Football God.

Rooney looked through his phone with great interest. In fact, he didn’t know much about Heinrich. As a straight man, Rooney basically marveled at the man’s height, which was taller than Wenger’s, and his miraculous formation. For the formation, I am not very impressed with the others.

After all, caring about another male compatriot’s clothing and taste is not something everyone would do. Rooney cares more about football, and rarely cares about other things. After all, there are designers for styling and photographers for advertising. Why should he worry? ?

But Ronaldo was different. He jumped up from the ground as if a spring had been installed, strode towards Rooney, and then reached out and took the phone from Rooney's hand...

Rooney immediately widened his eyes in anger, and reached out to grab it back, but Ronaldo had a few centimeters advantage in height, and Rooney had no choice but to raise his arms high!

Nani on the side looked at Rooney bouncing around like a little potato and said helplessly, "Wayne, give up, you can't grab it."

"Why!" That's my phone, mine!

Nani gave the answer straightforwardly: "Because you are short."

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Well said honest man!

Hell Nani, what happened to 1.7 meters eight!Have you eaten your rice yet?

Giving up on catching Ronaldo to grab the phone, Rooney nodded and rushed towards Nani, completely unaware that his truth had angered the chubby Nani, turned his head and ran away with a dazed expression on his face!

Ronaldo didn't have time to care about their bickering, he quickly looked at Twitter, and then his eyes were pierced by the comments inside.

'Yo hoo~ Mr. Hai first interacted with An Niu, and then Messi liked it, which gave me some ideas. '

'The excavator just dug Real Madrid, is it going to dig Barcelona now? '

"It would be great if we could really poach Messi. Didn't you see that Messi confessed to Barcelona on Twitter just now... Also, who told Messi to use Twitter to be as disciplined as writing essays?" Moments to write punctuation in paragraphs?Neither emoji! '

'That's it!Look at Torres, who knows how to take a selfie, Mei Xiaoxi won't give anything! '

'...please don't mention selfies, every time I see a picture of Messi I want to grab a pair of scissors and cut his hair off! '

'Antonella started to like like crazy... Anniu, can you be more reserved? '

'The likes are basically from Mr. Hai's dressing guide on Twitter, and Antonella is a person with ideas. '

'quick!see more!Give me the tracksuit that Messi usually wears! '

' Then urge him to lose weight!Force him to lose weight with Gua Shuai! '

'Shut up!Messi is already very thin!What else do you want to eat grass every day! '

'So now the conclusion is that Hai always can't dig Messi, Messi's little girlfriend is learning how to dress, Messi likes and always expresses friendship? '

'Seriously, can I eat Jaime then?Always felt kind of weird. '

'The cutest height difference, you can eat it! '

'...LS you cult!Kick you to death!Open your mouth and plug it into a sea of ​​fire, Luo Hai, calm down for me! '

Ronaldo's eyebrows were a little twitched, of course, it cannot be denied that it was the result of the blood flowing back when he raised his hand for too long...

Feeling that Rooney has started to move the box and is about to step on it and climb on him, Ronaldo put the mobile phone back on Rooney, and walked towards the locker room with arrogance.

"What happened to him?" Nani asked curiously with an honest face.

Rooney rolled his eyes towards the sky, and said angrily: "Who knows, people who fall in love are always weird."

Nani poked Rooney with his elbow: "I've always been curious, why do you know Chris is in love?"

Rooney looked around, then put his arms around Nani's neck, and whispered, "I saw a glass box in Chris's locker, do you know what's in it?"

Nani shook his head. Although he and Ronaldo were teammates in the locker room, their relationship was not good enough to look at each other's lockers.

Rooney laughed and said, "A paper rose!"

"...So?" Nani was a little confused.

"Rose! Oh my God, Luis, how did you get your girlfriend!" Rooney stared at Nani with eyes as blue as the sea.

Nani looked innocent: "What's wrong with the rose? When I went to dinner yesterday, a girl gave me a red rose and praised me for playing football."

Rooney was taken aback: "Is Daniela there?"

"Yes, but she was talking to someone else at the time, not at the table." After Nani finished speaking, her face showed a puzzled expression, obviously a little strange to her girlfriend's reaction, "But Daniela seemed very strange last night. Not happy, and I don't quite understand why."

Rooney patted Nani on the shoulder. He felt that two pats were not enough, so he took a few more. He really couldn't figure out whether it was a pity for the girl who was wrong, or because the elm lump was able to catch up with the girl. Friends rejoice.

After returning to the locker room, Ronaldo took out his mobile phone, and after closing the door, he was about to call Heinrich. At this moment, he saw the latest trend on Twitter.

