[Football] Anti-system

Ferguson was just kidding.

It's normal for teammates to be close. Class 92 probably slept on the same bed before.It's normal, we just fell asleep together when we were tired and sleepy.

And he doesn't need to worry about thinking about it at all, Cristiano is definitely not gay.

As for Scorpius, although it is said that he has never had a girlfriend, he never said that he likes women.

But it's also the same that I haven't made a boyfriend, and I haven't said I like men.

I didn't expect the reactions from these two people to be quite big.

But the way Cristiano sprinkles the eel jelly looks a bit deliberate... kind of like doing it on purpose.

Ferguson waved his hand and didn't care. No one really likes to eat this stuff.Only some east Londoners with already overwhelmed taste buds would like to eat this kind of stuff.

Since neither Scorpius nor Cristiano like it, forget it.

He handed over the tissue and asked Cristiano to wipe it off.

They then chatted together about the team and their thoughts about this season.

Ferguson simply asked Scorpius if he wanted to play as a center forward. He talked with Wenger and found some video materials of him in the youth training camp. Scorpius should be familiar with this position.In fact both he and Mourinho intend to give Scorpius a try at center forward for both club and country in Rooney's absence.

Scorpius' strength is beyond reproach.

Mourinho talked about the regrets of last season when tasting red wine with him. He might have had a chance to compete with Kaka for the Golden Globe Award.

This season he will give him more ball rights in the national team.

And Ferguson also has a very complete plan for Manchester United this season, he is no longer satisfied with regaining the Premier League championship.Before he retires, he also wants to hold the Champions League trophy in his hands again.

They will be invincible, and the new year's Golden Globe can only be produced between Scorpius Westin and Cristiano Ronaldo.

Scorpius thought for a moment, nodded hesitantly, and replied: "As long as it is the position of the goal, I can try it."

For him, what position to play has never been a problem or a key point, as long as he can score goals and win games.

Ferguson nodded, still thinking about it in his mind.

Cathy gave him a blank look.

It has always been a family rule that work-related matters cannot be mentioned at the dinner table.

But when players come to visit at home, what can you say if you don’t talk about football?

Cathy thought about it, and all the elders could ask were: girlfriend, salary, family, tedious daily routine and so on.

None of these things can be said as a topic. The salary is paid by Manchester United and given by Ferguson.The Scorpius family doesn't have much to say, that's another level they don't understand.

It is well known that Scorpius has no girlfriend, and countless girls are eager to try, but none of them can win his heart.

He has always given people the impression of being indifferent, and the opposite sex he contacts the most is probably his assistant.

Everyone is guessing that his mate selection criteria may be rather special.

Guess everything, some say that he has a baby kiss with the Spanish princess, some say that he has an underground lover he met in Oxford, some say that he has narcissistic tendencies and only likes women who look exactly like him... Gossip is human nature, and it was hard for me to invite the child I had seen growing up in the newspapers to my house as a guest. Cathy also wanted to ask some gossip topics: "Does the little scorpion have a girlfriend? If not, is there a standard for her favorite type?" ?”

Ferguson coughed and winked at his wife: What do you want again?

Cathy retorted: It's better to play a role in it and help check it out than to find another type that is similar to the hot girl and you don't like very much, right?

Ferguson's expression paused, and the hand holding the fork shook the handle, choosing not to make a sound.

Cristiano felt a little nervous for no reason, didn't Scorpius like him... Then, he could hear what Scorpius said about himself?

He quickly turned his head and looked at the blond-haired Northern Lover beside him.

His eyes were burning, eagerly looking forward to something.

Scorpius didn't receive his gaze, and slowly cut the roast beef on the plate with a knife and fork, with a flat expression: "I don't have a girlfriend, standard... I haven't thought about it carefully. I'm not ready to like someone, So in the last few years, I plan to concentrate on playing football, and I have never thought about getting married or falling in love."

No preparation, no time, no energy.It never even occurred to him to own a home.

Good boy.

Ferguson couldn't help showing a gratified smile on his face: "Yes, this is a very good idea. Although I don't know how to interfere with players' private lives, it is often the personal style that ruins a player's future."

After all, the profession of a player is different from most professions.

Their working time and rest time are not as clear-cut as ordinary people, and their diet and rest during the rest time will greatly affect their competitive state.If you want to maintain a good state, you must persevere and make unremitting efforts. Many people can’t stand that their rest time has become part of their working time. This blurred boundary has made players who have persisted for decades forget their original intentions and become addicted to the same. The same rights as ordinary people, free to spend off-duty time.Private life is becoming more and more extravagant, alcohol and food erode the nerves of most people step by step, and the bulge of the belly becomes more and more obvious, which eventually leads to a sharp decline in the competitive state.

There are also some who have a slight decline in state due to aging, and lose their direction due to media criticism and let themselves indulge in food and alcohol for a while.

The ethanol covered by the aroma of ethyl acetate gives pleasure to the brain, making them forget the pain and at the same time giving them a signal-the reason for their decline is nothing more than lack of self-discipline, as long as they quit alcohol one day in the future , You can return to the court to reproduce the competitive state at that time.

