football king

Mordred, who has been emotionally involved all the time, really can't stand it anymore. Maybe he is very talented in acting just like his mother said. I don't know if it is the skills he has cultivated in his previous life or the inheritance given by his cheap father in this life. .

In any case, this is one of his advantages. Just by looking at the performance of these people around him, he knew that the performance he just made was perfect. Then Mordred saw the director walking in front of him with a smile on his face. When I thought he was here to praise me, I heard it.

"Let's take another shot, the light is not right."

Mordred was a little dazed, but he repositioned himself respectfully, took off the crown on his head and put it back on the tray.

Standing solemnly in front of the throne again, he regarded himself as a real king, looking down on everyone.

"No."

"No."

"Or not."

The successive denials made Mordred a little tired. During this period, he kept changing lighting and standing positions. Even if Mordred was dedicated to his work, he would be tired.

"Let's rest for a while." The director could also tell that everyone was a little tired, and the filming would only make things worse.

For the first time, Mordred felt that money for luxury goods was so difficult to earn. Perhaps it was this attitude of excellence that could create such luxury goods.

Mordred, who appears to be a big man on the surface, is actually a child in the orphanage at his root. After becoming famous, he also likes fine wine and famous cars. He has never understood the inner meaning of these luxuries.

Even if Lin Yue wants to teach him, it depends on whether he puts his mind on it. Every day, he will either go home like a mud ball, or make himself bruised, but in the end he still can't screw Modley Germany can only follow him.

If Mordred knew what Lin Yue was thinking, he would definitely feel helpless. The scars in his mother's eyes were actually just some scratches.

Sitting on the throne like this, Mordred began to think about his childhood and his previous life.

According to the psychiatrist, he frequently recalled the events of his previous life. This is because the human brain began to repair, and it became like this because he wanted to recover. If he was still the same as before, the subconscious would not restore this kind of thing at all.

Maybe it's time to see Mr. Anthony. To be honest, he didn't want to meet Mr. Anthony at all out of evasion at first, because seeing him would remind him of everything he had been miserable. Now he finds that he has gone too far.

What was going through your mind when your husband came looking for you?happy, sad or...

Mordred didn't dare to continue thinking about it, because he had done too many wrong things, and his heart was heavy.

At this time, the director decided to shoot again, and if it still didn't feel right, he would use the first version.

Mordred had no choice but to pack up his mood and stand up, reintroducing himself into the identity of the king, but after all, he was not a professional actor, so he couldn't adjust his mood in a short time.

The heavy guilt made him continue to shoot with this feeling.

The director in front of the camera watched Mordred's performance, his eyes lit up and he finally realized what was missing!Heaviness!

It cannot be said that Mordred's acting skills were not good at the beginning, but he failed to act out the image of the king in his mind. At first, he acted like a young king, full of vigor, looking at everything with arrogance but not restraining everything itself.

And the current king is more like a king who has experienced all kinds of things and finally puts everything in his heart. The artistic conception of the two is obviously that the latter is more attractive.

Just when Mordred was ready to take another shot, the director gestured to him with a smile on his face, and the shooting was over.

This made Mordred scratch his head a little. He never thought that he could pass it like this, but it's fine.

"You are very good, but I'm not like those guys. I think you are more of a green field than this impetuous circle." The director patted Mordred on the shoulder as encouragement, and Mordred's eyes lit up.

For so long, everyone has been persuading him to change his path, and now there is finally someone who supports him!

"My son is your fan, can you sign it for me?" The Italian director took out a small book from his coat pocket, which contained all kinds of messy technical terms, which Mordred couldn't understand at all.

I still have a good impression of the director, Mordred, and found a blank piece of paper to write his name on.

"Although you are very strong, I will still support Milan." The director said this after he put away his signature, as if he was afraid that Mordred would take it back.

Mordred never thought that this was actually a Milan fan, and he looked at him dumbfounded.

I really don't know how his son, a Milan fan, fell in love with him. The director seemed to guess what Mordred was thinking: "I like Milan without delaying my son's liking for you. What team he likes is his freedom."

