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Cristiano was very angry.

If the time went back to the second when Cyril stretched out his hand to pull him, he might viciously knock off the opponent's hand and stand up by himself.However, the fact is that after laughing at Cristiano and pulling him up from the ground, Cyril let go of his hands, supported the railing behind him with both hands, and sat lazily on it.

Then he said, "Do you know what is important in fighting?"

The topic is strange, both in its occasion and timing.But to a certain extent, it attracted Cristiano's attention strangely. Cristiano forgot to be angry for a while, and he couldn't help asking: "What?"

"One is tolerance, and the other is ruthlessness." When he said this, a pair of blue and deep eyes looked at Cristiano seriously: "As long as you do these two things, no matter who the opponent is, you will be invincible." place."

Cristiano didn't quite understand how these two words became the key to the outcome of a fight. He asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Cyril thought for a while, and then said: "To put it simply, when you feel pain, be patient, stay rational, and give the other party more vengeance." As if worried that Cristiano would not understand, he He added: "When someone punches you, what you have to do is not to hesitate because of the pain, but to hold back the pain and make the other party feel more painful."

It was a strange feeling, Cristiano thought.

Obviously the other party seems to be looking at him very seriously, but Cristiano has a feeling that the other party is not in himself, but through himself, recalling some past feelings.

This recognition made Cristiano a little uncomfortable.

"Anyway, thank you." Cyril didn't dwell on that strange topic anymore, he jumped off the railing, stood firmly on the ground, and winked at Cristiano with a smile: "Although it didn't help much."

Thank you though.However, not happy at all how to break.

Cristiano stared angrily at the smiling young man in front of him, and couldn't say anything to refute him for a while, so he said sullenly, "Can you stop laughing?"

Cyril was slightly taken aback: "Huh?"

When he stood in front of Cristiano at this moment, he was already gentle and polite as usual.The brawl just now didn't leave any conspicuous wounds on the surface of his body, and the clothes quickly returned to their normal appearance after a simple arrangement. Cyril Slade, who was a model student, came back again.

But Cristiano didn't like it.

Although he himself didn't have a good impression of this guy - but if he looked like this, he would hate it.

"If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh." Cristiano curled his lips, very disgusted: "It looks disgusting like this."

"..." The invincible smile policy in the past suddenly failed. Cyril was taken aback again. He frowned and thought about it seriously. Then he asked: "If I don't want to laugh? What do you mean? "

Cristiano refused to answer the stupid question, and he turned his head without thinking: "I'm leaving."

"...you wait." Perhaps because he couldn't bear to help his teammate and left with a wound, Cyril looked at the background of Cristiano's departure, hesitated for a while, and blurted out: "My home happens to be nearby, Why don't you come over and treat the wound before you leave?"

Cristiano actually didn't intend to agree, after all, he didn't know the guy in front of him very well.

But the moment he turned his head when he heard the sound, he clearly saw some hesitation and a little regret on Cyril's face.Out of some kind of rebellious psychology, he subconsciously said: "Okay."

As soon as the words came out, both of them were stunned.

Cyril did not expect that Cristiano would really agree. In his opinion, the Lisbon winger seemed to have been quite disliked by him.Cristiano was stunned by his own impulse. He regretted it when he said it, but now seeing Cyril's equally unexpected expression, Cristiano suddenly didn't want to regret it.

Since you are so reluctant, then I will reluctantly agree (￣▽￣")

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, as if they were waiting for someone to repent, but at this moment, Cristiano had already made up his mind to make this person who had always made him unhappy, because he was staring at Cyril said nothing.

The enigmatic silence between the two lasted for nearly a minute, and finally Cyril coughed dryly, breaking the somewhat awkward calm: "Then, is that the decision?"

Cristiano hummed vaguely.

No one spoke along the way. Cristiano has never been a talkative person. At this time, he was thinking about whether he was a little too impulsive to do things that made him unhappy just to make Cyril unhappy. It took 2 minutes to think about this problem, and finally the problem came to fruition when he turned his head and Cyril habitually smiled at him.

