The incubator is a rectangular box less than a meter high, with a cover made of an insulating fabric on the outside and a handle on the top lid.

The horse lifted it vertically, and the smell of rice wafted out, like a row of waves, rushing into his nose and suffocating him. One stumbled under his feet and almost fell.

"Hey, I'm Cao, be careful!" The master saw the incubator swinging around in the old horse's hand, and his heart hung up.

The old horse struggled to stabilize his body, closed his eyes to calm down, and waved his hand back with difficulty, "No, it's okay master, I was dizzy just now, but now it's okay." ”

The master pushed him away, and quickly opened the incubator to check whether it was intact, "Do you have anything to do with me, don't give me the food!" ”

The old horse stood next to him and didn't know where to put his hand, standing there and apologizing, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm paying attention this time, paying attention this time!" ”

"Attention, attention! What do you pay attention to? You can't do anything as simple as that! Look at how tall you are, why are you so useless! The master looked Ma Zongheng up and down, his face full of contempt.

"Master, I mainly haven't eaten several meals, I'm too hungry, do you have any extra food here? I ate two bites and one pad, and I had strength! The old horse hastened to defend himself.

"It's all quantitative! No one told me that there is more of you, how can you have your share! The master interrupted him impatiently. Can you do it, can't you flash it and I'll send it myself! ”

"I can do it, I can do it, master, you can dissipate your anger, dissipate your anger." Ma Zongheng didn't know what to say now, and while repeating incoherently, he was about to lift the thermos box in a panic, but the master slapped his hand away, stared at him and asked seriously, "Are you sure you can do it?" ”

"Master, it's really okay, don't worry!" Lao Ma smiled and picked up the incubator and walked cautiously to the door. The voice of the master came from behind him, and he did not avoid him at all: "Where did you find such a waste, there is nothing left to eat, and nothing can be done!" ”

The old horse took a deep breath, tightened the incubator in his hand, and walked out as if he hadn't heard.

The cafeteria is not far from the arena and just across the road. The old horse walked out of the cafeteria, the noon sun pierced him a little unable to open his eyes, he was hungry for a few meals in a row, and he had done so much physical work in the morning, he was already overdrawing his physical strength. He wanted to cheer himself up, and kept telling himself to hold on a little longer, as long as he crossed this road, he would have something to eat.

In many cases, people can rely on their own willpower to overcome some difficulties and create some miracles. Unfortunately, this time, the miracle did not happen. Our comrade Ma raised his leg and just took the first step, but he didn't see the steps clearly, stepped on the air, and fell to the ground. The incubator was also thrown aside by him, and he didn't care about the pain in his body, so he struggled to get up and walk over, and opened the box to take a look.

It's over.,The original neatly arranged set meal inside has now become a hodgepodge.。。

Ma Zongheng's legs were weak, and he sat on the ground next to the incubator, wanting to cry without tears. It's impossible to go back and let the master do it again now.,I don't know what he's going to be humiliated into.。。

I don't know how long he sat there, but the old horse shuddered and took out a flattened cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep breath. Alas, count the ball, you have to give someone an explanation, go back to the stadium!

With a cigarette in his mouth and no smoke in his stomach, he walked towards the arena in a daze. At this time, he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, and his eyes only had the door of the Black Panther Arena, and the only remaining trace of consciousness in his brain was constantly thinking about how to explain to Fan Jinsong and the children later.

"Didi. Drip, drip... Ma Zongheng didn't know that he had run a red light, and walked slowly in the middle of the road. In order to avoid hitting him, the passing cars had to stop, and the whole road was blocked because of him.

"Are you a fool? Hurry up! What are you dangling on the road? ”

"Hey! You're so damn dead! Stay away, don't hurt people here! ”

Some grumpy drivers began to poke their heads out and swear.

But the old horse didn't hear anything, so he walked on his own. When he finally crossed the road, the traffic situation behind him, which had already become a mess, seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Fan Jinsong and the little players in the stadium were all waiting for a while, why didn't they come back after a long time!

"Liu Jiamo, go and see, what's going on!" Fan Jinsong couldn't bear it anymore and arranged for a team member to investigate the situation.

Liu Jiamo was about to go over, but saw the door open, and the empty-handed horse walked in.

Fan Jinsong saw that his body was full of dust that had not been patted, and there was still a little rice soup sticking to the hem of his trousers, so he had already guessed a rough idea in his heart. He stepped forward quietly and asked in a low voice, "Old Ma, why have you been gone for so long, where is the rice?" ”

Ma Zongheng was extremely depressed: "Alas, Coach Fan, I didn't eat in the morning, and I have some low blood sugar." I was dazzled just now, and I accidentally spilled all the rice. It's useless, and the kids don't have to eat lunch. I can't afford to pay for these meals now! I don't have the face to stay here anymore, I'll go get my luggage and let's go. ”

Fan Jinsong grabbed him, "What are you talking about, old horse!" You wait! Then he turned and commanded:

"Liu Jiamo, go count the number of people, report to the front desk, and ask her to order takeout for you!"

After the arrangements were made, Tsushima smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go out to eat!" ”

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Near the Panther Arena, there is an authentic western restaurant owned by a Frenchman. Fan Jinsong skillfully ordered hot and cold appetizers, soups and desserts, and handed over the menu, "Old Ma, you see what you like to eat, order it yourself, don't be polite to me!" ”

Ma Zongheng flipped through the menu and said with a wry smile: "Why did you bring me here to eat, it's expensive, and I can't fill my stomach!" ”

Fan Jinsong also laughed: "Old horse, you can order as you like, until you are full!" Let's eat this steak as a steamed bun today! Waiter, open another red wine, well, it's 09! ”

"Lao Fan, I've known you for so many years, I didn't see that you also have such a bold side!"

When the waiter brought the dishes, Ma Zongheng forked up the steak and took a big bite, his mouth was full, and he muttered.

Fan Jinsong was not like him, he shook the red wine glass elegantly, and took a shallow sip, "Coach Ma, today is my inconsiderate day, but the well-known Beima in the basketball circle of Qingshan City, why did I short-circuit your brain today and let you do this errand!" Come! I'll punish myself with a drink! As he spoke, he drank all the red wine in his hand.

Ma Zongheng hurriedly swallowed the meat in his mouth, waved his hand and said, "How many years ago." Old Fan, don't mention this, isn't my northern horse also losing to your Nanfan for three years in a row? ”