"DONG... This should be enough... If this continues, people will die!" Bell looked panicked.
"Yeah DONG, forget it, don't fall again..." Lennon also kept trying to dissuade him.
"DONG, are you sure you want to do this?" Robbie Keane's face was also filled with solemnity.
"DONG, you have agreed that after we do you this favor, you will be responsible for all tonight's expenses..." Beiba licked the corners of his mouth with a look of anticipation.
In the center of the warehouse of the training base, there is a large iron bucket with a height of 1.5 meters and a radius of 1 meter. The iron bucket is filled with water, and Wang Xiaodong is pouring bucket after bucket of ice cubes into it.
Looking at the iron bucket, which was as high as his own chest, Lennon was so frightened that he stepped back.
"DONG, I think it's better to forget it, I quit..." Lennon retreated to the corner. He suddenly remembered that at the beginning of last season, Wang Xiaodong and Bell dragged him to undergo circumcision.
Although little Lennon could breathe a lot after being cut, Lennon really didn't want to recall the time he spent recovering from the surgery.
That's a torture that can last for a long time even when you pee!
If he continues to "fool around" with Wang Xiaodong this time, he might be suspended from the team again.
At this moment, Modric, who had just changed into civilian clothes, knocked on the iron door, put half his head in and asked: "Captain, what do you want from me?"
When Robbie Keane saw this, he immediately coughed and moved Wang Xiaodong in front of him.
"Hi, King Silver Horn, welcome to join us. I think those bedridden patients in the hospital will definitely be grateful to you!" Wang Xiaodong instantly put on a warm expression, stepped forward and grabbed Modric's shoulders, Push him into the center of the crowd.
"Walter?" The Croatian who had just joined the team looked confused. He came to White Hart Lane just to play football and never thought about taking care of patients in the hospital.
"It's someone with ALS!" Wang Xiaodong said, pulling out a patient photo from his hip pocket, waving it in front of Modric's face and throwing it aside.
"ALS?" Modric was even more confused.
"Yes, it's ALS Care Day!" Bell, who is Wang Xiaodong's most loyal "dog leg", immediately agreed.
"Isn't that right? I remember the Alzheimer's Day was a month ago..." Modric recalled.
"I was still playing in the Asian Cup a month ago, so I didn't have time to care for them." Wang Xiaodong said an explanation smoothly, continued to hold Modric's shoulders and pushed him to the edge of the iron barrel.
Modric is only 1.74 meters tall, and he is not much taller than a metal bucket.
A bucket full of cold air overflowed, and King Yinjiao's face was covered with a layer of silver frost without makeup.
"DONG, this is..."
"This is an ice bucket challenge, the purpose is to raise recovery funds for those suffering from ALS!" Wang Xiaodong joked.
"Yes, this is a tradition within the Tottenham team. We hold it every year!" Bell said even more confidently.
Robbie Keane pinched the bridge of his nose. Wang Xiaodong and Bale were too unreliable. They have only been with the team for one season and what they say has no credibility at all.
"Yes, that's Luka." Seeing Modric looking at him curiously, Robbie Keane could only lie helplessly: "Tottenham holds such an event every year, I don't think you can Would you refuse such...charity? Right!"
"But why are only a few of your team members participating? Where are the other team members?"
The sleeve of Modric's right arm has been rolled up above the elbow by Wang Xiaodong. At this moment, Wang Xiaodong is using both hands to help Modric's arm warm up.
"Other players? Isn't this what it is?" Robbie Keane awkwardly pointed at Berbatov behind him.
"Yes, I am the other team member." Berbatov was thinking about the stripper that night, and he lied without blushing or heartbeat.
"Okay, so what are we going to do?"
Modric shrugged, seemingly agreeing with the challenge.
"It's very simple." Wang Xiaodong took out a hundred yuan, slapped it on the table and said, "There are six of us here, and each person's entry fee is one hundred yuan."
"Then we put our arms into the ice bucket together, and the first one to pull it out will take out five hundred yuan, then four hundred, three hundred, and so on. The one who persists to the end will get all the bonuses on the table. .”