╮（╯＿╰）╭ Anyway, I just don’t like it.

Compared with Cristiano's problem, Cyril is actually more entangled.

He was thinking about what went wrong in his relationship with Cristiano.

There are tens of thousands of children born in the slums, some of them are lucky enough to keep their inner purity and innocence, and some of them fall into hell and join forces with the devil.The childhood environment gave Cyril a maturity and smoothness that his peers did not have, and it also made him lose a heart that treats everything with a normal heart like his peers.

As Costa once said jokingly - as long as Cyril wants to, he can succeed in almost anyone's favor.Whether it is the neighbors around him, the teammates on the training ground, or the elders and coaches above, it seems that no one will not be satisfied with Cyril.

After all, he has done everything he can, the best.

No one can dislike this kind of person: gentle and polite, personable and understanding.Enthusiastic enough as a neighbor, friendly and selfless enough as a teammate, well-behaved and sensible enough as a junior.

But Cristiano doesn't seem to like it at all.

This troubles Cyril, who has always been invincible in interpersonal communication. After all, in terms of Cristiano's talent, the two of them can be teammates of the national team for at least ten years. , Cyril is too lazy to spend time, but if it is Cristiano, he hopes that at least the two can maintain a good teammate relationship instead of being conflicted.

"If I laugh, will it annoy you?" Cyril couldn't help asking.

Cristiano knew that Cyril was continuing the interrupted topic before, but for some reason, when Cyril said that, the first thing he thought of was not Cyril who had appeared in front of people with a smile countless times, but It was the smile when the boy pulled him up after a brawl.

Therefore, Cristiano pursed his lips and replied almost subconsciously: "I don't hate it."

"Ah?" Cyril blinked blankly, feeling as if he couldn't understand the person in front of him even more: "Then what did you mean when you said disgusting?"

But at this moment, Cristiano didn't want to talk to him anymore, and the Latino boy changed the subject very rudely: "Isn't your home here yet? I want to go back to the hotel as soon as possible after treating the wound." For Porto's u21 players, the national team naturally arranged to live in another hotel.

Failure to solve this problem made Cyril OCD Slade a little regretful, but he also knew that Cristiano was the kind of person who could not be persecuted, so he could only comfort himself silently in his heart. There is an old saying in China, the so-called As for the brothers, they went to the countryside together with Guo Chuang, carried the wooden barn together, and what, the two of them fought together today, so it shouldn't be...not annoying, right?

"Okay, it's just ahead."

Cristiano's attention was quickly taken away by a large group of buildings in front of him. The houses in the slums generally look like they are crowded together, and they also look like they have been through the years.But Cristiano, who is also from a bad background, only feels kind, and this place is very similar to his hometown.

The two walked around for a while, and Cyril stopped in front of a house in the corner.

He didn't knock on the door, Shen Wei is usually at work at this time, so he is definitely not at home.So he took out the key familiarly and opened the door: "Come in."

The space inside the house is the same as the outside of the house, which also looks extremely small.But unlike the unsightly exterior of the house, the interior of the house is decorated simply and warmly. The floor is made of faded wood, and the lights are not turned on. When it shines on people, they will feel a little warmth.Cristiano looked at the crude decoration in front of him, and his heart suddenly felt a little sour.

He suddenly missed his home in Funchal.

"Your home is fine." Cristiano said, and then he saw Cyril raised his eyebrows, looking undeniable.Only then did he realize that saying such things under such circumstances would only be interpreted as irony or contempt?He froze for a moment, then hurriedly added: "No...I mean I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I really feel pretty good."

"I know what you mean." Cyril couldn't help laughing: "I'm just a little surprised, you are the first to comment on my family." He paused, and then said: "Actually, I also think this is quite Well—as long as the family is together, nothing else matters."

Cristiano's heart moved, and he looked up at Cyril.

In the pair of eyes that were once alienated and cold, now in the eyes looking around, there is a peaceful tenderness.