football king

"Meris! Melis!"

Mordred sat up abruptly from the bed, his hair wet with cold sweat.

"Are you all right, Melis." The shout was accompanied by pain in his shoulder.

This made Mordred, who had just woken up from the nightmare, slowly focus his eyes on the guy who persisted in calling his name.

Mordred smiled wryly, "Hey, Chris."

After Chris won the ball, he came to find Uncle Melis with his little mini.

When they dated, Mordred gave him the keys to the house.

Originally, he wanted to bring the little mini as a surprise, but after searching for a long time, he found Mordred struggling in pain on the bed, muttering something he couldn't understand.

It took him a long time to wake him up, and Xiao Mi was frightened.

"Brother Melis!" A small cannonball hit Mordred's arms, and it was the first time for the young Mini to see such a battle, so he was naturally frightened.

Before Mordred had time to explain to Chris, he quickly hugged the little mini to prevent him from falling.

After the consolation was over, Mordred also comforted his frightened lover.

"It's just a dream, don't worry." Mordred shrugged his shoulders, with an understatement that made it impossible to see any flaws.

And Chris couldn't forget the other party's hair was soaked and his expression was twisted in pain. He reached out and hugged Mordred.

His slender body seemed so small in Chris' arms.

Chris said in a low voice: "Whenever you want to tell me, just tell me everything, don't hold on alone."

The smell of peppermint shower gel on the other party's body made Mordred's heart soften a little, but he didn't plan to tell Chris the ins and outs right now.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal." Mordred patted Chris on the back, with an imperceptible smile on his face.

Although Xiao Mini doesn't understand anything now, she can feel the atmosphere of adults, subconsciously put her little hands on the two of them, and smiled warmly.

Mordred simply reached out and held Mini in his arms, and the three hugged each other like this.

Suddenly Mordred remembered something and said, "Hey, gentlemen, do you mind if I take a shower?" Mordred tugged at the clothes sticking to his body, with a subtle expression.

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In the bathroom, Mordred lay comfortably in the bathtub, feeling the fucking life.

"Inexplicably dreamed about the past, and recalled the episodes that I don't want to recall, tsk." Mordred pushed the little yellow duck in the bathtub, and the coach in the live interview at that time appeared in his mind.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that he looked too much like an old man, but was his guess right?Is there really such a small chance in this world that they will meet again?

Mordred didn't dare to admit it, and felt a little bit of expectation in his heart. The old man never treated him as a child, and his training was just copying the training of special forces.

But meeting acquaintances in a special time and space, this feeling makes Mordred a little impulsive.

"Don't soak for too long, it's not good for your health." Chris' voice sounded from outside the door, which woke Mordred up suddenly.

"understood!"

If the old man is really that coach, he will definitely come to him. According to the character of the old man, maybe he will form a new team in this world to defeat himself and prove his strength.

Mordred thought of the old man's bad temper, and suddenly lost interest in seeing him.

And he already has other fetters in this world, and this situation is the best now.

Mordred came out of the bathtub. There was no scar on his fair skin, let alone the scars from the operation. Now he is a brand new Meris Mordred.

After leaving the bathroom, the first thing Mordred said was, "Congratulations on your victory." His golden hair was still dripping water.

Little Mini tugged at his sleeve, motioning him to sit down.

Mordred was a little confused, but he sat down obediently. As a result, Mini took a bath towel and stuffed it into Chris's hand.

Chris instantly understood what Little Mini wanted to do, smiled brightly, took the bath towel and helped Mordred wipe the dripping hair, raised his eyebrows and looked at Little Mini, as if to say: "There is yours." kid'

Little Mini didn't say anything, just smiled purely.

Mordred, who was treated tenderly, felt the warmth in his stomach, and let the other party rub his head.

The result of Mordred's laissez-faire is... the hair is twisted into a Super Saiyan.

Mordred looked in the mirror and couldn't get angry at the two guys who were less than five years old together. He brushed his hair down with a comb and hairspray, and even cooked for them.

The meal is extremely simple, and it is still the meal plan specially prepared by Mr. Madman, but the poor little one can only eat what they eat, and there is no chance of picky eaters at all.

They don't have the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping, and they start chatting while eating.

"In fact, today's game was not very smooth. The first half of the game was not smooth at all. If there was not a loophole in their players in the first half, we would have no chance to counterattack." Chris said while eating, just looking at his expression It can be seen that this game is not so easy.

