[Football] Anti-system

Scorpius was taken aback.

There seemed to be a strange tingling sensation in the fingertips holding the phone.

It's too strange.

He has met too many people since he was a child, and everyone has more or less conflicts of interest with him.

He knew what everyone wanted from him, or what everyone expected in response.

So what does Cristiano want from him?

What did he expect himself to do?

he does not know.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground. They had only started with a misunderstanding.

Originally, they were supposed to be just two strangers who had little to do with each other. Maybe they would only see each other's wonderful performances on the court.

...Yes, why on earth did the system let itself try to get close to him?

If the system is responding to people's expectations.

So whose expectation is this?

Scorpius couldn't figure it out.

What if the initial expectation came from Beckham?He may want to teach Manchester United's new generation No. 7 a lesson, but that task is the only one that does not have the conditions to obliterate it.

Why is this again?

What is the conflict?

Is it his own expectations?

Didn't he wish he had done that?

Scorpius bowed his head in thought.

He was silent for so long that Mr. Ronaldo on the other end of the phone was a little anxious, and even thought he had said something wrong: "Scorpius? Can you hear me? Hey, I'm just talking casually, if you ...Just pretend that I didn't say anything."

Scorpius held the phone: "Sorry, I was just in a daze. Thank you, saying this means a lot to me."

He didn't want to lose, he just wanted to know if he could get even a hug when he failed.

He just wants some warmth and sunshine.

He just wanted to get a sentence that was okay.

He is not a genius.

He is especially insensitive to language, and he inevitably made mistakes when he learned various languages ​​over and over at a young age.

It's really tiring, but no matter how hard he tries, as long as the result does not meet expectations, it is a failure.

What he had to face was no comforting words, only the dark and cold stairwell.

Death is probably the same as being in the stairwell.

The sticky darkness covered the small room, the cold and damp feeling swept through every inch of the flesh and bones, and the hunger kept clamoring.No matter how loudly he cried, there was no response, so he also learned not to cry.

It's no use crying because no one will care.

He later learned to curl up in the stairwell, hugging his trembling knees.Containing tears, staring blankly at the darkness, and being with nothingness.

Live by dying, cry by laughing.

Take the possible as the impossible.

He prayed to all things in the world, but received no answer.

So I stood up by myself and lived as if nothing had happened.

It's just that he still envies that those children who can be wronged and cry when they fail will get a hug, get a "it's okay", and get all the comfort.

Scorpius raised the corners of his lips and showed a faint smile. He closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly: "Thank you, Chris."

"…um. Nothing."

Cristiano coughed lightly, and tried to cover up his hot cheeks with his hands: "By the way, I want to ask one more question."

Scorpius quietly waited for him to ask questions, but Xiao Luo on the other end of the phone seemed to be waiting for his affirmative answer before asking questions.

Silence began to creep through the receiver.

Scorpius smiled silently, with a little helplessness in his purple eyes: "You ask."

"You said before...I mean, I didn't cry on the court. I just got something in my eye, and you saw it."

Why are you still discussing this issue?

He thought the issue was already over.

Scorpius nodded: "so?"

"I... well, I just don't understand what you're saying. Why are you saying that?"

The person on the other end of the phone was full of weirdness.

He starts by telling him to "help him".

Then tell him that tears are for those who care about him.

Scorpius lowered his eyes and lightly clasped the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb: "I just don't like to cry."

"I can't believe you haven't cried all your life."

Scorpius shrugged, and seriously felt that Ronaldinho's speech was a bit naive: "Maybe I have cried enough when I was a baby."

Cristiano held back for a long time: "You know what? The subtext of your words is like 'I don't cry because no one cares about me. So can you care about me? I want to cry for you.'"?

? ?

Where did this imaginative young student Cristiano hear so many subtexts?

Scorpius didn't even think about it, and directly denied: "You think too much, this kind of line sounds disgusting, and even a third-rate script would not write like this."

"But..." Ronaldinho hadn't finished speaking when Lampard's head popped out of the wall.

Lampard breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his figure: "I finally found you, Scorpius, what are you doing here? Let's go, everyone is waiting for you."

Scorpius nodded and interrupted Cristiano: "If it's still early, I'll call you and hang up first."

Lampard patted him on the shoulder and teased him: "What's wrong? I answered the phone right after I got off the plane, and I secretly hid in a small corner to call for fear of being overheard. Who is it? Finally made a girlfriend?"

He also winked at him: "Don't worry, tell me, I will never tell them."

Scorpius shook his head amusedly: "It's not a girlfriend. It's just one of my fans."

"Ok."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Lampard simply skipped the topic: "By the way, do you want to know what was written on the manager's note at the end?"

Almost everyone knew the contents of the little note that saved the game, except Scorpius.

Scorpius was also really puzzled, what was written on the little note that Mourinho passed on to the field?

"I think so, so what did you write?"

Lampard mysteriously took out a small note and handed it directly to Scorpius: "Look for yourself."

Scorpius opened the note full of doubts, and there was a line of scrawled words on it: "Give the ball to Scorpius."

He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "The head coach really trusts me."

"Facts have also proved that his vision of seeing people is not wrong."

Lampard patted him on the shoulder: "You saved Chelsea."

Cristiano looked at the phone silently.

He had wanted to work up the courage to tell him.

he cares.

He slumped back on the bed, raising his arms to shield his face.

He must have lost his mind somewhere to want to say such a thing.

Fortunately, Scorpius hung up the phone in time.

Cristiano took a long breath.

The author has something to say: add update x4, the add update of the long comment is finished!

It's a bit short, cough, after all, the last chapter was 4000 ~ the total is [-].

You should understand when you see this, right?In fact, the "killing" of the system is not killing, it's just the stairwell.But Scorpius thought it was obliteration.so.

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