Mordred didn’t even know whether to laugh or not. This director is really enlightened. Many parents ask their children to like that team if they like a team. There is mutiny.

In cities with a strong football culture, families and children watch football together and support a team for even a hundred years. With such persistence, I can understand why those people would oppose their children supporting other teams.

"Thanks for his support, I believe my performance will be better."

"Ha, whatever, as long as you don't play Milan, I will still support you."

Mordred was very happy to meet a fan under such circumstances.

After returning to the hotel, Mordred was very excited to tell Chris about these things, and shared the whole day.

"Don't just listen to me, how are you today? Is the weather in Madrid still the same?"

"What can I say about my life, we live like this every day, training and then going home." Chris paused when he said this, laughed and said to Mordred: "If there is a game, I can still play the role. An explanation."

Mordred also laughed, this kind of warmth is what he desires most, isn't it?Every time I finish talking with Chris, I feel that there is something inexplicable in my heart, which will not make him think about it, and Chris' sometimes child-like temperament also makes him feel at ease.

After hanging up the phone, Mordred got into the quilt with no smell at all, with warmth in his breath.

Can't help expressing emotion: "This kind of life is really happy."

I didn't dream all night, and when I woke up, the warm sunlight shone on the quilt, making Mordred poke his head out from under the quilt.

Mordred likes the sleeping method of covering his whole body with a quilt very much, which is not a bad thing, and Mordred is not going to change it.

Today is the time for the return trip. Looking at this strange city, I suddenly feel that it is not bad to go out for a stroll sometimes. Relax, maybe it will get better faster.

It takes only two or three hours to fly from Italy to Spain, and I am very lucky that there is no delay.

The first thing I did when I returned to Mordred, Italy was to find Mr. Anthony, and I wanted to chat with him and express my heart.

But when he took out his mobile phone, he realized that he didn't have a mobile phone number, and he didn't know where Mr. Anthony's address was, but he couldn't go to Atletico Madrid to find Anthony.

I'm afraid that if he stands at the gate of Atletico Madrid, the tabloid media will spread fake news about his transfer all over the sky.

In the end, it came from my good friend Lucien. This media person is now well-connected, so looking for someone is simply not suitable for him.

Soon Mordred got Anthony's mobile phone number, "Thank you brother, I'll treat you to dinner later."

"The promise you made to me can be scheduled until next year. Even if you have dinner together, you can only eat those things, so let's forget it."

Now Lucien is not as humble as before. The original tabloid reporter has changed a lot. Mordred is still very happy with this change.

The two of them didn't have so many scruples, and it was much easier to talk.

Mordred looked at the number on the phone, and put his hand on the connect button for a long time, but couldn't press it no matter what.

In the end, with the mood to die, Mordred put the mobile phone to his ear, listening to the beeping sound from the phone, he always felt that this was the sword of Damocles on his head, and it would fall down at any time and kill him .

"Hello? Who?" Unlike the old voice in memory, this voice was younger. The short question made Mordred absolutely sure that this was his husband.

"It's me, Melis."

Then both of them fell into silence, rather than having nothing to say, it was better to say that they didn't know how to speak.

Both of them are very proud, and neither of them wants to bow their heads first.

But in the end, there must be someone who starts. Mordred took a deep breath and said, "Sir, do we have time to meet?"

I only heard a sneer from the other side and said: "I don't want to talk to you about anything other than your transfer to my subordinate."

Anyone else might be dismissed, but who is Mordred.

The master who has always come back after masturbation, he doesn't care about these two sarcastic remarks, he has already started and the next words are not difficult to say.

"Sir, I know you care about me, but let's do it all over again. You already have a lot of good players under your command. In fact, I'm also dispensable to you."

Anthony is cold on the surface, but actually the hand holding the phone is shaking. He can't wait to appear in front of Mordred immediately and do an ideological education job for him. I really don't know if he wants to see him, or wants to piss him off. .

Anthony doesn't believe that Mordred really doesn't know how important he is in his heart? "You tell me a long story short, I still have more."

"Sir, I miss you." Mordred finally took off all his disguise and said tiredly while sitting on the sofa.