football king

In the past few days, Mordred and Chris have a very tacit understanding not to contact each other, but to calm themselves down and think carefully about whether this relationship should let it continue to grow.

This kind of hazy feeling is the most tormenting. On the football field, the separation and reunion, the transfer, the hostility, at the national level, or the enemy after the transfer, sometimes for the sake of honor, the relationship is really true. Not worth mentioning.

It happened that the game was about to start, and Mourinho gave them a break in order to rest the players who had the FIFA virus, and the two of them also took this opportunity to clear their minds.

It’s just that Mordred, who doesn’t have any entertainment items, can’t afford to lie on the bed. As long as it’s related to football, he can’t get excited at all. He doesn’t want to watch TV, he doesn’t want to play on the computer, and he doesn’t want to go to the bar to have fun...

Suddenly Mordred fell into confusion, what should he do on vacation?

At this time, I am really envious of those guys who have sons and daughters. It is also good to have a girlfriend, at least they will not spend the whole vacation in bed like him.

His dear mother was busy with work, and the commercials Mendez found for him were all shot in China in those few days.

Mordred, who was rolling on the bed, suddenly had a bright light in his eyes, "That's right! I can go shopping after making so much money recently!" Mordred jumped off the bed suddenly, put on two clothes casually Ready to go outside.

Before leaving, I didn’t forget to blow a kiss to Gouzi, “Honey, remember to watch the house!”

The dog lay on the ground and even gave him a look. It has long been used to this capricious master. Hey, life is hard for a dog.

Mordred was dressed more casually, with rustic black-rimmed glasses covering most of his face. Although there were people who were suspicious while walking on the street, no one approached him.

He went to a mall and bought a lot of vegetables and chicken breasts, which are his daily needs.

Although the potato chips and biscuits next door were so tempting, he held back his eyes and didn't even look at them. It can be said that he was very dedicated.

After Mordred finished shopping for daily necessities, he went to buy clothes. God knows that the clothes he is wearing now, except for the jersey, are sponsored by sponsors. They are so simple that they don't look like a football star.

Mordred came to the clothing store with big bags and small bags, and the passers-by around him paid attention to him. Mordred has long been used to this. Compared with being watched by tens of thousands of people on the court, this is just a drizzle .

However, he also felt that he had made a wrong decision. He should buy clothes first and then daily necessities.

But it's all here, and he hasn't bought all, so is he going to make a second trip?

With this in mind, Mordred picked out in the clothing store, and finally bought four or five T-shirts for daily wear.

Just when she was about to go out, she stared at Mordred for half an hour, and the cute girl mustered up her courage, and walked up to him with expectant eyes, "Excuse me... are you Meris?"

Mordred was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

He didn't intend to hide it from others from the beginning, he just came out to buy something, how can those tabloid reporters write flowers? "Yes, my name is Melis."

The girl who didn't expect him to admit it cleanly, was stunned for two seconds and then screamed. The voice was so loud that Mordred couldn't laugh or cry. He complained in his heart: Maybe this lady can sing soprano. They will all rush to ask for it.

"Hey, lady, calm down, I won't run! Calm down, calm down." Mordred put all kinds of things in his hands on the ground, and stretched out his hand to pat the blonde in front of him.

The girl didn't expect to meet Meris here at all, and directly took out a pen from her pocket and gave it to him, her face flushed with excitement, adding a bit of charm to that pretty face. "I'm your fan, I followed you when I was in the United States! I like your playing style so much! Although I'm sad that you didn't play for the United States, as long as you continue to play, I will always support you! Can you take a photo with me? Sign it for me by the way."

Mordred smiled in a very gentlemanly manner, and said to the female fan: "Of course, how could I refuse such a cute girl? Where is the sign?"

The female fan directly grabbed a shirt, "Just sign it!"

Mordred lowered his head and swiped his pen, signing his name perfectly, but he didn't notice the light flashing on the left side, "It's ok, the game must continue to work hard, I will watch every game!"

Mordred had a good impression of this hearty and lovely female fan. She put her hand on her heart and bent slightly, "This is my duty, isn't it?" It seemed both funny and elegant.

The girl, who was originally a fan, was immediately made by his series of actions to make her heart beat faster, and then she regretted: "If I were a few years younger, I would definitely fall in love with you. Unfortunately, the time is not right."

