" Suddenly, Mao Jianqing on the left started vomiting, and the vomit landed right on his stomach.

The pungent smell was overwhelming and extremely nauseating.

On the other side, Ling Zhenbang was sleeping like a pig, completely indifferent.

"Damn... I owe you two." Liu Hao, with one hand on each, pushed the two guys onto the sofa. Although he often got drunk, he had never been this miserable.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, he had to call a waiter to drag the two guys downstairs.

Mao Jianqing lived in the same hotel as him, which was easy to handle, but where did Ling Zhenbang live? He really didn't know. He couldn't take him back to the Jiangnan training base, so it seemed he would have to take them both.

But just as the waiter left and he hadn't even had time to hail a taxi, he suddenly felt a kick on his back and fell down...

Thump, thump, thump! Liu Hao felt countless kicks from behind, but the sound, though terrifying, wasn't aimed at him. He only received a few kicks, which were definitely not as bad as what Ling Zhenbang and Mao Jianqing were experiencing.

Even though they were drunk and unconscious, they couldn't help but scream.

Liu Hao couldn't even see how many people were hitting them before it was over. The attackers kicked them fiercely, giving them no chance to react. In fact, they couldn't react at all; just feeling the pain was already a challenge.

Of course, alcohol itself has an anesthetic effect, so their pain was somewhat reduced.

His back ached, and his thigh muscles were sore and uncomfortable.

Liu Hao was the first to regain consciousness. "Ouch..." He groaned, struggling to get up from the roadside.

He was definitely ambushed. He hadn't provoked anyone, but it must have been Ling Zhenbang who provoked Qiao Xianglan's man. Damn, this is like getting hit while lying down, suffering for no reason.

Liu Hao glanced at Ling Zhenbang and Mao Jianqing, who were still lying on the ground.

Both were bruised and swollen from the concrete road, almost looking like pig heads. Of course, their injuries were definitely not light. The reason they weren't reacting much was due to the alcohol. Once they sobered up, they would surely be in excruciating pain.

A group of men and women stood at the KTV entrance, watching them but not coming to check on their injuries.

Sigh, these days, there's no sympathy at all... As Liu Hao sighed, he turned his head to the other side.

Being beaten on the street at over thirty is already a very embarrassing thing, let alone being a celebrity. He couldn't let others see this, so he had to immediately take them away to avoid further embarrassment. Whether they would be in the news tomorrow was a concern for tomorrow.

After finally hailing a taxi, Liu Hao didn't plan to take them to the hospital, wanting them to wake up in the morning and feel the pain. Who, when young, hasn't kicked others a few times or been kicked by others? For guys like Ling Zhenbang and Mao Jianqing, who are this old, to still get beaten up over a woman is even more unforgivable.

Liu Hao didn't return to the hotel where the team was staying but checked into a new one. Returning to the original hotel in such a sorry state would be a disaster. The three of them squeezed into one room, making do for the night.

Of course, when people are drunk, they are the happiest, forgetting all the troubles in the world and even dreaming, though not realistically.

But when they sober up, it's the most painful, as reality sets in. Reality told them that they were beaten up last night, and they didn't even know by whom. Ling Zhenbang and Mao Jianqing were disfigured, with bruises on their faces, backs, and thighs. Only now did they realize how badly they were beaten. It seemed that last night's screams were just subconscious, and they had actually lost their memory...

Liu Hao, holding a cigarette, said gloomily, "Why do I feel like I've gone back to being a gangster from ten years ago? What does your dating have to do with me?"

"Hey, disfigured, what now?" At this moment, the culprit, Ling Zhenbang, was still touching his handsome face in the mirror.

Slap! Mao Jianqing didn't hesitate to slap Ling Zhenbang's bald head. "It's all your fault! Why did you pour alcohol on someone and then still look in the mirror? You don't even have hair. No matter how handsome you are, you're still a bald monk. This is so embarrassing. If it gets out, where will we put our faces?"

If it were his old self, he would have run to fight, but he was already twenty-nine. Although he was very angry, he wasn't as foolish as Ling Zhenbang. "But, we are really disfigured... Ouch, my back really hurts!" As he spoke, he pushed Ling Zhenbang away and squeezed in front of the mirror himself. Was his reaction any different from Ling Zhenbang's?