football king

"That... you also came for convenience?"

After finishing speaking, Mordred wanted to slap himself. Is it sleep if you come to the bathroom and don't go to the bathroom?

Chris gave him a little surprise from time to time and Mordred couldn't be angry at all. He looked handsome with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I thought you'd almost forgotten, but I still like you." Then Chris glanced around and said, "Are you sure we want to talk somewhere?"

Mordred woke up suddenly, packed up his indecent clothes and left the bathroom in a way that almost ran away.

Entering the box, it was obviously still a strange scent mixed with various perfumes, but Mordred let out a long sigh of relief.

Glancing at the inside of the box, Ozil and Stupid Ma have a beautiful sister on one side, chatting and laughing happily.

Master Shui was chatting with Captain Casey, Master Pei was singing, and the rest of the people were either playing cards or drinking to tease beautiful women...

It seems that Mordred felt that it was better for him not to disturb them. He resolutely sat next to Callejon who was drinking alone. Seeing that there were already two empty bottles on his table, he couldn't help persuading: "Mister finally gave us a day off. Do you want to get drunk and fall asleep? Then this hard-won vacation is a bit too miserable."

Callejon raised his head and looked straight at Mordred with his eyes that were hazy because of drunkenness, that exquisite face full of concern.

Callejon only felt the ridicule. If it wasn't for the appearance of Mordred, how could he have fallen to this point?He came back from the Spaniard, everyone thought he would be the top card, and coming to Real Madrid would be his new starting point.

As a result, because of Mordred's appearance, Mourinho slowly shifted his focus to Mordred and adjusted his formation to a more suitable style of play for him, because he is the future of Real Madrid.

And him?It is a product that has been eliminated.

care?Heh, who the hell needs his attention.

His agent is planning to transfer him to Serie A, or even Eredivisie this summer window.

Anyone who knows a little bit about football knows that since Serie A broke the phone door, the status of Serie A has plummeted. What has become of Inter Milan and Milan?

Callejon looked mocking, watching Mordred stand up unsteadily, and lifted him up by his collar.

His sudden action surprised Mordred, and he quickly calmed down, because he knew that Callejon was in a bad mood during this time, and the reason was himself.

So Mordred has always cared about him, but now it seems that the other party doesn't seem to need his care...

Callejon tugged at Mordred's collar, but didn't speak.

He gritted his teeth tightly, with a grim expression on his face, but he didn't say a word.

While other people were doing their own things, the voice in the box was loud, and this little fuss did not make them pay attention to what happened in this small corner.

Callejon looked at the smile that finally disappeared on Mordred's face, and couldn't help but said, "Do you really have a heart?"

Mordred tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied, "Yes." His eyes were still pure, like a child.

Callejon let go, and sat down on the sofa dejectedly.

"Why do you have talented guys like you in the world? It makes us look like fools."

Mordred did not expect the matter to develop to this point.

He has a usual smile, hoping that this will make Cajonie feel better. After all, Real Madrid has too many frontcourts. This summer is bound to clean up many people. This guy who is a bit honest and very good at playing football, Modre De didn't want him to sink because of this incident.

This is a choice that must be made under the general trend, not his fault alone.

"It's as if your talent is poor. You were invited back by Real Madrid for 500 million. This is affirmation of your ability, isn't it? Who made this the best club in the world." Mordred encouraged in a brisk tone Looking at him, it was as if the contradiction hadn't arisen at all just now.

Even if Callejon was dissatisfied, he couldn't be angry with such Mordred, and said in a joking way: "This is why the best club in the world wants to clean me out?"

But Mordred could clearly see the mockery in his eyes, it was not a joke at all.

"I'm sorry, my comforting skills are still so bad."

Mordred felt that he had failed, and he didn't want the opponent to leave Real Madrid full of resentment.

Callejon, who was suddenly apologized, was stunned on the spot as if he heard something terrible.

Just when neither of them knew what to say, Chris came over wiping his hands.

"What are you talking about? So hot?"

Callejon glanced at Mordred and rushed ahead of him and said, "It's nothing, it's just some exercise."

Mordred, who was preempted, looked at Chris, and found that he winked at him quietly, so fast that Mordred suspected that he was wrong.

But the next words made Mordred understand that it was not an illusion at all.

"That's good. When I came here just now, the two of you seemed to be arguing. It's fine if you don't." Chris seemed to mean this, but in fact, his eyes were a little cold when facing Callejon.

