Today is the day when Liu Hao and his college classmates have been gathering for ten years.

As agreed, he should have met everyone at the football field of his alma mater.

However, the train was late. When he arrived in Beijing, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, so he naturally missed the game.

"Oh, it's so unlucky! I'd known to have a few sips before boarding the plane!" He had been on the train for twenty hours in vain, and he was still angry.

This is how it was. I was about to get on the plane, but when I boarded the plane, my feet went crazy again and kept shaking and kicking, almost kicking the boarding ladder, which made the airport security guard dare not let him get on the plane, and his name was blacklisted.

I thought I would come over and gather with my brothers one day earlier, but in the end I could only take the free train sadly.

Regarding his crazy feet, we have to start more than two months ago.

The first time I found that his feet were often not controlled by the brain and often "feeded" was at a meeting of the transportation management department.

The leader was speaking at the time, and his subordinates were listening to the leader's instructions attentively. Suddenly, his feet couldn't help but kicked!

This kick was out of control, like an epileptic patient who couldn't hold on to his mouth, a cramped player could not take care of his own feet, and the bully had to shoot the arrow out... it was impossible to control it at all!

The tapping sound continued for a long time, but he was powerless. Faced with the angry gazes from his leader, he could only roll on the ground and pretend to be crazy...

After somehow returning from the hospital, the unit immediately gave him a leave, but strangely, the situation was not going on for several days.

I thought it was okay, so I happily prepared to celebrate with my wife in bed, but I didn't expect that when I was happy, the problem happened again.

If the posture is piston movement, that's a good thing. But this guy likes to play in helicopters, or he's underneath, and kicks his wife off the bed with one kick, and then kicks endlessly...

At first, he thought he had arthritis, so he ran to the Chinese medicine doctor to take a look, but the Chinese medicine doctor shook his head. He didn't give up and ran to the Western medicine doctor for examination, but the diagnosis still did not have any abnormalities.

Could it be that my brain is broken?

He was confused now. What was going on?

As time goes by, the problem of footwork becomes more and more serious, and the frequency of the disease becomes higher and higher, so that it happens once an hour. It is definitely a long time to go back to work. Even when he sleeps in bed at night, he has to tie his feet to the edge of the bed with two ropes. If he wants to have a happy time, he has to tie two more thicker ropes on his thighs...

Now he was really desperate...

It’s strange that he drank alcohol to relieve his sorrows that day. He drank a lot of red wine, but his body was not abnormal and he was very energetic.

Logically speaking, after drinking so much wine, at least he was extremely in poor spirits, but he was very energetic.

Just when a friend organized a football match that day, he called him, so he went to play.

He was responsible for the corner kick during the game, but an accident happened.

Those disobedient feet actually kicked the football directly into the goal...

What made him feel creepy was that when the second corner kick was punished, the ball entered the goal again!

If you score two free kicks in a game, it is already a great achievement. If you score two corner kicks in a row? It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a miracle.

With Liu Hao's skills and physical conditions under his feet, that is, the third-rate level in his amateur level, it is impossible!

According to his colleagues, it was because he drank too much and made up his mind, which was no different from having a big woman's belly.

Liu Hao realized his colleague's casual joke.

Maybe it’s because of that wine!

He drank two bottles of red wine before the game.

The red wine was forced to him when he was on duty on the road.

Thinking of the four boxes of red wine with unknown origin, the more he thought about it, the more bizarre he became, with many doubts.

First, the text on the packaging cannot be queried online. Could it be the text from heaven?

Secondly, the taste of red wine is very different from other red wines, and it is more like glucose?

Third, I don’t get drunk no matter how much I drink it. Although I obviously have a strong alcohol smell, why do I become more and more sober as I drink it?

Fourth, after drinking that wine for Mao, his feet stopped kicking around?

Fifth, how to exercise in bed...soccer...

Yes, he finally blamed the bizarre thing on the red wine.

After that, whenever his feet could not control, he drank a small glass of red wine, and then his feet became more obedient, just in line with the advertising line: "If you have good teeth, you will have a good appetite, your body will be great, and you will eat it all the time..."

What excited him the most was that he was able to show his strengths in his favorite football sport. The pleasure of hitting wherever he pointed and kicked, allowing him to regain his long-lost happiness on the football field, just like a man regaining his mighty sport in front of a woman.

But the problem arises again. He is used to drinking red wine, and his feet are obedient, but if he doesn't drink every hour, his feet become even more disobedient and he kicks everywhere...

The foot addiction has been cured, and the alcohol addiction has come to mind.

But he would rather be drunk than be athlete's foot!

So he simply added the four boxes of red wine at home, redeemed it into ten barrels of red wine, so that he could drink it as medicine. As for the current situation, the doctor could not give a treatment plan, so he could only live it first, even if the medicine would be finished one day...

"Oh, intermittent Perkins disease." After Gudong Gudong took two sips of wine, Liu Hao laughed at himself, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the bottle of his own special medicinal wine in his hand, a little confused and helpless.

