Chapter 41: Sleepy
Chelsea's defeat in this match directly led to their fans causing a commotion at the club stadium. Leicester City's bus had just come out of the stadium's parking garage when it circled back after receiving such news.
Premier League fans are very hooligans. They have done things like blocking the team bus, smashing rotten tomatoes, and breaking wine bottles. Mr. Ranieri naturally did not dare to let the bus rush out at risk. It would be troublesome if someone was hurt.
But if it was normal, the bus would have just waited. But Eggsy had a fever. When he got on the bus, the team doctor noticed that the boy's face was a little red, and when he touched his head, it felt a little hot.
Not long after he sat down, he leaned back on the chair, and his temperature was rising. He had been leaning on Vardy, covered with a fluffy blanket, and even wearing a fluffy bear hat.
"Eggsy?" The team doctor would put a thermometer next to his ear to measure his temperature every once in a while, and casually asked him, "Are you feeling any other discomfort?"
Eggsy just shook his head slowly and tucked his feverish pink face into the blanket, leaving only a tuft of hair sticking out from the gap between the plush hat and the blanket.
"Um……"
Eggsy's voice came out muffled from the blanket, weak and soft, which stunned all the teammates around him!
Oh my, are you feeling so uncomfortable that you don’t want to talk?
The teammates all looked at Eggsy with different eyes at this time. On the one hand, they really thought he was cute, but on the other hand, they felt sorry for him and felt really bad, otherwise they wouldn't have kept silent.
Eggsy was feeling dizzy now, and his whole body was hot, with a sore feeling coming from the cracks in his bones. He had had fevers and illnesses before, but never as weak as he was today. He even didn't want to talk.
He only felt that the annoying hunger he had just felt was gone, and his body felt as if it had been hollowed out. The hot wind blowing over him made him shiver with cold, and then he couldn't help but move closer to Vardy, whose body temperature was normal, as if to keep warm.
Vardy had never been treated like this! He had never raised a cat, a dog, or a child, and he didn't even have a girlfriend! When his teammates suddenly treated him like this... Vardy's brain froze!
Good, so cute!!!
His brain was immediately filled with these words, and Vardy even unconsciously leaned towards Eggsy, trying to make Eggsy feel more comfortable when he leaned on his shoulder.
The Leicester City bus had the team logo and Leicester City paint on it, so the rioting fans would not have been unfamiliar with it. So Mr. Ranieri had been contacting all parties, and Eggsy's fever could not be delayed any longer.
After a lot of contact, in the end, unexpectedly, after this phone call, it was Chelsea who seemed impossible to handle the matter and took action.
Mr. Ranieri felt that Chelsea would not take action because Chelsea lost today, but he was able to make this call because there is a rule in the football world that if fans make trouble, the club will pay for it.
If Chelsea fans cause trouble and smash the Leicester City bus, not only will the fans be sued, but Chelsea will probably also have to pay fines and compensation.
Although Chelsea's major shareholder Abramovich is indeed not short of money, he would feel embarrassed if he did this. Therefore, he sent a team of black cars and specially opened all the exits of the stadium to help Leicester City evacuate these troublesome fans and clear the way.
The person leading the team this time is Abu's son, Figueres.
The prince of Chelsea wore a black suit, black gloves, and had a beautiful 37-centimeter middle-parted hair. His azure blue eyes glanced coldly into the car, as if he didn't see the person he wanted to see, so the owner of the ice-blue eyes just said one word.
"You may not be able to make it back in time tonight. We have already prepared a hotel for you to stay in." Figrizi looked at Mr. Ranieri and said with a slight accent, "I will have my people lead the way for you."
Mr. Ranieri originally wanted to decline, but seeing the police cars and noise from the fans in the distance, he finally agreed.
After saying this, the cool and handsome prince got off the bus. With a slight wave of his hand, the bodyguard car beside him immediately followed and cleared the way according to the instructions of the young master.
At this moment, Vardy happened to see the prince from the bus window, and he couldn't help but whistled, and gently nudged Eggsy who was curled up in the blanket against him.
"Hey, this guy is so handsome!"
Eggsy was feeling groggy at this moment. After being pushed twice by Vardy, he frowned, buried his head in Vardy's legs, and snorted.
"Valdi, don't move! The cub is sleeping!"
Mahrez and Kante in the front row turned around and glared at Vardy who was still looking at the prince of Chelsea, and reminded him that the kid was not feeling well and was leaning on him to rest.
