[Football] Light and stars

If Lucien hadn't gone to London and met Stella on Christmas Eve that year, what would his life be like now?

Sometimes Lucien really can't help thinking about this question. Stella is not his first girlfriend. Leaving aside the play-house girlfriend who played with cats and dogs when he was young, Lucien's first real girlfriend is Kate was at the same school when he was 13 years old. Kate was the cheerleader in the middle school. Lucien was the main force of the school football team at that time. Coupled with the very desirable identity of the Manchester United youth training youth, he was very easy to let in the school. Kate, who has many suitors here, took the initiative to show his favor to him.

Perhaps because of vanity, Lucien agreed to Kate's pursuit. The two became a beautiful couple that everyone envied in the school. Once the novelty is over, Lucien only feels that being in love is not as exciting as winning a ball game.

In this way, after dating for three months, Lucien proposed to Kate to break up at the end of the semester. Even Kate's tears could not shake Lucien's determination to break up.

In this love, he didn't experience the so-called feeling of rapid heartbeat and rising hormone secretion, nor did he have a boiling heartbeat.

Until I met Stella.

For the first time, Lucien understood what it was like not to control his heartbeat and eyes. He no longer saw the bustling crowds in London, only the girl in a white coat not far from him, looking at the street lights under the mistletoe.

So, for the first time, he mustered up the courage to try to strike up a conversation with a girl.

"Hey, do you know where you're standing? This is mistletoe." Lucien regretted it as soon as he spoke. Could she have misunderstood him as a gangster with malicious intentions? The voice of adolescent boys is far from being able to tell because of the voice change period. Nice to hear.

"So?" The girl seemed in a bad mood, she raised her head and cast a cold glance at the uninvited guest in front of her, with disdain written all over her eyes and eyebrows.

Not British, the girl had a strong accent, it sounded like Spanish Italian or something.

"I mean, maybe, your standing here means you won't say no to a kiss." That's what Lucien said, completely out of his control, wearing a heavy cotton coat and looking as bewildered as a bulky bear.

However, this bear is exceptionally good-looking.

The black-haired girl in front of him stared at him with interest for a minute, maybe less than a minute, but Lucien felt that this time was extremely long, and his palms were sweating because of being too nervous.

God, what did I say, will she be mad?Damn it, I should have learned a few more tricks from Derek if I knew it earlier, Lucien's empty mind suddenly thought of his friend, Derek Larimer, who was famous in the entire school district as a playboy.

However, just when Lucien was about to apologize and re-introduce himself, the girl in front of her finally stopped looking at herself. She stood on tiptoe and pulled his plaid scarf, and put the tall boy in front of her lips Pull towards yourself.

She kissed him gently.

It was a kiss full of rose fragrance, and later Lucien would use one word "unbelievable" when he recalled the scene countless times.

"Happy Christmas Eve." The instant kiss didn't last long, and the girl whispered in his ear when he left.

She tiptoed back to the ground.

But Lucien still stood there stupidly, he wasn't petrified, but he didn't know what to do next, only girls came to strike up a conversation with him, this was the first time he really took the initiative.

The girl who realized the danger of mistletoe was ready to leave after a polite kiss.

"My God." Lucien, who had returned to his mind, realized that the girl had already walked seven or eight steps away from him. Before he could think about it, Lucien quickly chased after him.

"I'm Lucien Louis, from Manchester. I'm 15 years old. I play as a striker in Manchester United's youth training." Lucien incoherently searched for a topic, "No, I mean, do you like football? Or fishing?"

"Listen, Mr. Louis, I'm not standing under the mistletoe anymore, maybe you should let me walk alone." The girl stopped, and politely ordered Lucien who had been following her to leave.

"But my feet don't listen to me." Lucien looked at the girl who was a head shorter than him with clear eyes. He used to think that girls who were tall and slender were the most beautiful, but now he felt that she was a head shorter than him Her height is perfect, and he can hold her so perfectly.

"From the first moment I saw you, I just wanted to follow you for no reason." Lucien looked at the impatient brunette girl sincerely, and the love words he had seen in novels and movies before could not even think about it. Popped out, "I'm not a bad person, but I really want to meet you."

With a puff, the girl's serious face broke the ice, and she showed the first smile Lucien saw, showing eight teeth cutely: "Well, Mr. Louis, your strike up just now is much better than the first."

"Call me Lucien." Seeing the girl being amused by him, Lucien felt a lot more relaxed. "I swear to God, this is the first time I've approached a girl, and maybe the last."

"I'm Stella, Stella·fiskan·Garcia." The girl finally told Lucien her name, "I'm from Madrid, Spain."

It was a Spanish girl, "I know, your Real Madrid is a really great club." Lucien tried to cater to Stella, but forgive him, Madrid he really only knows is where Real Madrid is.

