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Mordred didn't notice when he saw Chris, and changed from scissors hands to fists dangling on Chris's head. If you have to describe it, it looks like those cute girls put their fists on their foreheads, like a beckoning cat. action.

The cute girl may be very cute and cute, but putting it on Chris, a big guy, only gives people a nondescript and funny feeling. In the end, the reporter couldn't hold back a burst of laughter, and Chris turned his head sharply and successfully caught it. Mordred who was doing things.

Mordred, who was caught, froze, and then said calmly: "Um... Mr. is looking for me, I'll go first." Then he didn't give Chris time to react, and ran away with oil on his feet.

Tuliu Chris sighed at the moon alone, turned his head to the camera with a helpless expression and said, "Don't worry, everyone, who made him a naive ghost, he is less than three years old this year."

Chris's exaggerated expression made the fans who had just stabilized their expressions burst into laughter again, and many people even commented: "It's the end of the world! Luo is three years old and actually said that others are naive,"

"Half a catty is right, these two people together are only five-year-old childish ghosts at most. With these two living treasures, Real Madrid's dressing room will definitely be unprecedentedly peaceful."

This little episode made the original angry Real Madrid fans relax. From being fouled to exploding just now, they now smile knowingly and are a little happy.

Mordred ran to Mr. Madman, holding the trophy and would not let go.

It's not that he hasn't won awards in the United States, but this one is different!The strength of La Liga is simply unmatched by the United States. This is his first heavyweight trophy, and the more he watches it, the more he likes it.

Regarding Mordred's emotional expression, the others decisively handed over the task of holding the trophy to him.

They were supposed to go back to Madrid to celebrate by now, wrapping the statue of the Goddess of Harvest in a Real Madrid scarf in the Harvest Plaza, but considering that the next game is against Barcelona, ​​they decided to simplify it a little bit to save Get some strength.

Next, they still have a Copa del Rey final to play, so after thinking about it, they will merge together and hold a grander one.

If you insist on saying that there is any regret this season, it is probably because they failed to win the Champions League, otherwise they will also win the Triple Crown this year.

Although they can't add a touch of style to the Harvest Goddess, private gatherings are absolutely indispensable.

After everyone had dealt with the media and said some official words, everyone unanimously decided to celebrate, otherwise they would be too sorry for the momentum of winning the championship five rounds in advance.

And this time they played with Mr. Madman. Mourinho, as the coach, holds the power of life and death for them, so everyone doesn't want to play with this big guy. I'm really happy this time.

Everyone yelled to celebrate, even the team doctor, fitness coach, and other miscellaneous people.

Mordred hasn't closed his mouth since winning the game, his smile is as bright as a sunflower, and anyone can see that he is excited.

The carnival of the party made these stars forget their usual identities, and each of them played more happily than anyone else.

Even Chris, who doesn't drink alcohol, gave extra noodles, and ran to the center of the dance floor to dance when he was slightly drunk.

Mordred also drank, giggling unconsciously, "Chris, you dance so ugly." It's just that he was nestled on the sofa, and Chris didn't hear it at all.

On the contrary, Mourinho next to him rubbed his temples, and said in agreement: "I know it's ugly, but I still look at it."

Mordred held the wine bottle, tilted his head and said in a daze, "But Chris is so pretty!" You don't even need to look to find that you are already drunk to the point of insanity.

Mourinho paused, took out the bottle of wine from his arms, and covered his head with a coat that also smelled of wine, "Give me a good rest."

Mordred was trapped by his coat, and it took him a long time to stick his head out of the clothes. With his disheveled blond hair and ignorant expression, Mourinho couldn't help but swear.

But before he could make the next move, Mordred's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "Good night, sir." Then he collapsed on the sofa, curled up and put the whole person in his coat. inside.

So cute it's foul.

Chris stepped back from the center of the dance floor, grabbed a drink, and planned to go to the center of the dance floor with Mordred to have a high, but found that Mordred had fallen asleep, he smiled slowly, and was about to reach out to rub him golden hair.

He was stopped by Mourinho's cold and stern eyes, and Chris withdrew his hand angrily.

It's not that he is cowardly, Mourinho really exists like Mordred's father, offending this... Meris will definitely stand by him.

The humble Chris has no right to speak, not only that, Mordred has a lot of brothers.

The whole Real Madrid locker room is a harmonious one, in general it is 'as long as you pet Meris, we are half brothers! ’, who knows how Merris did it.

