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"What happened to him?" Asensio asked worriedly.

"I don't know!" Morata frowned. He also realized something was wrong just now. No matter what the brown-haired young man said, he would only answer "um", "Captain, come here!"

The shirtless Ramos walked over with a smile, "Alvaro, you... What's wrong with Antonio? Antonio? Antonio Rodrigue?"

Ramos poked Antonio's forehead, but found that the brown-haired youth didn't respond at all. He had to admit that he was indeed frightened.

"Antonio Rodrigue!" Ramos grabbed Antonio's shoulder and shook, "Damn it! What's wrong? Did you pass out?"

"Damn with your eyes open? This skill is pretty awesome!" Marcelo was still laughing at first, but when he saw the expressions of the people around him, he immediately realized that his joke was probably inappropriate.

"Antonio! Can you squeak?" Ramos pinched the brown-haired youth's nose.

"It's so noisy! You interrupted my thinking!" Antonio frowned slightly, his voice so cold that it almost fogged up.

Everyone knows that Antonio likes to be in a daze. The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, teased a few words and then dispersed without paying much attention.

Morata and Ramos looked at each other, knowing that the other party also realized something was wrong.

"Antonio, did something happen before?" Ramos squeezed away Morata and sat on the tall black-haired seat, saying this in an unprecedented gentle tone.

"Please don't disturb me, thank you!" Antonio lowered his head and stared at his fingers, his expression extremely cold.

Ramos was almost pissed off, but he didn't dare to get angry with Antonio, who was clearly out of order.These days, he managed to let the little snail protrude its tentacles from the shell, but in the end, it retracted all the softness back into the shell in 10 minutes.Someone on the bench must have done something, if he knew who did it, that bastard would definitely be cut to death!

Ramos left angrily, ready to ask the players who had just been out of the game what must have happened where he hadn't noticed.

However, Morata thought of something. He struggled for a while, not caring whether his actions would be annoying, so he opened Antonio's closet and took out his mobile phone.

Antonio, who usually pays great attention to privacy, turned a blind eye to this, and Morata, who got the mobile phone, was determined to continue doing it.

Morata opened the phone screen and found Chris's name in the address book. He knew that this was the man who Antonio called every day and was suspected by other teammates to be his girlfriend.After dialing the phone, Morata handed the phone to Antonio's ear, "Antonio, your phone!"

"Doo-doo-ha~ Annie?"

The sleepy voice on the other end of the phone made Antonio's eyes roll, and he quickly understood what happened, and took the phone and glared at Morata.It’s past four o’clock in China at this time. He managed to get Chris to promise not to stay up late to watch his game this afternoon, but Morata ruined all his thoughtfulness.

"Hello? Talk to Annie! What's wrong with you? Is something wrong?" Chris's voice was still nasal, but he shouted hastily.

Antonio was hurt by the loud voice over there, but he did not move away from the phone but chuckled and said: "It's okay, it's just that I just scored a goal, I was so happy that I couldn't help but want to call you .Sorry for waking you up."

"Really? First goal in Real Madrid? Haha! Do you have that football in your collection?" Chris quickly laughed happily, "You are so good!"

Listening to the cheerful voice on the phone, Antonio, who was praised, laughed out the dimples under his eyes. This is his expression when he is very happy.

"I want to watch the replay! Sigh! It's probably easier to find the highlights now. It seems that only PPTV can find the full-time La Liga game video in China, but their commentary is too unprofessional. Every time I will be taken out of rhythm." One Chris, who was still a little sleepy at the beginning, slowly woke up. He turned on the computer and searched for a long time but couldn't find the whole scene video, so he had to open the highlights to see it first.

Antonio, who realized that Chris got up from the bed, was very guilty. His bamboo horse is obviously a person who cares about his appearance, but he will stay up all night with acne because of him. "Chris, can you go to bed first? During the day Let’s watch again! Anyway, I won the game and I scored a goal. Don’t you still want to make a TV show? If you have acne, you will be disgusted by the fans!”

Knowing that Antonio was concerned about him, Chris was in a great mood, and he couldn't help whistling, "Okay, go to sleep right away. You also have to take a shower, be careful not to catch a cold, and we'll talk tomorrow!"

"Okay! Good night!" The expression on Antonio's face was very gentle. It's no wonder that other people mistakenly think that there is a girlfriend in love.

