Chapter 38: Please give me a meal table

Nottingham Forest really successfully defended its title, which made another person feel uncomfortable.

When the Forest players were on a day off, Carl Spike got up from bed early in the morning and fell into bad mood. His cell phone has been turned off since the end of yesterday's game and he doesn't want anyone to disturb him, because when he turns on the phone, he will definitely receive calls from many media asking him when he plans to fulfill his promise.

Eat the table?

Don't joke! Is that something humans can eat? I'm not a mouse!

He doesn't have time to regret why he made a bet with Tang En. He has to rack his brains to find ways to avoid making this fool of himself.

At this moment, he heard the doorbell.

A courier company employee stood at the door and smiled at him: "Mr. Carl Spike?"

"Uh, I'm."

Not long after Spike got up, his clothes were not well-dressed, his beard was not shaved, and his sleepy eyes looked a little haggard.

“There is your stuff.”

The courier pointed to a large box behind him.

Spike could already guess what was there. Because if Done lost the league championship, he would receive such a package at his doorstep, but the sender had to be compared.

At that moment, a trace of anger flashed across his face, and then he wanted to deny it: "Uh, I'm not..."

Before he could say anything, he saw a dozen reporters holding cameras suddenly appearing in the flowerbed next to him, and took photos of him.

Someone held up the microphone and shouted at him: "Mr. Carl Spike! Talk about your thoughts! Nottingham Forest won the championship..."

This bastard, Don Eun!

Spike cursed viciously in his heart. He was not a fool. He knew that the courier and the reporter lying beside his residence must have been arranged by Tang En. He seemed to see himself making a fool of himself.

Now he can't deny his identity.

The courier was also shocked by the reporters who suddenly appeared. He looked back at the formation behind him and laughed again. He was a fan, and he understood the grudges between Carl Spike and Tony Don.

"Mr. Carl Spike. Please sign for it." He held back his smile and turned his head to Spike.

Denying his identity would not work, Spike had to honestly take the order and sign his name.

The courier did not mean to help Spike carry the box into the house - Spike really wanted to do this, so that the media at the door would not see the excitement.

But the courier turned around and left after receiving the order.

Spike had no choice but to move the box by himself. He found that the box was very heavy and he couldn't hold it alone. After trying it a few times, he looked helplessly at the reporters who were smiling and watching the fun. These people would never come up to help.

"Why not take it apart, Mr. Spike?" a reporter asked loudly.

"If it's a table, it's more convincing to eat it here."

"If it's not a table, we are not interested in taking it here..."

Spike's face was shady and the order contained the sender's name. What else could Tony Don't send anything other than a table?

The reporters who were afraid that the world would be in chaos kept making excuses and must let Spike unpack the box in person.

Spike finally gave up, but he couldn't escape this disaster anyway...

He slowly unpacked the packaging, and to his surprise, the first thing that caught his eye was not a wooden or metal table, but a huge cake box.

What's this?

Spike stared at the box with a creamy aroma and was dazed. And the reporters didn't expect that it would be inside the box.

Did Donne customize a super-sized cake for Spike?

Spike had already thought of something, and he quickly lifted the lid of the cake box, and then he smiled as he looked at the things inside - as expected.

A table-shaped chocolate cream cake that is one-to-one sized from the real table also exudes a rich butter and chocolate fragrance in the early morning air.

Even the reporters who were ten steps away smelled it. They looked at each other and couldn't understand it - if Tony Donn wanted Spike to make a fool of himself, why would he send an edible "table" to bring Spike's steps?

Did the two of them decide to take advantage of this opportunity to reconcile?

That's so boring!

Ferguson retired, Wenger means to leave his troops and return to the country. Mourinho will never return. Now Carl Spike and Donn are about to reconcile. Are they still allowed to live, such as journalists?

No matter what the reporters thought, Carl Spike was in a very comfortable mood now, as if he had been holding his stool all night and was discharged smoothly after getting up early in the morning. He smelled the tempting fragrance of the cake and suddenly felt a little hungry - it was time to have breakfast.

"Ha, the cake is so baked!" Spike smiled as he rubbed his hands and looked up at the reporters, "Do you want to have breakfast together, guys?"

The reporters shook their heads one after another. The expression on their faces was very bad - this was not a scene they wanted to see. They were just waiting for Spike to take a bite of the "table", and left after taking photos, but they had no intention of having breakfast with him here.

Spike was not anxious. He went back to the house to make a glass of milk, then tied a napkin around his neck, and appeared again in front of everyone with a knife and fork.

"What a pity... I can't finish such a big cake alone..." He pretended to be regretful on his face, and his expression really made the reporters grit their teeth. He was really good at getting a bargain.

When he was about to enjoy the cake, he found that there was a card next to the cake. It was written by Tony Tangen himself.

Dear Mr. Carl Spike:

The best chocolate butter cake. I hope you like it. I also hope to take this opportunity to show kindness to you and write off all our previous grievances. We fight to the reporters just to show the show. You and I are both clowns in their eyes. Have you seen them? They should be right in front of you? Look at their eyes, you must have this kind of eyes when you go to the circus to watch clowns, right? We don’t need to sacrifice ourselves to entertain them. Finally, I apologize for my previous remarks.

Your dearest friend Tony Donne.