Mordred didn't dare to say anything at all, because... if it was the old man, there was a high probability that he would win because of the inability of the players. What if the old man had to drag him to Betis on a whim?Anyway, there are two words royal.

"The number 19 in the second half played a lot of roles towards the end. But I have never heard of this person before. My husband checked and found that he only played a few games in the youth training of a third-rate club. The position is the same as yours. It’s a bit similar, but it’s far worse than you in terms of strength.” Chris thought about Mourinho’s attitude at the time, and chuckled, “But the No. 19 must also have something special, otherwise, Mr. will not pay so much attention. "

"Although I don't know what relationship you have with the Betis coach, but you can't pass the test, sir. He is still angry that a coach suddenly appeared to spy on you." Chris joked in a tone almost watching a show.

Now who doesn't know that Meris has been labeled Real Madrid as a whole, and it is not for sale that belongs exclusively to Real Madrid.

Suddenly a digger appeared out of nowhere, and Mourinho, who had a good temper recently, opened his mouth again at the press conference.

It is estimated that tomorrow's sentence, "Some people are always jealous of the seedlings cultivated by others, but they keep going on with old-fashioned and old ideas, and they don't see others well." ’ is going to be widely reported.

During Mourinho's time in Real Madrid, the Spanish media really made a lot of money.

At this moment, Mordred remembered what he should pay attention to!If the old man is really him, isn't he trying to survive in the cracks now!When two completely different arrogant personalities collide, Mr. and the old man, it is definitely the destructive power of sparks hitting the earth!

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't even eat the meal anymore, he put down his chopsticks directly.

Chris originally just wanted to tease Mordred, but he didn't expect to scare him like this, so he quickly explained: "Sir, I won't be really angry, after all, any beautiful thing will attract attention, and at most, sir, it will be awkward .”

Mordred put down his chopsticks and covered his face with his hands.No, Chris, you don't understand what he's going through now. He can only hope that the old man will not have such a bad taste in provoking Mr. Madman.

Chris didn't know why Mordred looked more depressed, and Chris simply covered his head with his big hands, and the hair that had just been dried was still a little damp.

"No matter what happens, I'll stay with you and have a good meal?" Chris obviously asked, but Mordred's ear automatically translated into an affirmative sentence.

Looking up at Chris, the face that had been bored all winter gradually turned white, and he looked so handsome, of course he is also handsome when he is black as carbon.

"You're right, eating is the biggest thing in the world, let's talk when you're full."

Mordred picked up the chopsticks again. As for the coach Shura field and so on... Let's talk about it tomorrow, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.

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So comforting himself, Mordred came to the club.

Everyone is happy, after all, they won the game.

The first person to greet him was Ozil. He tied his shoelaces and kept saying, "Meris! It's a pity that you weren't here yesterday. I didn't see the scene where the husband was so angry."

Mister is angry!Mordred's heart skipped a beat, and before he could ask a question, he heard Master Shui next to him say: "ennn, that coach is really unique in terms of annoying people, I always feel that the coach named is superior in character. Mister head."

Then came Kaka, "And the coach's tactical arrangements were not bad, especially at the beginning of the second half, I played very uncomfortable as a midfielder, as if the midfield was split."

The demonic whispers one after another connected Mordred with the old man in his memory, and his expression couldn't be described as ashes.

Mordred stretched out his hand and patted Ozil next to him, "If I die today, remember to give me some paper next year, on which it says 'died in the struggle between the clam and the clam.'"

"Hahaha, do you already know? That coach is very interested in you?" The other teammates didn't like teammates at all, especially Marcelo, who was in front of Mordred with a smile on his face. with a big smile.

"It's very lively." As soon as the accented Portuguese came out, the whole room instantly fell into silence.

"Sir." "Sir." Whether they were wearing clothes or tying shoelaces, they all stood up and looked at their Mr. Madman.

And Marcelo was secretly glad that he didn't say anything terrible. As long as you have the strength, this gentleman will definitely not let you sit on the bench, but just look directly at the other party's face that seems to owe money, and you will understand what Call it stress.

No one wants to face Mourinho alone...except for the freak Meris.

But Mourinho came here today, not to catch their braids, and he directly stated his intentions.

"Meris, come with me to the office."

As soon as Mourinho finished speaking, Mordred automatically flashed through his mind, oh ho, it's over.

The author has something to say:

During this period of time, I finally got busy with work. I still have two saved manuscripts that I am not willing to post _(:з」∠)_. From tomorrow onwards, I will update every day at [-]:[-] p.m.This is much more comfortable.