Mordred could see that the other party was joking, held back his smile and pretended to look at the fan sincerely, "I think it's better to be a fan." Then the two smiled at each other.

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When Mordred returned home humming a song, he was in a wonderful mood. Rather than lying on the bed bored, it was more comfortable to go out for a walk, and he also made friends and exchanged mobile phone numbers.

What a beautiful day!

Before Meilis finished sighing, he opened the door and found Chris sitting in the living room, with a camera and negatives on the table?

After Chris confessed, the two maintained their friendship as if they had reached an unwritten agreement, but neither of them made it clear what happened that day.

"Chris? Why are you here suddenly?" Mordred put down the things in his hands and asked with a smile on his face.

"If I don't come, it will be Mendes." Chris's expression can be said to be serious, he pushed the camera in his hand in front of Mordred and said, "Look at what this is?"

When Mordred saw the camera, he had a vague guess in his heart.

Opening it up, it turned out to be a photo of him and Molly in the afternoon, and there was even a place on it that looked like two people were kissing. He could imagine what would happen if this photo got out and was used by someone with a heart.

Seeing Mordred bowing his head and looking unswerving, Chris' soft heart suddenly turned into a ball of cotton.

"I thought you would understand, you are no longer a child, you are a player, even a top half star! Your reputation is very important, don't let your back road be cut off because of a small mistake. "Chris stood in front of Mordred, pinching his shoulders with both hands and looking directly at Mordred with his head down.

The subtle height difference between the two made Mordred feel a burst of pressure. He reached out and stroked Chris's hand and said, "I understand very well, so I won't let these reporters influence me. Could it be that I can't make friends just because of them?" Is it because of them that I have to live a life of two points and one line every day? No, that's not the case."

"Neymar, who is about my age, is more chaotic than me in daily life. Don't the media still call him a genius? As long as I have good skills..." Mordred picked up the negatives on the table, "These are all It's not a problem." He said while throwing these into the trash can.

Chris looked at him, feeling that he was a little strange at this time.

"Meris..."

Hearing Chris' worried voice, Mordred knew that he was a little impulsive just now, so he took a deep breath to calm himself down, "You sit down first, I'll get you a cup of coffee."

Chris was left alone in the living room, and Gouzi, a guy who couldn't stand the loneliness, ran up to Chris and rubbed his head against his thigh to show his intimacy.

Chris sat on the sofa, stroking the dog's fur with his hands.

He was so irritated, did he really understand Meris?

I don't know, but they spent at least ten hours together in the previous 24 hours. He likes to be coquettish, he is a little arrogant, he is full of momentum, and he is dead without knowing it.

He was so familiar in every aspect, but he understood...he had never seen Mordred at that moment before.

While Mordred was holding the coffee, he saw the dog lying at Chris's feet wagging its tail, which was almost turning into a propeller, but Chris didn't know it at all, obviously he was already wandering in his own thoughts.

Mordred put the coffee on the table, and suddenly realized one very important thing, that is... Neither of them dared to drink this cup of coffee.

Tomorrow they will train normally, if this cup of coffee makes them excited, then tomorrow they will wait for Mr. Madman's poisonous tongue.

But Mordred sat down, and Chris also recovered from his thoughts. He just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Mordred's fingers blocked him.

Chris withdrew his voice smartly, watched as Mordred pinched his eyebrows and said weakly: "I don't know what image I have in your mind, but you don't have to worry too much about these things that will cause too much damage to me. No, there are many people who are better than me, and there are countless people who are more romantic than me. Chris, you were so romantic when you were young, don’t you still have various honors and are admired by everyone? I am no different from you.”

Seeing that Mordred returned to his usual appearance, Chris couldn't help but said: "But a good reputation is much better than a bad reputation. When judging Mr. Football and the Ballon d'Or, a good reputation can add a lot of points. It's me who knows the consequences of a bad reputation, that's why I don't want you to go my way, understand...?"

While Chris was talking, Mordred suddenly hugged him with a crooked smile.

This hug does not contain any love, pure friendship, "Chris, thank you."

I don’t know how many people passed by Chris, and he was defeated by a simple hug like this. The original principles were so rotten in his stomach, and he stretched out his strong arms to embrace Mordred, and his broad chest Give people a sense of security.

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Today's update, good night everyone _(:з」∠)_.There may be some typos, I will correct them tomorrow.