[Football] Anti-system

Scorpius felt dizzy and dizzy.

Probably because he didn't sleep well.

The phone in the bag kept vibrating.

Scorpius propped up the front seat with one hand, and groped for the vibrating mobile phone from the bag with his slender fingers.

This phone is his work phone.

The caller was none other than Mourinho.

The light on the screen quickly dimmed. Scorpius moved his finger and found that the head coach had already called him more than ten times, and different teammates and assistant coaches had also called a lot.

The phone screen immediately lit up again.

Scorpius pressed to answer: "Boss?"

With a thick nasal voice, he rested his head on the back of the seat in front and closed his eyes.

Mourinho on the other end of the phone was going crazy.

He almost called the police, he thought Scorpius had been kidnapped by extreme fans.

When he got on the bus, he asked if everyone was there as usual, and roughly counted the number of people.

But he couldn't find the purple-eyed boy who usually sleeps in the corner.

Terry Lampard also shook his head and said he didn't know where Scorpius had gone.

All they saw was Scorpius carrying his clothes into the bathroom to take a shower.

Carvalho said he saw Scorpius leave with his bag, and he thought he was going to get on the team bus to get on and go to bed early.

But obviously the little player is not in the car now.

Terry said he made two phone calls to Scorpius but both were unsuccessful.

Such a big person, why can't he be found everywhere as if he suddenly evaporated from the world?

Mourinho asked the staff at Old Trafford that they could retrieve the surveillance video of the scene. He was really afraid that the young players would be abducted by someone.

While watching Mourinho on the monitor, he ordered his assistant to take the other players back to the airport by bus, and they had to rush back to London before dark.

And he stayed to find out where the little player went.

Damn it, how could this guy be so troublesome.

The surveillance video on the screen continued to play at double speed. Mourinho sat in the corner and continued to make phone calls while thinking about whether he should find the contact information of Scorpius' parents.

This time, the phone finally got through.

It's fine.

Mourinho couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief the moment he heard his voice, at least it didn't sound like kidnapping or any other sinister plot.

But he was still very angry at Scorpius for leaving the team without saying hello to him in advance, so his lowered voice was also mixed with obvious anger: "Where did you go? If you don't have a reasonable explanation A team ban is as simple as that! Westin!"

"Sorry, boss."

Scorpius raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. He clearly felt a chill in the car, which made him shiver involuntarily: "I accidentally fell asleep."

But the coldness not only did not make him conscious, but he still felt dizzy.Still tired after sleeping in the car.

Mourinho choked, and the words of reproach stuck in his mouth.

He didn't know what to say for a while, and it was understandable that he fell asleep.It has almost become a habit of Scorpius to fall asleep in the car after playing the game... and this game is obviously very exhausting for the young players. The media even gave him a high score of 9 points after the game.There is still champagne on the bus to reward the MVP, and his dedication in this game is obvious to all.

But in what car did Scorpius fall asleep? ? ?

"Where are you?"

Mourinho took a deep breath and decided to at least bring the young player back to London safely.

"exist…"

Scorpius raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, and happened to meet the eyes of Cristiano who was looking up at him in the rearview mirror: "Manchester United's No. 7 car..."

Outrageous.

How could he be with Cristiano Ronaldo?

Mourinho couldn't help pressing his temple: "Why are you with him? Are you friends? If you want to stay in Manchester for one night, at least tell me in advance?"

But in fact he couldn't figure out why he was in Cristiano's car.

He remembered that he opened his car with the car key...

Wait a moment…

Scorpius hesitated for a moment and took out his key from his pocket, feeling dumbfounded for a moment.

What kind of car key is this? This is clearly the key of his own house, not to mention how could he take his car from London to Manchester?

He obviously came here from the hotel with the rest of the team by bus.

"No, boss, I got on the wrong car."

Scorpius sighed and explained: "I might be too sleepy, sorry, I got into the car without checking carefully."

really have you...

Mourinho choked again. In his long playing career and coaching career, this is the first time he has heard of a player who got in the wrong car and fell asleep in the car.

Should he say it's a good thing Scorpius isn't in the car of the United fans?

"Ok."

Mourinho was helpless: "I'm waiting for you at the airport, are you awake now? Take a taxi or come to the airport in any way, okay?"

"I see. Manchester Airport."

Scorpius nodded and sat up with his forehead propped on his palm.

Mourinho has hung up the phone, got up to thank the staff and asked how to get to the airport.

Cristiano here was finally able to ask his doubts. He hurriedly turned his head and asked the Northern Irishman sitting in the back seat: "So when and how did you get up?"