Tony Tangen actually took the initiative to show weakness!

This is really sensational news. Spike has decided to show off this matter on his show. Although he was forced to eat the "table", it is okay to save some face in this way... At the same time, he was thinking--maybe Tony Don't hate it so much...

After wiping the card and putting it in his clothes pocket, Spike began to eat with a smile. He cut off a piece of cake with a knife, then used a fork to put it in front of his open mouth.

The reporters cooperated very well to raise the camera and camera and took photos and shots of him "eating on the table".

After the reporters finished filming, Spike put the cake into his mouth, chewing, giving a thumbs up and brows. Although he couldn't speak, he praised the deliciousness of the cake with his expression and movements.

In order to prove that he was not pretending, he ate several more pieces in a row, and finally he just ate with his hands. After eating, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them, licking off the chocolate and cream that were stained. Then he raised his index finger and laughed at the reporters.

His expression was really a beating. The reporters felt that they were fooled by Donn and Spike. They were not interested in continuing to watch. There was no fun here at all. So everyone packed up their arousal and dispersed one after another.

Only Carl Spike was very proud to move a chair and continued to sit at the door of the house to eat the "table" brought by Don Eun.

Looking at his satisfied and proud expression, he seemed to be eager to have a few more waves of reporters taking pictures of him.

In the afternoon of the same day, Carl Spike was willing to bet and lose the news that he was willing to eat the table. Everyone was surprised to see Spike sitting at his doorstep and feasting at the cake table. The news mentioned that Tony Donn gave this to Spike. The audience was the same confused as the reporters at that time - why did Donn give a table to Spike? Didn't he always want to see Spike making a fool of himself?

The media have given their own guesses:

"... Maybe Done was tired of spitting with Spike and planned to take this opportunity to reconcile the two of them."

This explanation is reasonable and many people believe it.

Only a small number of people insist that Tang En could not show weakness and show kindness after winning the bet. In their impression, Tony Tang En always takes advantage and acts good-for-bearing, and becomes a bitch and has to set up a archway. If he has the advantage, his opponent will have to wait for death, and he will not be able to live in peace after death. He will be hung on the city gate and whipped in the public. He likes to knock his opponent to the ground, step on billions of feet, and continue to crush it until his opponent is stepped into the soil.

So how hateful he is? He has no idea of ​​giving others some face. He is arrogant, self-righteous, arrogant, and arrogant when he gets power... These negative comments on human character are concentrated on him alone, which is really not easy. But there are still many people who like him crazy about him, for the simple reason - because he is always the winner, and he is always qualified to be crazy.

The "eating table" incident that everyone was looking forward to ended in painlessly, which was really boring.

Such news has no value for hype. The media also let Spike go. He can finally turn on his phone again. No need to worry about the harassment of the media.

The first person to call the phone was the producer of the program "Football Things". He smiled and said to Spike: "It seems you have escaped a disaster, Carl. OK. Don't mention this matter anymore, and you can't make any valuable things. Live broadcast in the evening, come and prepare for the special program at the end of the season. There are many things that you need to decide on."

Spike hung up the phone and drove out with satisfaction.

The season-end special show, the championship is the highlight. Nottingham Forest, who won the championship, will definitely occupy more time for the show. Fortunately, Tang En gave him a step this morning, and he was in a good mood, so he decided to sarcastically talk less about the new league champion in the show at night and give Tang En a face.

Well, I'd better pretend to be sincere and congratulations to Nottingham Forest, although he plans to focus on the Arsenal and Manchester City matches, because this game is the highlight of the decision to determine the location of the league championship. The Forests and Sunderland matches are no suspense. There is nothing to pay attention to.

After fighting with his wife in bed for 300 rounds in the afternoon, Tang En fell asleep until the lights were on. Shania was making dinner in the kitchen.

Hearing his footsteps, he said without looking back: "You go watch TV, dinner will be ready for a while."

"Do you want help?"

"No.  " Shaniya turned around and smiled at him.  "You can rest well today and do nothing."

Tang En smiled back and obediently left the kitchen and went to the living room to turn on the TV.

Look at the time. It’s almost eight o’clock.

This is the prime time of the TV station in the day, and all kinds of exciting programs are concentrated at this time. But Tang En was not interested in most TV programs. He held the remote control in his hand and changed the station aimlessly. When he met someone who was a little interested, he stopped to take a look. He then turned the station again if he was no longer interested.

After a while, his mind, which had just woken up, was still a little confused, and finally gradually woke up.

He thought of something. This matter is very important.

So he switched the channel to Sky TV Sports Channel.

Then start looking at the watch.

There are still advertisements on TV. He has forgotten about having supper...

If possible, Carl Spike would definitely want to throw his work off and flush into the toilet immediately - even if this is his eighth time to go to the toilet, he still can't hold back the feeling of defecation deep in his belly.

The producer looked at Spike's painful expression with some concern. Of course he knew what was wrong with his host. He had a stomachache. But he had no choice. This was a live show and it was impossible to cancel it temporarily because the host had diarrhea. Otherwise, the sponsor would eat his raw.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Spike continued to study the manuscripts for the evening.

The producer patted his shoulder: "It's going to be broadcast soon. You go again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Spike rushed out.
To be continued...