Hanging up the phone, Chris didn't go to sleep as he said. He first watched the highlights and then searched all the news about the game. By the way, he crazily praised Antonio's performance in the comment area below.

Although he knew that Morata was kind, Antonio, who had his things moved without authorization, was still very upset. He ignored the other party, took the towel and walked towards the bathroom.

Morata smiled wryly. In the next few days, he probably needs to be more coquettish and cute to beg forgiveness.

Standing under the shower head, Antonio lathered his hair with his eyes closed, deaf to the noise of the other people in the bathroom.

He knew that just now, he was on the edge of a corner again, probably because of the sequelae of Chris leaving, and he became more likely to fall into his own thoughts and couldn't extricate himself.Usually at this time, he can't control himself to keep thinking and then feel sad for a few days. After he realizes that his emotions are not right, he will deliberately find some other things to divert his attention. Things will have new feelings.

Antonio did not expect that today he relied on external force to solve these problems.Is Chris really different to me?Head down to wash off the foam, he thought.

After all, it was an away game, and Antonio didn't bother to stay in the shabby bathroom. He simply washed up and walked out.

Antonio deliberately ignored what he was thinking before. He didn't even bother to brush his hair. He put on headphones as soon as he came out. Music can help him clear his mind.

As if nothing had happened, Antonio got on the bus with a calm face, returned to the hotel, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Ramos looked at Morata. If the other party didn't have the same worry on his face, he almost thought that the mistakes he noticed before were all his own illusions.

Morata is worried about another thing. Does the man named Chris have too much influence on Antonio?At first, he thought that the other party was valued so much by Antonio because of his "only good friend", but now it seems that this is not the case. Who would quickly become happy just because of a word from a good friend?Morata doesn't know whether Antonio treats all good friends like this or because that Chris is special. After all, Antonio only has such a good friend and cannot be compared.

"How about I try to become his next friend? It seems too troublesome, or find a psychiatrist?" Unknowingly, Morata spoke his mind.

"What are you talking about? Why are you in a daze?" Asensio had just scavenged a lot of food from the restaurant, and came over to pinch Morata's face with oil stains on his fingers.

"Marco! Go to hell!" Feeling the greasy face on his face, Morata grimaced and suppressed Asensio for a while.

"Ahhh! Help!"

The players who were playing around in the game room were startled by the screams, but soon started playing around again.

"There must be something between Alvaro and Marco?"

"Who knows? Who cares?"

……

Everything seemed to be the same as usual. Antonio also thought that he could solve his psychological problems as quickly as before, but after thinking about it, he actually had the idea of ​​giving up football and retiring directly.

It's terrible to study philosophy!Emery, who received the call, was in a bad mood.

"...Sorry Unai, I know that my thoughts are very wrong, so I will call you for help."

From the microphone came the unprecedentedly frustrated voice of his proud disciple. Emery was amused and angry at the same time, but he did not dare to get angry, for fear of hurting Antonio's fragile heart.

After struggling for a long time, Emery organized the language: "Annie, I don't know what football means to you, but it must not be indifferent to you. Do you remember that Griezmann took the initiative to find you last season? Do you feel happy when exchanging jerseys? Do you remember your hearty laugh after the Europa League final? Maybe football has brought you too much loss, but have you really never felt happy because of it? Do you remember what you played for in the beginning?"

"At the beginning..." Antonio murmured, "When I was young, I just wanted to play football with my friends. We imitated those stars in the alley in front of our house, and felt like we became heroes."

"That's right, there are so many reasons for playing football? It's just because you like it! If you don't like it, Annie, why did you stick to it for so many years? As you once said, you can Was a good teacher, or cook or whatever, but you chose to be a professional footballer."

"No!" Antonio shook his head, "I chose to become a professional player because of my promise to my friends."

"Then why do you still call me for help? I don't understand things like reason and emotion, but I know that since your subconscious tells you that you can't give up football, it means that you must love it!" Emery said sharply explain.

These words suddenly penetrated the clouds and hit Antonio's heart heavily.

The author has something to say: The teacher suddenly announced that he will be on the stage to give homework tomorrow, so today's word count is a little less. I will finish the PPT first and try to make up the remaining word count at night.

Congratulations, little angels (^з^)