"Can you do it? If not, I'll do it!"
Kante was eager to try, but Vardy would not give him the chance and quickly patted Eggsy on the back.
"Oh, okay, okay, you sleep on my legs. I won't move. I won't move."
Then Vardy deliberately put his finger to his lips, indicating to them that Eggsy wanted to sleep and asked them to be quiet!
In this way, the Leicester City bus followed the prince all the way to the most luxurious hotel in the area.
Then the prince generously booked all the suites on the top floor for all of their players, and even took their cars to the underground parking garage.
When they arrived at the hotel, Eggsy could no longer hold on and fell asleep. Vardy looked at Eggsy sleeping on his lap and didn't want to wake him up, so Vardy could only support Eggsy and get out of the car first, and then carried Eggsy on his back with the help of other teammates.
The team doctor quickly covered Eggsy with a blanket, wrapped him up, and then whispered to Vardy, "Go slowly, bring him to the room and tuck him in directly."
Captain Morgan, who was behind, was holding Eggsy's sports bag and dragging Vardy from behind, and then he followed Vardy to the elevator.
But just as they were about to reach the elevator, the 'click' sound of the shutter and the flash were too obvious in the dim parking garage.
"Hey! You!"
The water drinker pointed at the guy holding the camera, whose camera was obviously pointed at Eggsy, who was carried by Vardy. He turned around and ran away when he found himself exposed, running faster than a rabbit!
"stop!"
Reporters of these wild tabloids usually do not have any formal interview credentials, and rely on candid and unscheduled photography to sell photos, or rely on candid photos to "tell stories with pictures" to attract attention and survive.
In short: pretty disgusting.
So most athletes don't want to pay attention to this kind of reporter, and they are very disgusted. So when this guy ran, many players wanted to catch up!
That guy - he took a picture of Zizi! Damn it, Dad wants it too!
Mr. Ranieri quickly stopped the other players who wanted to chase after him. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "It's too late. It's not safe to chase after them in an unfamiliar place. Let's go and rest first."
Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at the dark sky outside the parking garage... forget it.
Of course, they certainly didn't know that not long after the tabloid reporter ran out, he was stopped by a group of black-clad bodyguards. Figueres stood behind the bodyguards and said nothing as the bodyguards held the reporter down and took the camera to the prince.
Figelis opened it and took a look, only to find that the person being photographed was Eggsy... His face was flushed at this moment, and he was being carried on the back of his teammate Vardy.
Figueres, who had been looking stern all the time, suddenly smiled and turned around immediately.
"Give him money and let him go."
Figelis didn't even glance at the tabloid reporter, he just pulled out the memory card from the camera, then threw the camera back to the bodyguard. The prince played with the memory card with his black leather-gloved fingers, then turned and left.
The Leicester City players had already been assigned to their rooms. Vardy, captain Morgan and the team doctor tucked Eggsy into bed. The team doctor saw that the fever-reducing patch on Eggsy's forehead had become hot, so he quickly changed it for him. Seeing that Eggsy was still sleeping soundly, he did nothing more.
Captain Morgan and the team doctor left together. Vardy, who had carried Eggsy upstairs, was also tired at this time. He looked at Eggsy who was sleeping soundly, and then he felt relieved. He also pinched his shoulders and went to take a shower.
So Vardy had no idea that during the time he was in the bathroom, Eggsy's phone rang while he was sleeping on the bed.
Eggsy reached into the quilt in a daze, and after searching his body for a long time, he finally found the phone. He didn't even check the caller ID, but answered it directly, humming and saying something.
"Hello……"
"Eggsy, are you asleep?"
The Spanish voice of the caller sounded very familiar. Eggsy opened his eyes with difficulty and took a look at the incoming call. At that moment, his black eyes immediately exploded with golden light!
"Mr. Modric!"
"And me, little guy!" There seemed to be another voice on the other end of the phone. Eggsy knew it was Ramos just by listening.
"Mr. Ramos!"
No matter how tired or uncomfortable he was at this moment, Eggsy couldn't help but get excited. He was now in the stage of saying whatever he thought, so he said this directly into the phone.
"Mr. Ramos, the hairstyle you taught me didn't make my game go smoothly~"
Ramos heard this on the other end of the phone. While being concerned about Modric's look, he still wanted to force an explanation.
But unexpectedly, Eggsy continued, "You still look old..."
Ramos suddenly wanted to pull the guy off the phone, shake him hard and ask him why his hairstyle made him look old! ?
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