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Everyone in the room, including Milan's players, the team doctor, the referee, and Inter players, as well as the 83,000 fans, were watching Ibrahimovic eat chocolate.

After eating the chocolate, Ibrahimovic greedily licked his fingers, and presented the broadcast screen to the audience watching the Milan derby around the world.

The audience also saw this scene through the two giant screens of the Meazza Stadium.

"Aha

, is Eevee alive again?" "I saw Kathy running over with a cardiac defibrillator

, is Eevee a heart problem?" "No, heart problem, how to eat chocolate, is this chocolate, or a quick relief pill!"

"You see Eevee's chocolate intoxicated look, it doesn't look like there is a physical problem, I think he is very good."

"It's really strange, he seems to be very hungry, is this not lunch?" "

Hahaha, I still have half a packet of potato chips here, or I will go down and get it to him!" Not

only is the question mark in the audience's heads, but Milan coach Pioli is also puzzled.

He repeatedly touched his bald head

, "What's the matter, when Ibrahimovic was introduced in winter, there was no problem with his physical examination, why did this situation suddenly appear, strange..."

On Inter's side, Bastoni breathed a long sigh of relief

! "It seems that Ibrahimovic's heart is fine, it's okay!"

If this guy has a heart attack because he is defended by himself, although Bastoni is not responsible on the court, he is still a little overwhelmed.

Brozovic scolded directly: "Damn, there is something wrong with this guy, I haven't eaten lunch, what kind of ball is playing!"

Only Ye Chen, with an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Cai, Ye Chen's torture, through the dust of thirty years, hit the depths of Ibu's soul!

"If you spit again, there will be no bread tonight and tomorrow!" This

sentence was spoken in the local dialect of Malm??, a small city in Ibu's hometown, instantly pulling Ibu's memory back to that miserable night thirty years ago...

At the time, 9-year-old little Eevee was lying weakly on the cold floor of his home, and he didn't even have the strength to moan.

This is his father's punishment for his rebellion, "If you spit at Lao Tzu, I will starve you for a day and a half!"

9-year-old little Eevee was so hungry that his eyes flashed Venus, the sky was spinning, and his soul was out of his mind.

"Woo hoo, Daddy, I was wrong, I don't dare to spit at you anymore, I want bread, I want bread!" Until

finally, little Eevee had no strength to cry.

He even hallucinated, using the sofa leg as a chicken leg, clicking and nibbling up

! The hunger of "near death", the hideous and angry face of his father, thirty years later, is still engraved in Eevee's deep mind, becoming an indelible childhood ghost story!

Thirty years later, hearing this sentence again from Ye Chen's mouth, speaking in the dialect of his hometown, Ibrahimovic's body produced a stress response after trauma.

He immediately felt a flood of hunger.

Obviously I ate very full at the Milan base restaurant at noon, but I suddenly felt very hungry

! Heart-wrenching hunger, "dying" hunger!

So Ibrahimovic's body had the same hypoglycemic stress response as thirty years ago.

He clutched his chest and collapsed pale, making exactly the same movements as he had on that night thirty years ago!

With the help of the team doctor, he sat up, looked around, and uttered an astonishing quote

: "Bread! Whoever brings me a piece of bread, I want bread

!"



"Bread!

At this time, the Milan players have begun to wonder if there is something wrong with Ibrahimovic's spirit...

"Brother, where are we going to find bread for you at the stadium?" said Casey helplessly.

"Bread, I want bread..." Hearing

that there was no bread, Eevee's expression suddenly darkened, and the terrifying hunger rushed up again!

All the delicacy in the world is not comparable to the taste of that piece of bread!

Eevee covered his chest and groaned, kneeling on the ground, he hallucinated and regarded Casey as his father.

He hugged Casey's thigh

: "Daddy, I'm wrong, I don't dare to spit at you anymore, give me a piece of

bread!" Casey looked at the team's big brother and called his dad, and was frightened and stupid on the spot: "Don't be, I'll find you bread

!" "Must have bread!" After Eevee said the last sentence, his eyes closed, and he collapsed on the ground with a plop.

Several Milanese players hurried to the North Stand and asked the Milanese fans for bread.

"If any of you have bread, give it to me!" the

fan cheered, throwing down a pile of food.

Casey picked them up in turn and found potato chips, chocolate, bananas, but no bread.

"No bread, Ibrahimovic wants bread, what can I do, he passed out again!"

a little caddy wearing an Inter shirt with his back to them leaning against a billboard caught ??alhano??lu's attention.

"Little fatty, give me your hot dog!" shouted ??alhano??lu, the

little Inter caddy who was in charge of picking up the ball at home, turned around, holding a half-cut hot dog in his hand, and you were chewing and chewing on your cheeks.

He took advantage of the pause in the game to take out a hidden hot dog from his pants and steal it.

Suddenly, three big black men dressed in the opponent's AC Milan jersey rushed towards him murderously, and the little caddie was suddenly frightened!

Kathy picked up the hot dog and ran over to bring it to Eevee.

After eating the hot dog, Ibrahimovic's face improved significantly.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up contented.

"Ibrahimovic, please get off the field immediately for treatment, don't delay the game!" the

referee now understood.

This guy Ibrahimovic doesn't have any heart problems at all, he just faints from hunger!

Tens of thousands of us in the audience, and tens of millions of viewers in front of the TV, all watch you do food broadcasts?

"Referee, team doctor, I'm fine, my heart is fine, please resume the game immediately, I can continue to play without going off the field for treatment. "

Ibrahimovic understood what his problem was, so after eating the bread, he was immediately full of blood and could continue playing.

The referee glared as if looking at a retarded person, and then walked away.

The Milan team doctor withdrew, the referee sounded a whistle, and the game continued!

Ibrahimovic looked at Ye Chen's eyes and became vicious.

This dog day kid, use this way to yin me, my taekwondo black belt 5 dan level, but not in vain training, see how I yin back!