The years I played football at Real Madrid

j.m diary:

"October 2016, 10. I kindly took in Cyril for a whole night last night, but the next day, he looked at me with the eyes of a reckless man. I was so angry that I beat him up, md , Little White-eyed Wolf."

Allen felt that he slept very soundly, very comfortable and warm.

When he was a little dazed and about to wake up, he felt someone touch him, his waist.He was sleeping on his side, and his hand went all the way down from his outer waist, and when he touched near his navel, he stopped moving.

Allen was taken aback, sweating all over his body.

He rolled over and sat up.

The person who touched him was even more frightened, and almost subconsciously knelt on the bed and hugged his head and stomach to prevent being hit violently.

However, after waiting for a while and finding that he was just hiding in the corner in fear, the person who touched him slowly said: "What's wrong, I was scared. I was sleeping just now, what's wrong with you... Did I turn over and make a noise?" Wake you up, I don't sleep very honestly at night."

Allen hid his right hand under the quilt and quietly placed it on the alarm on the bedside table.

But... this is a hotel.

Not his home.

And from the tone of that person's speech, it seemed that he was still a familiar person.Ellen had never seen him, no, he had, and the lights in the hotel were dim and not very clear.Allen still remembered that this person was Real Madrid No. 7 in the dream that day.

The name written on the back is "Cyril".

Allen said, "It's nothing, just pour me a glass of water."

The man seemed relieved and got out of bed to pour him water.

Allen heard that his own voice was different, and looking at his hands and feet, he probably passed through someone else's body like James did. The question is, is the person he passed through James?If not James, who would it be?Is that original soul also in the body?

Allen was a little frightened, and was in a daze.

The man brought the water glass in front of him and asked him carefully, "James What's wrong with you? You don't feel well, are you sick?"

Allen confirmed that he had become James, and relaxed a little. James' character is still believable, and he is still the king of Real Madrid here.

Allen blinked, imitating James' habit, touched his nose with his hand, and asked him, "Why did you come to my bed?"

A Real Madrid king, a Real Madrid number 7.

One hotel, one bed.

"You forgot that the automatic sprinkler system in my room was broken at night, and the bed was sprayed with water. I came to look for you, and you agreed that I would sleep with you. We used to sleep together often."

Allen looked at him scrutinizingly. "No. We haven't slept together very often, Cyril."

James is very defensive, and he doesn't seem to be very interested in feelings. Alan has never heard him mention any lovers, especially gays.

Cyril smiled, "Oh, I remember wrong."

"You were touching me just now." Allen said firmly, "Why?"

"No, no, I fell asleep just now." His voice trembled a little.

The feeling just now did not seem to be accidentally encountered by someone who was asleep.Allen looked down and saw a small belly.

... No, it's not true, how can the king of Real Madrid have a small belly?

But Cyril asked him, "Hungry? Wait, I'll get you some bread. You cover me, don't be discovered by David."

Allen stopped him. "Don't change the subject, and don't bring me any bread. I'm sure you touched me just now."

Cyril's lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't speak, just looking at him fiercely.

Allen probably guessed it himself.

He sighed, he didn't know how long he would be in this body, so he didn't dare to do too many things. "You go out and find another place to sleep. I'll act like nothing happened tonight."

Cyril didn't move.

Allen looked at him, "What do you want?"

Cyril asked him: "What will happen to me? Will you sell me to Australia to play with the kangaroos? Inadvertently kick and break my leg during the game? Or hide me completely and re-establish an heir. I I know you're already looking for it, who is it? Have you found it yet?"

Allen said: "I'm not going to do anything, let's just pretend that what happened tonight never happened."

"Nothing happened?" Cyril sneered, "Is this the kindness you gave me?"

Allen felt that he could no longer control the situation.

He looked at Cyril, trying to pretend to be tough. "Get out. Do you want to be beaten?"

Cyril really backed away.

Cyril sighed, covered his eyes with some annoyance, and complained: "The last time I kissed you, I was already punched. I couldn't see anyone the next day because of the beating. It was finally healed, but You still want to hit me now. It was so hard last time, so you should let me pay back a little bit."

Is this a business deal?

Allen wanted to laugh a little, but he endured it.

Cyril paid attention to his expression, and seeing that he let go, he pushed even further. "I'm not boring, nor joking, I really like you, you should be aware of it, right?"