"Open the door and walk up."

Frankly speaking, Scorpius was also very puzzled, how did he come up?

It won't be that Ronaldinho doesn't lock the door at all when he parks.

He turned his head and glanced at the car door. The door was indeed in good condition, and he didn't break it.

"Is that so..." Cristiano's tone was also a little helpless, he guessed that Scorpius was probably in the car when he opened the door to answer the phone, and there was no other chance.

Doesn't he know how to look at the license plate?

But I can even forget that I came by bus. Is it normal to get on the bus without even looking at the license plate?

…normal shit, normal.

How did this man survive until now?After all, he is considered a half-celebrity in the UK, right?Is that how you got into someone else's car?

That's it? That's it?

Fortunately, this is Manchester, not the simple and simple America. When I met a car with a gun, I thought it was haunted. When I turned around, I shot you.

Scorpius sighed.

This time it was really an accident, who would have thought of such a coincidence.

What's more, this time he didn't know why he was more tired than before, and his whole body was sore and uncomfortable after sleeping.

"Sorry to trouble you."

Scorpius picked up his bag and opened the car door: "I'll take a taxi to the airport, excuse me."

It was still raining outside, and the raindrops passed by the dim street lamps and hit the road.

There are very few vehicles on this road, and it may not be easy to get a taxi. Even if you call a taxi driver, you have to wait here for a while.

What's more, Cristiano suspects that he doesn't even know where he is now.

"I'll take you there."

Xiao Luo rolled down the car window and looked at him helplessly.

Why?

Obviously they just lost today, why does he have to send the culprit who caused them to lose home now?

Maybe this is retribution, he shouldn't be boasting about his pretty face all day long, but now the retribution is coming, right?

"no need."

Scorpius shook his head and rejected him: "You go home directly. I'm really sorry about what happened today."

Take a closer look at the car in front of you, which is nothing like your own car except for the color.

Scorpius wrapped his clothes tightly and checked his wallet.

The wallet was bulging, and it seemed that even if he stopped a car casually, he could ask someone to take him to the airport.

"You don't intend to just stop a car and give someone some money to take you to the airport, do you?"

Ronaldinho watched his movements and frowned: "You don't know that this is Manchester, right? Do you know how many people in Manchester are Red Devils fans? Almost all the people living here are Manchester United fans! If you are this I'm afraid Mourinho won't be able to wait for you this night, or even his whole life. Dude, you just killed Manchester United, okay?"

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Scorpius turned his head and blinked at him: "Didn't I get out of your car safely?"

"Yes."

Cristiano looked at him faintly: "That's because I didn't find a suitable crime tool in the car."

He sighed again, opened the car door and got out.

England has been a lot warmer in April, but the rain still brings a lot of coolness.

The drizzle quickly wet his curly black hair, and the broken hair stuck to his forehead.

"Come on, I'll take you to the airport."

Scorpius shook his head and looked at him: "No need, I'm afraid I won't be able to get off if I sit on it again."

Forget it, he didn't want to bother him to do this or that just after he decided to make friends with him.

The Portuguese scratched his hair and looked helpless: "I lied to you, I just sent you to the airport. Let's go, get in the car soon."

This guy not only has a questionable IQ, but why does he even have such a terrible sense of humor?

He took a step closer to Scorpius, trying to pull him straight into the car.

The dim streetlights rarely make the face that looks extremely aggressive on the court look extra soft.

Cristiano raised his hand to hold Scorpius' arm, and opened the rear door with the other hand: "Hurry up, stop dawdling, or I..."

He looked back at Scorpius and tried to rush him, but…

I'm afraid Scorpius really has a hard time with his heart tonight.

Without warning, the young Chelsea player leaned against him, forehead against his shoulder.

"...Or I'll send you to the nearest taxi."

This guy almost hit him directly!

What on earth are you doing!

Xiao Luo's heart was about to explode.

He hastily put his arms around Scorpius' waist to make sure they didn't fall together on the muddy road.

"What are you doing all of a sudden? Scorpius? Get up!"

Chelsea's little player didn't answer him, he was still leaning against him, his forehead resting on the hollow of his shoulder.

The temperature on the forehead felt terribly hot even through a thin layer of clothing.

Cristiano was taken aback, and quickly raised his hand to touch his forehead - yes, he really had a fever.

He even burned to the ground and passed out directly.

I'm afraid it's because the immunity is too weak, and I got sick after a rain.

This guy is going to wait for a taxi here in this state?

Cristiano gritted his teeth and stared at Scorpius lying unconscious on top of him.

With a face full of resentment, he stuffed him into his car.

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