[Football] Anti-system

The size of the locker room is neither small nor spacious, but it feels empty at the moment.

Not sure why this is.

The lights are so bright that even those in the room feel their hands are glowing when they stretch out their hands.

Scorpius lowered his head.

Turning over his hand and looking at his palm, the slender and well-articulated fingers were even a little abnormally white under the light.

He was in a trance for a while, and he didn't know why he was suddenly envious of Cristiano Ronaldo's complexion.

The meridian on the palm loomed, and Scorpius turned his wrist at several different angles.

Observed very carefully.

In the next second, he lowered his head, hugged his legs and curled up his body.

Unbearable.

No matter how hard he tried to look like he didn't care, the Manchester United game in May was still stuck in his throat like a fishbone.

Such as knuckles in the throat.

There is no light in the western suburbs of London.

He may indeed have felt some hope from his teammates and the head coach, but it is far from enough.

How can I get rid of this nightmare-like death that follows me everywhere?

I want to live well.

Want to be like a normal person.

Biting his lower lip, he couldn't help smiling bitterly.

He can't do it, he can't be the perfect self in everyone's eyes.

The piercing and sharp ringing of the telephone suddenly tore through the dead silence in the room.

The mobile phone kept vibrating in his hand, Scorpius was taken aback, the hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly, and the pitch-black mobile phone fell to the ground.

Scorpius lowered his head, picked up the phone from the ground, and pressed the answer button.

"..." He heard nothing, only weak breathing and small and noisy background voices told him that it was not something wrong with the signal of the mobile phone.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, and there was some doubt in his eyes.

When he picked up the phone just now, he didn't see who was calling, but subconsciously wanted to stop the annoying and noisy voice, so he quickly answered the phone.

After a few seconds of silence, the person on the other end of the phone understood that he didn't intend to start a topic, so this little machine that Scorpius didn't like very much finally rang a voice belonging to a person he was familiar with: " uh... are you there? I was taking a shower just now."

It's Cristiano Ronaldo.

Scorpius raised the corners of his lips involuntarily.

The meaning of this sentence is that he didn't deliberately not answer the phone or return the message, that is, tell him in disguise that he is not angry with him, right?

"I see, Chris. I'm calling to tell you..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Ronaldo without hesitation.

Mr. Ronaldo, who was wearing only a towel around his waist, gave a warning glance to Rooney and Ferdinand, who refused to leave, and walked back to the bathroom, trying to reduce the noise they could hear as much as possible.

"Who is your name Chris?"

He held the phone to his ear, feeling a little helpless with the foam on his head.

But more importantly Scorpius.

Who called him Chris?

He always liked men calling him Ronaldo and women calling him Cristiano.Chris, a more intimate title, is reserved for close friends.

Scorpius hooked his lips into a smile, and teased, "Could it be that I'm still calling the third person's name while you're on the phone?"

Humph.

Don't think you can get away with just a joke, what he meant was: "Don't call me Chris!"

We're not that close at all, are we? !

"why?"

Although the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see it, Scorpius still blinked suspiciously and tilted his head slightly: "But I think this title is very good, very... handsome, and it sounds good."

"Anyway, you are not allowed to bark!"

Mr. Ronaldo is not willing to back down, this is his principle.

It doesn't work to blow rainbow skin!

"Ok."

If you don't let it bark, don't let it bark. Faced with this kind of arrogant cat, you have to stroke along its fur.

Scorpius complied naturally. "Ronnie, I mean, I apologize for what I did before, and I beg your forgiveness."

snort!

Sure enough, he didn't sincerely want to be friends with him. He just said that, and this person didn't even insist on it!

Mr. Ronaldo pouted, feeling very dissatisfied.

So he gave a heavy "hum" to express that he didn't accept his apology at all.

He hummed this "hmph" so hard that Ferdinand, who was sitting in the locker room with Rooney and eavesdropping, suppressed a laugh and hammered Rooney's thigh: "Pig humming."

Rooney stared at him hard.

Scorpius's head buzzed.

He thought that as long as he answered the phone, their affairs would be over.I didn't expect Mr. Ronaldo to be so disrespectful and throw his temper on the phone openly.

Scorpius was a little dazed for a moment, not knowing how to deal with such a situation.

He pressed the phone to his ear with one hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with the other.Feeling a little headache: "Then what do you have to do, so that you are willing to forgive me?"

Xiao Luo continued to snort.

At least not to show your sincerity?

At least to be worthy of the almost dry lather on my head.

"Chris..." "Huh?"

Cristiano raised his eyebrows, reminding him.

"I mean, I..." Scorpius parted his lips, unable to speak for a moment.

He has never encountered such a situation since he was a child.