"I'm losing money, how much do I have to drink on the way! This is my lifeblood," then shook his head again, and after spitting out a strong smell of alcohol, he looked at his watch. It was almost six o'clock...

When we arrived at the Big Apple, we ate nearly half of the dinner, and everyone had a red seal on their faces. It was obvious that they drank a lot of wine.

The embarrassing thing was that when he walked into the box, no one recognized him.

"Waiter, give us two more bottles of Erguotou!" A beautiful man sitting with his back to the window shouted at the top of his throat, with two red eyes facing Liu Hao.

Liu Hao was slightly surprised and thought to himself that this was not the boss Wang Jing? He actually treated him as a waiter. Is the one I dressed in today so well? It seems that he serves the people!

Even his brothers couldn't recognize him, which hurt his heart.

"Ah! Isn't this a mouse?"

Fortunately, Cai Jin's sharp vision suddenly recognized Liu Hao and warmed up Liu Hao's heart.

When everyone heard Cai Jin say this, they narrowed their eyes and looked at Liu Hao in one go.

"Is this a mouse?" The boss Wang Jing stood up staggeringly and leaned forward, obviously unable to believe it.

"Rat?" He looked around again, sought everyone's opinions, and finally lowered his head. His golden curly hair drooped, like a rock lead singer ten years ago, still so coquettish.

Then...

"Hahahahaha, mouse, you have the man who is today, you finally grow into a pig like a man, hahahahaha..."

After Wang Jing confirmed this, the atmosphere became richer.

Damn! Even so, compared with the guy in front of me, I am still the man who was as windy as ever!

"Mouse! If you are late, I will punish you!" Cai Jin, who was so bloated that he looked like a ball, was already excited to pick up the half-bottle Erguotou and came into Liu Hao's eyes.

Although it was still four or five meters away, Liu Hao could already feel a strong sour smell coming up from his stomach.

If he brewed his own red wine, he would not pour a thousand cups. After all, he would become more and more sober as he drank it, but let’s do this Erguotou!

Although drinking with his leader is commonplace on weekdays, drinking is always a thorn in his heart. He will get drunk whenever he drinks! It is not favored by his leaders!

Recently, I was criticized by my leader, because I don’t drink it if I can’t drink it, and don’t come to work the next day!

Alas, it was the red wine again...

Of course, the thorn in his heart, the initiator was Cai Jin, the best friend who killed thousands of swords in front of him. He was hurt by him since college and had a heart disease.

The fat on his face shook and shook, cold sweat oozed out from his forehead, and he couldn't help but turn half of his body.

"You guys, I'll get you the wrong person... I'll bring you wine now..."

Half an hour later, Liu Hao was in a tragedy...

"Look, my tongue is rolled up, this kid is drunk again, just like before, haha! Without any effort!" Cai Jin threw Liu Hao on the sofa proudly. At this time, they had already moved their positions and came to the KTV, and Liu Hao seemed to be drunk.

"I'm good, I didn't expect that this guy would be so fat after ten years. He only held it with one hand, and he could throw it more than ten meters away if he threw it..."

"No matter how fat you are, you are... you are not as fat as you, the old monster in Black Mountain. You should... be killed!" Although Liu Hao was confused, he still heard it clearly. At least he couldn't suffer any loss in his mouth.

In terms of fatness, Cai Jin was a famous fat man back then, while Liu Hao was handsome and always was his target of ridicule. Unexpectedly, ten years later, he would also be with the fat man, so Cai Jin naturally would not miss such an opportunity.

"I...I can tell you that my drinking capacity has doubled! If you don't believe it...If you don't believe it, you will fight me alone...one-on-one!"

Liu Hao opened his eyes slightly, and a few blurry figures came into his eyes. These are all the best buddies, so he naturally spoke a lot.

If he was not drunk on average, he would make an excuse to pretend he was drunk. But after seeing these guys today, he not only drank a lot more than usual, but he was even more interested in drinking.

After he spoke out the word "one-on-one challenge", he was shocked, but it was too late to regret it.

"Okay, I will carry you back ten years ago, and I will carry you back ten years later!" Cai Jin was as excited as if he had a chicken blood when he heard the word "one-on-one challenge". It seemed that he had not drunk enough.

He is worthy of being a drunkard... Even the boss Wang Jing secretly took a few steps back and stayed away from this god of killing. Although he is the boss, when it comes to drinking, he really dare not fight with this drunkard.

Let's roar and relive the youth of rock... Let's hug Jiang Su, who looks like a literary youth, and the two of them sat aside.

Liu Hao, who was lying on the sofa, stared at the can of beer on the table with big eyes, and his heart was filled with fear.

Erguotou becomes a can. Isn’t it necessary to pour it again?

He got up with difficulty and drank the bottle of water, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What I mean by one-on-one free kick... Whoever competes with you for drinking has no technical content."

"Free kick? Puff!" Cai Jin was already holding a can of beer and drinking it. When he heard Liu Hao say this, he couldn't help but vomit.

Maybe you can fight for a few rounds when fighting with him, playing football with him, and fighting for free kicks? This is simply a search for abuse!
To be continued...