Callejon, who will be purged [-]% of the time, will naturally not follow Chris. Anyway, when it comes to Serie A and Eredivisie, Chris can't reach out.

"There's no quarrel, it's just that the two of us spoke a little louder, I didn't expect you to hear all of this."

Seeing that the two guys who were pointed at each other became more and more angry, Mordred reacted and stood between the two of them, "Chris, I heard that Marcelo was looking for you just now, you go and have a look."

Marcelo playing cards: ? ?

How could Chris not understand what he meant, glanced at Callejon lightly, and left obediently.

This battle without gunpowder was resolved so lightly, Callejon's tone was a little cold, "It seems that our football superstars still listen to you, the future of Real Madrid?"

Not understanding the relationship between Mordred and Chris, Callejon's mentality is a little unbalanced, thinking that even Chris in Real Madrid is inferior to Mordred.

Mordred looked at Callejon, who was full of dissatisfaction, and felt that he didn't want to say any more.

It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die, if Callejon doesn't change his nature... he is destined not to reach the height of a top star.

Just when Mordred was about to turn around and leave, he was suddenly grabbed by Callejon, "Stop your boring sympathy, because you remind me all the time that I am a loser and I don't need to win The pity of the victim." Then he continued to sit in the corner and drink wine.

Chris, who has been paying attention here, is relieved to see that Callejon has no intention of doing anything.

For so many years, he has seen teammates who fight for possession of the ball, and even because there are not a few of them who fight with one sentence, he is really afraid that Callejon will mess up and fight with Mordred.

Even Mordred's small body is not enough for others to punch. He obviously trains more than anyone else and eats a lot... But his body fat percentage cannot be lowered, and he looks not only small but also very thin.

In Marcelo's words, it looks like it will fall if you hit it casually, or even fall if you don't hit it.

Finally had enough of playing with Ozil, and ran to Mordred, "I was looking for you just now and you were not here, come and have a truth or dare."

Then he pushed Mordred on the sofa involuntarily, and the other stars also pushed them on the sofa in twos and threes.

Everyone is willing to pamper Ozil, who is only 22 years old. Sometimes being young is also an advantage.

"Let's use playing cards. Whoever touches Xiaowang will be punished. The person who touches the big king can give Xiaowang an order. The truth is still a big risk. I don't need to describe the rest, right? So Classic game."

After getting everyone's affirmative answer, the game begins.

As a result, the first one to be recruited was the sponsor Ozil, and the one who got the king was the Russian girl Shea. There was a sly light in Shea's eyes, and Ozil felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Do you choose truth or dare?"

"A big adventure... let's go."

"Be more precise! Is it the truth or a big risk." As a Mao girl, Xi Ya's aura is not something ordinary people can hold back.

Ozil touched his nose, "Big risk."

"Okay, then you yell three times through the window that Ozil is the most handsome, the most handsome in the world."

………………

Everyone in the room was a little disappointed. They thought they could see some exciting scenes, but forget it, it wasn't that exciting at first, and it was good as an appetizer.

Hearing such a simple request, Ozil breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the sound insulation inside the box is very good, so it's nothing but boasting.

While comforting himself in his heart, Ozil dawdled to the window.

According to Shia's request, he yelled three times without saying a word. It's a bit shameful to do things like boasting yourself, not a narcissistic maniac like Chris.

Immediately afterwards they played another round, this time the victim was Marcelo, and it was Captain Cassie who drew the king.

Looking at Captain Casey's kind smile, Marcelo suddenly felt that he had gone too far!How can you persecute the captain like this?

It's a pity that it's too late for him to review now, "To be honest, let's take a big risk and choose for ourselves."

"The truth." Marcelo, who thought he was frank and fearless, was a little flustered, but he was still as stable as a mountain on the surface.

Captain Cassie was a little disappointed. After all, the big adventure is better, but let's tell the truth.

"Do you remember when was the last time you wet the bed?"

This kind of devil's question almost made Marcelo's hair explode, even though it was itself.

I, Marcelo, don't want to lose face?After saying this kind of thing, I really didn't mess around in the locker room!I lost my face.

It's a pity that Ma Pengpeng always likes to do things in the locker room. When encountering such things, everyone starts to look lively.

"Can I not tell?"

The author has something to say:

I was so tired last night that I fell asleep when I got home. This is _(:з」∠)_ I woke up at five o’clock this morning.Happy watching, everyone.