When Rongguang opened his eyes, he saw a white ceiling. But he could tell at first that this was not the white ceiling in his home, because although the ceiling in his home was also white, there would not be such obvious splicing seams.

Just as he was still thinking about where this was, he heard a familiar voice.

"You're awake?"

It's Deborah.

Rongguang turned his head and indeed saw Debola by his bed.

"Hey, I thought I was not at home." Rongguang felt strange.

"You're not at home," said Deborah. "You're in the hospital, in the Moscow."

Rong Guang was shocked, and then the memory suddenly appeared like a rising tide.

He remembered that he had just scored a goal in the game against Sparta, Moscow, and then... the memory was broken here.

"The competition is over?" Rongguang struggled to sit up, but he realized that his body was very weak and his arms were not strong enough. He didn't support his body in the first time.

"It's over." Seeing that he was like this, Debola stepped forward and helped him up.

When she leaned over to help her, Rong Guang accidentally caught a glimpse of the scenery in Debola's open collar...

He turned his gaze away awkwardly.

But the next second, he suddenly regretted it again-I haven't seen anything clearly...

After sitting up with the help of Debola, Rongguang asked, "Where is the score?"

"B2 Bayern Munich won."

Rong Guang breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be embarrassing if I worked so hard and finally lost the game.

After winning the game, the glory became much easier. He looked at Debola and suddenly remembered something: "Aren't you from Munich?"

"I came when I saw you fainting on the court," said Debola.

"What time is it now?" Rong Gu looked around. He was pulling thick curtains in the ward, and there was no way to see outside. Even the light outside could not be seen. The lights were still on in the ward. So Rong Guang didn't know whether it was day or night now.

But he thought it should be at night now. After all, the game is also at night...

"It's ten o'clock in the morning, the next day."

Debola's answer surprised him: "So..."

He wanted to say it was too late, but he felt it was not suitable, but he thought it was too early.

Debola got up and went to the bed to open the curtains. With a clamor, the sunlight outside poured in.

The glory was so shaking that it couldn't help but blocked his eyes with his hands.

It took a while for his eyes to adapt to this level of brightness.

"The snow has stopped?" Rongguang squinted his eyes and looked out the window. He could clearly see the blue sky, white clouds, and the bright sunshine.

"Well, it's sunny." As soon as Debola finished speaking, she heard a serene voice coming from behind. She turned around and saw Rong Guang lifting the quilt and getting off the bed.

She quickly turned around and went back to help.

"No, I can do it myself. I'm not breaking my legs..."

Despite Rong Guang's words, Debola grabbed his arm and shoulders, helped him off the bed, and then walked to the sidelines.

The glory looked outside through the window. The snow did stop, but there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, reflecting the sunlight in the sky, which was a bit dazzling.

"It took one night yesterday and it only stopped in the morning." Debola said.

Rongguang wanted to open the window and breathe fresh air, but was stopped by Debola: "Your cold is not cured yet."

"I don't feel dizzy anymore. Apart from not being very energetic, I am no different from normal times." Rongguang retorted.

"That's not OK." Debola shook her head firmly and was unmoved. "Don't look at the sun outside, but it's actually very cold outside. You're wearing less clothes now. After opening the window, you'll get blown by the cold wind, and the cold will worsen."

When Debola said this, Rongguang looked at Debola's face and found that her eyes were a little dark, and she looked like she hadn't had a good sleep.

"Okay, I'll just take a look." Rongguang gave up the idea of ​​continuing to open the window.

"Magath asked me to tell you that you don't have to participate in the next league, or go to training, and have a good rest for a few days." Deborah continued.

"Where is the team?" Rong Guang asked.

"We all went back, we went back that night. They wanted to see you, but Heness stopped him..."

Rongguang nodded: "Well, I just caught a cold, there is no need to see me."

Debola suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Rong."

Rongguang turned his head in surprise and looked at Debola: "What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't know that you had a cold in time..."

Rongguang looked at Debola with an alien expression, making Debola unable to continue speaking.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Did you have a fever too?" Rongguang asked back.

"You're just having a fever," Debola said angrily. She finally wanted to show kindness to him. His attitude is really annoying.

"I have a fever..." Rongguang nodded.

Debola rolled her eyes. What should I say about this little kid who has no interest at all?

Seeing Debola turn her head angrily, Rongguang touched her nose.

The atmosphere just now suddenly changed a bit big, is the background music changed?

It made him feel really uncomfortable, and now he feels much more comfortable... The Debola before really scared him, thinking that she had been transformed by aliens, and now this is the normal Debola he is familiar with...

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As the glory fades away, there is no need to stay in the hospital.

That afternoon, Deborah completed the discharge procedures for Rongguang, and then they flew back to Munich on an evening flight.

The next morning, Rong Guang got up at six o'clock, changed his clothes, and as usual, he wanted to go out for morning exercises.

But when he just opened the door of his bedroom, he saw Debola leaning against the door frame opposite, looking at him with her hands wrapped around her chest.

"Good morning, Debola, why are you so early today?" Rong Guang greeted Debola as if nothing had happened.

"Are you going to Yu?" Debola ignored Rongguang's greeting him, but looked at him and asked.

"Morning exercise." Rongguang said.

"Do you want to die?" Debola said with a frown.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

"If you have a cold, fever and exercise, aren't you afraid of myocarditis? You're so desperate in the game that you didn't have any problems because you were not lucky. But this doesn't mean you are lucky every time," Debola said sternly, "Go back to sleep, you don't need to train Magath to say that he will give you a holiday, and he won't sign up for you in the weekend league."

"Why? I think I'm fine..." Rongguang didn't want to.

Debola glared at her eyes: "You are a patient now, so you should stay honestly."

Rongguang wanted to refute it, but this sentence suddenly seemed familiar, so he thought about it - it seemed that what he said to her after Debola was sick

It's really a reward for the present life...

"Okay..." Rongguang sighed, then turned back to his room.

When he returned to his room, Rongguang snorted: Do you think I can't get out? I'll slip away later, you won't be at the door all the time, right?

Thinking of this, Rongguang now did sit-ups in his bedroom and warmed up.

Five minutes later, he tiptoed open the door and planned to sneak out.

But as soon as she opened the door, she saw Debola still leaning against the opposite door frame. After seeing him, a sarcastic smile appeared on her face.

"Well……"

"Go back to sleep." Debola said to him coldly.

Rongguang had no choice but to go back and close the bedroom door.

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Rongguang was unable to find a chance to slip out in the end. After fighting wits and courage with Debola, he had no choice but to give up.

As a result, after breakfast, he sat on the sofa, looked around, and sighed: "It's so boring, why can't I train me to do?"

After washing the dishes, Debola said, seeing him like this, she said, "Watch TV, surf the Internet, sleep... you have a lot of things to do. If you don't train, you won't know how to live?"

"I'm not interested in those." Rongguang spread his hands. "I just want to train."

He and Debola played a role, looking like a child a few years old.

"Are you a workaholic?" Seeing him like this, Debola was also a little amused and crying.

"What kind of workaholic? I just want to move my body..." Rong Guang ignored it.

Debola snapped her fingers: "It's not easy to move your body?"
To be continued...