"What if I want to say that I'm an Atletico Madrid fan?" Stella looked at the beautiful boy in front of her and wanted to tease him.

So unlucky? Lucien wailed in his heart, and could only respond dryly: "I think, well, Atlético Madrid is also an equally good club."

"I'm lying to you, I've registered as a Real Madrid fan on the official website." Stella was amused again by Lucien's poor acting skills, perhaps this was the shortest time between her laughs in London.

They didn't know when they started walking side by side, occasionally Stella would laugh cheerfully, and Lucien's eyes became more and more fiery.

Also hot is the cell phone that Lucien put in his pocket. Alfred’s calls kept coming. He didn’t know why he went to buy a coffee by himself, but Lucien disappeared. He still doesn’t answer the phone. Al, who later learned the truth of the matter, just wanted to hehe.

"I'm here." Unknowingly, Stella stopped, and they had already walked to a house, and the name written on the front of the house was not "fiskan".Yes, Lucien already knew that "Garcia" was Stella's mother's surname, and the last Spanish surnames are all maternal surnames.

"This is my host family. I'm studying in London." Seeing Lucien's confusion, Stella explained to him lightly.

"So you will miss your parents?" Lucien thought that Stella, who was the same age as himself, left home and left Spain to come to the cold London. He must miss his family very much.

"Of course I will, but I have to learn to grow up, don't I?" Stella sniffed her nose pretending to be strong. This was also the first time she was away from her family on Christmas Eve. Looking at the happy family in the host family, She couldn't control her emotions, so she bought something and ran out with an excuse.

"Then, I think, maybe you need a boyfriend." Lucien tried his best to make his tone convincing, "I can protect you, tolerate you, maybe not so good at taking care of you, but I promise to learn as soon as possible, I will be there for you when you need company, will you, Stella?"

He looked expectantly at the girl in front of him.

"Lucien, do you need me to remind you the distance from Manchester to London?" Stella sneered. "Call you ahead of time when I need company so you can come over in time?"

A basin of cold water poured Lucien a chill.

Damn, he forgot the distance from London to Manchester, not far but real.

"What if I can come to London? Would you like to be with me?" After thinking for half a minute, Lucien no longer hesitated to ask Stella who was about to open the courtyard door.

"Who knows?" Stella obviously knew the status of Manchester United in the British football world, she took Lucien's question as a joke for granted, and she ignored the problem with all her efforts.

"Good night, Stella, you'll know my answer tomorrow." Lucien shouted to Stella as she walked into the yard.

The next day, Manchester United's youth training coach Bastrom, who was in the Christmas holidays, received a not-so-wonderful Christmas gift. Although not as dazzling as the talented Remus in the echelon, the teenager forward Louis, who performed really well, was very determined. He made a request to withdraw from the team, and the firmness of his attitude made people speechless. Originally, Manchester United was planning to officially sign contracts with this group of echelon players who performed well after Christmas.

Bastrom called Louis' father, who knew that William didn't know that his son would do such a thing, and when he rushed home angrily, he found that his eldest son had stolen it at some point. The luggage ran away.

Later, Lucien only sent a text message to his furious father: "William, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I met a girl who is like Vanessa to me back then, I hope you can understand being loved God bless your son, I will continue to play football, believe me, sooner or later I will return to Manchester United."

William Louis, who was finally informed of the truth, smashed his mobile phone angrily, and then sent a text message on Susan's mobile phone: "I don't have a son like you, you will regret it sooner or later."

Of course, with such words on his lips, William still called his good friend, Lucien's godfather, and asked him to help him take care of that worried boy.

Even Lucien, Tottenham's youth training camp, entered through William Dalton's relationship. Although Lucien's ability is enough to help him enter any team in London, for Tottenham, which Dalton's family owns some shares, , it will undoubtedly be more convenient to operate.

So, on Christmas night, Lucien came to the door of Stella's host family.

He called Stella out through the doorbell, and handed the application for resignation to the bewildered girl in front of him. The girl's expression gradually changed from calm to unbelievable.

"You're crazy." Stella calmly defined the whole thing.

"Crazy for you." Lucien's eyes were focused and passionate, but his tone was unbelievably gentle, "Now we have no damn distance anymore, I'll ask you again, Stella, will you be my girlfriend?"

Stella sighed softly, and Lucien's heart was entangled, afraid that what she said would still be rejected.

However, Stella didn't speak, she just stood on tiptoe again, and pressed her answer on Lucien's parched lips.

The 'merrychristmas' girl gave her boyfriend his first Christmas present.

This is also the best Christmas gift Lucien Louis has received in 15 years.

The author has something to say: I love this old meme of love at first sight too much, anyway, it’s Yangou’s self-cultivation~