It's like a person who claims to be smart but hasn't turned over the book for too long, always comforting himself that as long as he reads all the books, he can get good grades.

But he didn't open the book again until the day of the exam.

But he never put down the bottle until he retired.

Many people fall into a temporary slump and never get up again.

As a player, or as anyone, if you have a choice, you must make sacrifices.

After hearing what he said, Cristiano curled his lips and said nothing.

This guy is just an excuse, saying that he is not ready to like someone, how can anyone be ready to fall in love with someone else?

He kindly gave him face and didn't expose Scorpius' words in public.

What's more, why do modern people need to consider so much?But the appearance and figure are in line with the taste, the personality is not bad, and the three views are similar.

Call it liking.

Liking and love are the topics that everyone loves to talk about throughout the ages, but in the end, how can many real stories be so exciting?

Having experienced the crisis together, the vows made at the time of life and death are as rare as rare.Most people's lives are blandly unrelated to the crisis.

The better thing is that he is handsome, he is powerful, he is strong, and he is different.

So like it.

Scorpius thought that if he liked nothing more than that, it wouldn't be worth his precious energy and time.

The biggest price for others to fall in love is nothing more than time and money, and he may even pay with his life.

Any favorable feelings that arise will be ruthlessly snuffed out by him, crushed and eliminated by reason ruthlessly.

As time goes by, he doesn't even know whether it is possible for him to like someone, and what kind of performance he will show if he likes someone.

So he didn't think he would make any confession after drinking.

I often feel that the series of missions about Cristiano that the system inexplicably unfolded is too weird.

It was already midnight when I came out of Sir Alex's house, and there was a hint of coolness in the summer night air.

It was also rare that the sky in Manchester was not covered by dark clouds, and a crescent moon glowed with dim light, making the stars on the side look a little dazzling.

The two turned to the garage silently one after the other. Cristiano opened the car door and looked at Scorpius who was standing still and raised his eyebrows.

Scorpius didn't eat much, he thought it was because he didn't like his appetite, and he didn't want to go home now and wanted to eat something else.

From today's competition until now, he can only eat those things. Athletes consume a lot of calories, so it's not a good idea to go hungry.

But he hadn't had time to say take him to a restaurant.

Scorpius said, "Go back, I'll take a taxi to the airport."

Cristiano's fingers gripping the car door froze: "Airport? Where are you going? There is training tomorrow afternoon!"

"Go home, don't you have a girl date? I'll go home first, so as not to..." Before he finished speaking, Mr. Ronaldo eagerly interrupted: "No! I lied to you, no one has a date I."

He let go of his hand eagerly, walked to Scorpius in two steps, grabbed his wrist, and tried to explain clearly: "I just said that..." Scorpius blinked at him suspiciously, looked at He clenched his hand tightly around his wrist: "Are you not angry with me?"

"what?"

Cristiano didn't quite understand what he was talking about, and he reacted suddenly: "I'm not angry with you, I just don't know how to make myself choose between these things."

No, he was just angry.

He was just mad at Scorpius for forgetting such an important thing.

In anger, he left the most important choice in his hands, and it was up to him to choose to mention this matter again, or completely forget it.

As a result, he is completely at a loss now.

"What did I tell you that night?"

Said you like me.

But what choice should he make?

Tell him this sentence, embarrassing both of them to gain that tiny possibility?

Or shake your head and smile, say nothing happened, and pretend that nothing really happened?

Either way, he couldn't do it.

Cristiano clenched his lips and said nothing, but he felt that it was not an option to be so silent all the time.

So he said, "You say my eyes are brown!"

Scorpius frowned and looked at him for a moment by the light of the street lamp: "Although... isn't it brown?"

Aren't those eyes a sweet brown like honey?

"It's olive green! It's olive green!"

"...Okay." What you say is what it is.

Scorpius smiled helplessly.Gently opened his hand that clamped himself: "Olive green. I'm going back. There is something I have to go back to get. It's a little important."

Nothing matters but his basement.

After the game, he has been thinking about taking time to go back to London and go back to his underground court.

Manchester United's next game is to play against Manchester City. Although Manchester City is not considered a wealthy team, as a sworn enemy, it still feels a little unsafe to face him without any preparation.

And he will play against the German team in the near future. It's not safe if he doesn't make preparations in advance, and he has no idea.

Even if Cristiano didn't say that there was a girl today, he would still think about going back to London.

The thumb lightly clasped the knuckle of the index finger, and Scorpius looked into his eyes: "It has nothing to do with the non-existent girl, really."

He didn't understand why, he just couldn't stand hearing girls ask him out.

It was because of those words that he instantly lost all his appetite and desire to continue the conversation... But what puzzled him most was still that he had no idea why he was doing this.

Until he stood on the long-lost court, he still didn't understand why.

Why did he have to choose to go home at this time, and why did he have to say in front of Ronaldinho at that time that he wanted to go home?

To make him aware of what?

The sneakers stepped on the black and white ball, and Scorpius tried to recall its parameters, but looking at him, all he could think of was its round figure... It looked like a C.

Scorpius was slightly stunned, and he kicked the ball hard without thinking about his brain.