One is that he almost never makes any mistakes, and the other is that his reasons are usually very reasonable and sufficient.

For example, he was late because he was blocked at the door by reporters, which was simply force majeure.

He really didn't know what he should do to save Ronaldinho.

The few times he communicated with his classmates quickly flashed through his mind. The things they mentioned were meaningless and were just topics used to strike up a conversation.

Like how to apologize to a girl.

However, are those things applicable to Ronaldinho?

With a bitter face, Scorpius tentatively said: "It's all my fault, I will never do this again next time."

"Be kind and forgive me, generous Mr. Ronaldo. Just treat me as a stupid little cat lying on the fence. Forgive me. I will bring you some dried fish next time we meet."

puff.

what? What?

The cautious Mr. Ronaldo quickly took the phone away from him, lest Scorpius hear his muffled laughter.

But Scorpius laughed first instead: "Please, I will bring you my best Stargazing Pie."

Luxurious small dried fish.

The smile on Cristiano's face stopped abruptly, and he quickly retrieved the phone: "Stop! Are you sincere?"

"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you mercifully... absolutely sincerely hope that you will forgive me."

Scorpius blinked: "If you don't bring the Stargazing Pie, don't bring it. I'll treat you to something delicious."

Durian Bitter Gourd Chicken Breast Juice.

This guy.

Cristiano was a little dumbfounded for a while: "Okay, okay, stop talking, I barely forgive you. There is no end to one set of one set."

"okay!"

Scorpius smiled: "As expected of the amiable Mr. Ronaldo. I love you the most, Chris."

"? You wait for me."

Cristiano stopped him from continuing to touch his behavior with a barren sense of humor: "Who told you to call Chris?"

"Chris Chris Chris Chris—" Is this guy only three and a half years old?

Cristiano rolled his eyes.

Continue to chat with him casually along the topic of Scorpius.

It's nothing more than recent training, competitions and the like.

But Cristiano is still brooding over his performance after the last game.

It's so weird.

But it was difficult for him to mention that game to him, it was like a kitten scratching his heart with its paws, it was so itchy that he couldn't ask.

Seeing that if he continued to chat, the foam on his head might really dry up.

Mr. Ronaldo decided to end the conversation with him. He said, "I'm going to take a shower. Be careful next time, don't flush your head with cold water. When you are in a bad state, you are prone to catch a cold and have a fever."

Scorpius gave an "um", thinking that he was just an ordinary greeting.

But suddenly remembered something, couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips: "I see."

Although Mr. Ronaldo looks carefree, he is similar to other players on the field, careless and careless.But the mind is surprisingly delicate.

Scorpius knew that he was talking about the last Champions League semi-final.

Before Xiao Luo came, he washed his face with cold water to wake up.Then he flushed his head with cold water, his hair and clothes might have been wet by then.

If they didn't break up unhappy before, I didn't ignore him and turned to leave.Maybe Cristiano will warn him like this at the end.

A warm current could not help but slip through my heart.

Scorpius stopped him involuntarily: "Wait a minute, don't hang up the phone yet. I have something to ask you."

Cristiano's hand reaching for the towel stopped involuntarily, what else is there?

If you don't hang up the phone again, the foam on your head may really not be washed off.

What else did Scorpius want to tell him?

Do you want to discuss treating yourself to dinner?Or could it be that he wanted to talk to him about his strange behavior?

"Asked me what?"

Cristiano was puzzled.

Silence suddenly replaced the sound on the other end of the phone.

Intuition told him that this question might be important.

Therefore, Cristiano waited very patiently.

Scorpius lowered his eyes and clenched his fists.Looking at the protruding bones and faintly visible blood vessels on the back of his hand, he took a deep breath.

Purple eyes stared at his hand, but his sight was already wandering.

"Chris... can I... lose?"

His voice was so small that he was like a student who was suddenly called up by the teacher to answer questions in class but knew nothing.It almost made Cristiano think he heard it wrong.

Scorpius was asking himself if he could lose?What's the meaning?He wants to play match-fixing? ? ?

Couldn't help but wonder, "Huh?" Cristiano frowned: "What did you say? What do you mean?"

"You said last time that people will always fail, which means that failure is also okay, right?"

Scorpius couldn't help being a little nervous, and when he stopped talking, he could even hear his own violent heartbeat clearly.

Perhaps for anyone, this is an unclear and even ridiculous question.

But for him, getting an affirmative answer is very important.

"So, can I lose too?"

The author has something to say: can I have many comments?

I really want to add more, but every time I see the number of comments, I cry qvqp.s. Scorpius’s words are from Murakami: “You just treat me as a monkey on the back mountain, please forgive me. I will pick it up next time some acorns for you."

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