Allen nodded and quickly added, "I'm not gay."

"I know," Cyril said, "you're not straight either, you don't like anything but yourself, so you're gay."

There is such a saying?Allen was skeptical. "You can't get anything from me, and I won't like you."

"Why don't you like me?" Cyril actually climbed onto the bed again, lay down on the other side of the corner, without covering the quilt, and said, "Don't like me, and still choose me as the heir? And persuade me to return to Real Madrid?"

Yo.

The heir to the king of Real Madrid?

Coincidentally, so am I.

Allen looked at Cyril with a little thoughtful and probing eyes, to see what is good about Cyril.There is really no way for James to choose himself. Fate has come, but the heir James has chosen in every possible way is Cyril, so Cyril must have something special.

Allen looked at his feet, the toes were not very good-looking, and the nails were blue. This is normal. The toes of people who have played football for many years are not good-looking, and some are even distorted. He is not bad; Above the toes, the calf muscle line is very good, it looks like a speed type, and the legs are cleanly shaved, which is a bit like a shaving madman C Luo; further up, the proportion of the thigh and calf is well-proportioned, too. Very muscular, there is basically no difference between the left and right feet, and he should be a player who can shoot with both feet.James' free kicks are very good, and the range of his choice of heirs must also be the type of free kicks that are very good.

As such...

Allen asked him again: "How many goals have you scored this season? How many assists have you had?"

Cyril was a little confused, and said, "I don't remember much, probably more than ten."

Allen's eyes still fell on his legs, slowly went up, and stopped between his legs.

Cyril grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said generously: "Want to see? I'll take it off for you to see."

"No."

"Then give me some quilt, the air conditioner is a little low, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold tomorrow." Cyril also turned on the electricity with a smile.

Allen spread a bit of the quilt over so that he could cover his legs.

what to do?Cyril felt so powerful, he couldn't compare to it at all.

He is tall, good at playing football, free kick is also great, and his facial features are also very handsome. He is the type that is very popular with girls. He has a sweet mouth and can talk.

What's more, he is still a black curly hair!

How can he be a black curly hair?Also wearing the No. 7 jersey of Real Madrid!

Allen felt that he was about to explode with jealousy.

Allen stretched out his hand and pulled his hair, and said expressionlessly: "Go dye it another color, straighten your hair, or go bald."

"Damn, there's something wrong." Cyril said, "I just dyed my hair back from blond, and I want to dye it again?"

"You used to be blonde?" Allen's eyes lit up. "Blonde looks good."

Cyril wondered if he was right, "Are you thinking about the blonde, blue-eyed, cute Alan with a little flesh on his face when he smiles?"

Allen looked at him blankly.

Cyril was so angry that he didn't dare to come over, fearing that Alan would catch him and beat him violently, so he beat the bed angrily with a long distance between them. "I knew you'd never forget him. How good is that? He's handsome?"

Allen nodded, "It looks pretty good, but..."

"In good shape?"

"It's pretty good, but..."

"Shallowness! Hmph!"

Cyril turned his face away and refused to talk to him again.

Allen had no choice but to nod, and asked him obliquely, "Do you still remember? I thought you forgot."

"Your ideal type." Cyril breathed out through his nostrils, "Isn't that the Lambert I'm looking for later? I said, you really fell in love with him when you dreamed of someone else?"

Allen couldn't answer that. "Should, probably not."

Cyril's face softened a lot, moved a little towards him, and his voice was much lower. "Why don't you look at me more? I'm pretty good too."

Allen looked at him, a little embarrassed, and smiled.

Cyril also smiled at him, "Isn't it? It's pretty good looking. You were blinded by the momentary blond hair and blue eyes. In fact, you still like black hair in your heart. Otherwise, there were so many choices back then. , why did you choose me? You like me."

"Maybe."

Alan was a little sleepy, he yawned, and got under the covers.

Cyril moved over again, getting closer to him, almost close to each other.

When two people are together, the body temperature is pressed against each other, which feels more different than when sleeping alone.Allen could smell the faint scent of lavender on his body, which was very comfortable and warm.Allen closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

Cyril hugged him lightly, and he only hugged him in a weak way, but he didn't dare to make any other movements.

"Good night."