As the chief member of the second-generation Galaxy Battleship, Chris shed bitter tears, and thinking about the wild locker room at Manchester United... it was even more sad.

Chris shook his head, put all the miscellaneous things in his mind behind him, sat down next to Mourinho and asked, "Sir, are you happy?"

Mourinho has long been used to his mindless questions, "If I can win six championships next season, I will be happier."

"This kind of thing is not difficult. Although it is a bit arrogant, there are only a few teams that can compete with it now."

Mourinho did not deny this confidence, "Unfortunately, our sworn enemy Barcelona has the ability to pull us down."

Chris clicked his tongue. He really hated Mourinho's attitude of trying to talk against him about everything, but who made Meris love Mourinho?

The two similar Portuguese stared at each other for a second, and then turned away with a very high synchronization rate, "If you want to win the six championships so much, increase the thickness of the bench early, the first team has a lot of people, and there are too few available gone."

After Chris finished speaking, he got up and went to find Pepe, leaving Mourinho alone.

Mourinho sneered, and said in a very low voice, "Do you still need to remind me about this kind of thing?"

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Mordred had a good night's sleep at this banquet, and it was four o'clock in the middle of the night when he was photographed awake, and it would be dawn in a while!

Fortunately, Mr. Madman gave him two days off for the sake of them winning the game.

After being sent home by car, it was already daylight.

The cafes opposite the house were open, Mordred yawned and opened the door thinking, go home and catch up on sleep.

As soon as the door opened, a broad palm suddenly patted on Mordred's shoulder. Mordred's expression changed, he grabbed his wrist and was about to fall over his shoulder.

I never expected that after I pulled it but didn't move it, a voice came from behind, "Okay, your three-legged cat's kung fu is not enough for me."

Such a familiar sentence made Mordred subconsciously let go of his strength, and turned around to see a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"What? You don't know me after changing your skin?" Anthony looked helplessly at Mordred who was stunned, how could he be as stupid as a goose after reliving his life.

"Don't invite me in to sit down? Standing outside, don't you forget that you are a professional player." The command that went deep into the bone marrow made Mordred's body tremble, and he subconsciously turned sideways to let Anthony into the room.

After Anthony entered the room, Mordred reacted and patted himself on the forehead.

"Wow, woof, woof!!" Gouzi stood on the sofa, baring his teeth at Anthony.

Anthony ignored the dog, sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water, "You don't like to enjoy it anymore. You used to never live in such a small house."

Mordred regained his composure, closed the door and walked into the room and said to Anthony, "Excuse me, do I know you? I didn't expect the head coach of Betis to be so familiar."

Anthony blinked, ignoring his prickly defense.

"Meris, you can deceive others, but do you still want to deceive me? Don't forget, who raised you with my own hands, it was me, Anthony Salieri."

The ordinary middle-aged man spat out a name Mordred was familiar with, and Mordred took a step back.

He had already had all kinds of groundless conjectures, but he never dared to verify it, because he was afraid of the answer in his heart.

Now someone has made the choice for him, revealing the truth in blood, exposing the unhealed wound inside.

Mordred pretended not to care and sat opposite Anthony, "Sir, do you remember how much it rained the day you adopted me?"

"Meris, I told you not to play this kind of trick with me again. The sky was clear that day, and you said it was the happiest day for you." Anthony's words shattered Mordred's last trace of delusion.

"Is it really you, sir?" Mordred looked at Anthony in a daze for a while, and suddenly he felt a sense of space-time confusion. The two memories were intertwined, making him unable to tell which one was It's him.

"Meris, calm down!" Anthony slapped him on the shoulder, and that ordinary face surprisingly calmed Mordred down.

"Can I still be dropped by others? Don't think about it." Anthony took a sip and continued: "Tell me how I got here all these years? When I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting in the center of a lot of advertising materials and star materials. You should be different from me."

Now that Anthony's true identity has been confirmed, Mordred also feels that there is nothing to hide, and tells the whole life of these years like running water.

Anthony was relieved with a little disappointment, "It seems that you don't need me to lead you in this world, you have found your goal." That little loss was quickly replaced by self-confidence, "Since you are living so well, next I don’t have to worry about dealing with you anymore.”

"Treat me!? Sir, what do you want to do?" Mordred immediately erected a vigilant antenna on his head, and his trouble-making skills were taught by others.

Anthony, who had already exceeded the standard in his heart, laughed loudly.

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