The ball arced in the air and flew off the field.

Squiggly arc... like a C in the air.

He clenched his fingers blankly, took a deep breath, and tried to clear his mind.

There may be hundreds or thousands of formulas flowing in his mind, and a large amount of data is memorized by heart as a reference.

But the permutation and combination of ten numbers, I don't know why.

Going around and around can never get around a letter C.

He was the only one left in the empty house with his two dogs.

It was the same as two months ago, but somehow felt that the house was empty and unpopular.

There was something missing in my heart.

Cristiano took a long breath, poured dog food for the two dogs, turned on the automatic water feeding machine, took a shower and planned to go straight to bed.

But lying on the soft bed and closing my eyes, trying to empty my mind, I couldn't fall asleep.

The more the brain goes to sleep, the more it likes to confront people.

It's as if there's a blond Q version of the villain who just likes to bounce around in his head, running around and messing up his heart.

He knocked the trophy he cherished in his heart to the ground, and accidentally stepped on his beloved jersey and boots as he ran around.

But when he raised his head and blinked those amethyst-like eyes at him, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a mass of fluffy and fluffy feathers, and he couldn't even utter a word of condemnation.

He even smirked at his cute appearance.

Cristiano sat up from the bed with some breakdowns.

He likes him.

They should like each other.

But he couldn't help thinking about what Scorpius had said.

Could he actually still remember?He was just escaping with the excuse of not remembering.Perhaps for adults, forgetting is the best choice, so as not to embarrass each other.

Perhaps that is what Scorpius said today.

He has no intention of liking someone, he just treats him as his closest teammate.

When he recovered, he couldn't help cursing himself in his heart—he didn't know why he sat on Scorpius' bed inexplicably, with Scorpius' favorite goose feather pillow under his head, The thin quilt on my body seemed to have no filler, but was filled with the smell of another person... fragrant and languid.

Surrounded by such a smell, he didn't know why he felt very relieved, and fell asleep deeply.

Maybe he should treat this as the last time he indulged himself before forgetting about it completely.

When they woke up, they were still teammates, as if nothing had ever happened.

But maybe sleeping in another person's bed, his sleep has become a little sensitive again.

When he woke up at some time, he heard two dogs barking.

The barking of the dog didn't last long, it disappeared almost immediately.

What followed was the sound of the door being opened, and the sound of water dripping from the bathroom.

My mind, which was drowsy due to fatigue, suddenly became sober with fear.

Almost without thinking, he knew it was Scorpius who had returned.

Why is Scorpius back?

He thought he wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon?

Cristiano suddenly became nervous, wanting to quickly get up from the bed and sneak back to his room.

But the sound of water stopped abruptly at this time, the bathroom door slammed slightly, and the only light source in the huge room disappeared.

Chris's heart was pounding nervously, it was over.

But Scorpius walked over to the bed as if he hadn't noticed him at all.

It’s over.

Cristiano closed his eyes, he must be discovered now.

He tried to steady his breathing and pretended to be asleep, and when Scorpius asked tomorrow morning, he said that he accidentally went to the wrong room.

The Northern Lover climbed onto the bed, gently pulled off a corner of the quilt, and lay down beside him.The soft bed was slightly sunken in part.

He acted as if he wasn't surprised that Xiao Luo appeared on his bed in his room.

He paused for a while, and put his arm around Cristiano's waist as if nothing had happened.

The room was once again peaceful.

Cristiano was still stiff all over, suspecting that Scorpius was too sleepy to react.

His heart was pounding and he couldn't believe it was real.

Scorpius has already found him, so why is he nervous?

He knew, because the damn Northern Irishman was too close to the ground, and because he liked him.

He doesn't need to be nervous, as long as he senses him approaching, his heart will beat faster.

He thought he was going to maintain this posture all night.

In the silent darkness, Scorpius' low and magnetic voice suddenly sounded: "Are you still awake? Your heartbeat is so loud."

His tone was slightly puzzled, as if he didn't understand why.

Cristiano's heart tightened, and he didn't know what to answer him for a while.He can't say it's because he likes you, and he quickly finds an excuse for himself as soon as his brain heats up: "Because I'm afraid of the dark."

Scorpius chuckled softly in the darkness.

His arm around Cristiano's waist moved slowly, and he groped for Cristiano's hand from his side.

The slender fingers held his fingers firmly, as if they could transmit strength to him with such a movement.

There was a gentle smile in his deep voice, but he was extremely serious: "It's okay, I'm also afraid of the dark."

He wasn't going to lie to himself any more.

No matter what his own abnormal behavior represents, no matter what the meaning of his behavior of buying another plane ticket in the middle of the night means, at least he clearly knows: For himself, Cristiano Ronaldo is very important.

He never thought about starting a family because family meant nothing to him.

The most important things to him seem to be friends.

Cristiano is his friend.

He is well aware of this.

Cristiano's heart beat faster.

Only he himself knows that when he said he was afraid of the dark, he meant "I like you".

The author has something to say: Luo: Grandpa Xie is already on the same bed for grazing me.

Well, for Scorpio, it is impossible to say that you like it from the point of view of Scorpio, unless the other party is already more important than life.

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