As for whether he would use all the bonuses to show condolences, Wang Xiaodong didn't mention a word. After all, he had just come up with that excuse that was full of loopholes.
"Is it that simple?" Modric asked.
"Yes, it's that simple." After Wang Xiaodong said that, he directly rolled up half of his sleeves and showed off his biceps in front of everyone.
"Why are you standing still? Come and get ready!"
After Wang Xiaodong finished speaking, he took the initiative to stand beside the iron barrel.
Others had known about Wang Xiaodong's plan for a long time, and they all took out their money and stood next to the iron bucket.
Seeing this, Modric could only follow suit.
While Modric was paying, Wang Xiaodong winked at Bale.
When the Great Sage saw this, he immediately shouted proudly: "Don't compete with me! I will definitely be the champion this year!"
After Bell finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong kicked the cowering Lennon hard from below.
Lennon, who was kicked, also said aggrievedly: "Huh, just you? I want you to see who is a real man!"
Everyone was talking at once, blocking their words first to liven up the atmosphere.
In the end, Bell couldn't hold back when he talked about getting excited, and shouted loudly: "Fuck, whoever can't last 30 minutes on this thing is really a pussy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the warehouse immediately fell silent.
Not only Lennon, but also Robbie Keane looked at Bale with idiot eyes.
The Great Sage also realized that he had said the wrong thing. After glancing at Wang Xiaodong, he stretched out his arms in preparation.
"Okay, now that everyone is ready, let's get started!"
Wang Xiaodong counted down directly: "3, 2, 1!!!"
Uh-huh! ! !
Six people with six arms rushed away the ice cubes at the same time and plunged into the ice bucket.
"Wow~~~Uh uh uh uh uh..."
A biting chill climbed up his arms, short-circuiting Lennon's brain in an instant.
The electric mouse's legs softened, and its entire body pressed directly against Wang Xiaodong's body.
"Hey, mouse, can you act like a man? This is just the beginning!" Wang Xiaodong said with disdain.
"DONG, you...I, I...嘘嘚嘚嘚..." Lennon was so cold that his upper and lower teeth were knocked out.
Time passed by minute by second. From the beginning, everyone looked at each other, and then gradually turned their heads to the side, resisting the biting coldness.
"COME ON, COME ON! Yes, that's what it feels like!" Wang Xiaodong gritted his teeth and scanned everyone's faces. "I feel great, how about you?"
"Hey, DONG, stop talking nonsense, you hate the cold the most, right? I know, you regret it now, right?" Robbie Keane said sarcastically.
"I can do it, I can do it, I can do it..." Bell closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, "Vikings, please give me power!!!"
"OH~~~YEAH! Oh oh!!! YEAH!!!" Beba closed his eyes and "enjoyed".
"Hey, look, that little mouse guy is dying! He's dying!" Wang Xiaodong looked at Lennon, whose lips were purple, and laughed loudly.
"I... blah blah blah blah..." Lennon didn't even have the strength to fight back.
"Hahaha, he's just a softie, like alpaca hair!" Bell also realized self-hypnosis at this moment and immediately echoed.
"Hey, Silver Horn, take it out quickly." Wang Xiaodong stared at Modric, who was frowning in front of him, and said provocatively, "If this continues, your baby arm might freeze to death!"
"Uh-huh!!!"
As soon as Wang Xiaodong finished speaking, Lennon's whole body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, and his arms were pulled out of the ice bucket. He was the first to give up the challenge.
"Oh hey! The first one appears!" Wang Xiaodong shouted happily.
"Haha, look, Allen, let me tell you, you are a softie!" Bell was also very proud.
"Allen, to be honest, I didn't expect you to persist for so long." Robbie Keane curled his lips and looked at the clock on the wall, "The guy who didn't even last a quarter of an hour! The doctor gave you this last year. Did you cut too much?"
"F-Fake!" Lennon on the ground gasped and yelled back, unable to get up from the ground after holding on twice in a row.
The arm he had immersed in the ice bucket was already frozen to the ground and had no feeling at all.
After finally crawling to the table like a giant insect, Lennon took out five hundred dollars and threw it on the table: "Farke, I want to see how long you guys can last!"