Messi paid attention to Heinrich, and Heinrich returned...

=. =

How long did it take me and Adrian to communicate with each other?

About half a year?

Gee!

The last hesitation just now was thrown away, and Ronaldo immediately dialed Heinrich's cell phone, but after dialing, he didn't know what he was going to say.

How do you know Messi?

Are you really going to poach Messi?

Adrian, are you a Real Madrid fan or a Barcelona fan?

Suddenly felt that neither was suitable, Ronaldo hung up the phone at once, and then sat on the chair in the dressing room with a slight frown as if thinking about something, tapping his fingertips on his knees lightly, he hadn't thought about it at all This little trick once belonged to some blond trainer.

Heinrich, who was about to answer the phone, looked at the missed calls on the phone in a strange way. Antonella on the side was diligently asking Heinrich about those suits that were well matched and could be customized for non-noble players. At the tailor shop, she was holding a pen at the moment, and asked curiously, "Adrian, what's wrong?"

Heinrich shook his head with a smile when he heard the words, put the phone back in his pocket and said, "It's okay, where are we talking?"

"The matching of cufflinks... But before that, Adrian, you seem a little uneasy?" Antonella is a very considerate little girl, who can keenly detect the introverted Messi without the slightest mood swings. Donella can naturally tell the changes in Heinrich very quickly.

Heinrich didn't hide it from him. For Heinrich, it is a gentleman's decency not to disappoint any good girl's request, but he will not choose to be perfunctory at this moment: "Yes, I'm a little worried about...the person who called."

Antonella closed the notebook with a smile, and said, "Then go and make a phone call. This restaurant has a cubicle that can be locked and completely soundproofed. You don't have to worry about it."

"Thank you."

Heinrich and Mendes said something, then stood up and walked quickly to the compartment.

Antonella held her chin with a smile, tilted her head slightly and said, "Adrian's Twitter status is wrong."

"What?" Mendez looked over and asked with a smile.

"He should be being pursued instead." Antonella said with a smile.

Mendes smiled relievedly: "No, Adrian is still single, I can be sure that no one is by his side."

Messi, who has never liked gossip, didn't say anything, but looked at Antonella with his eyes. The two exchanged a tacit look, and began to surround Mendes, "Leo, you can completely transfer some of the business. Leave it to me" to start the discussion.

Heinrich walked to the cubicle at the suggestion of the waiter, opened the door and walked in.

This place is not completely closed like a matchbox as he imagined, it is more like a lounge, with windows and flowers, facing the street, and you can see the beautiful evening scenery outside.

But every place has been soundproofed, and there are only a few silent fans around the roof that are well hidden, quiet and private.

Heinrich dialed Ronaldo's cell phone, and within two rings, the call was connected: "Adrian."

Hearing the familiar Portuguese, Heinrich breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the soft sofa chair, and said with a smile, "Good afternoon Chris, did you call me just now for something?"

The other side of the phone was quiet for a few seconds, and Heinrich heard Ronaldo's voice that was completely indistinguishable from usual: "I want to congratulate you on winning the Spaniard, a wonderful game."

Heinrich felt a little surprised. After all, it was almost three hours before the end of the game. The congratulations at this time seemed a bit late, but Heinrich still smiled and said: "Thank you, Manchester United's performance in the Champions League group stage is also very good. outstanding."

If you follow the usual routine, after saying this sentence, Heinrich will inevitably hear Ronaldo's proud and low-key self-boasting. For Heinrich, who thinks that Ronaldo's ability is good enough, Ronaldo Every sentence he said seemed very sincere, and the two of them completely expressed their sincerity in their business relationship.

But this time Ronaldo asked him a question: "Adrian."

"Ok?"

"Which do you think is better, Barcelona or Real Madrid?"

Heinrich didn't think this question was abrupt. After all, the whole world was discussing the pros and cons of these two La Liga giants. Heinrich looked relaxed: "You shouldn't ask me this question, after all, I am Players from Real Madrid, I have my own feelings for them, so naturally I won't speak ill of Real Madrid." The voice paused, "But if you let them play a game now, there is a [-]% chance that Real Madrid will lose."

"why?"

"There are many reasons, maybe because I robbed them of Kaka?" Heinrich was obviously very relaxed, and he was still in the mood to joke.

Ronaldo leaned against the cabinet and muttered softly: "So, you are still a Real Madrid fan."

"Of course, without a doubt."

This made Ronaldo heave a sigh of relief. He clenched his fists, sat up straight suddenly, straightened his back, and said, "Adrian, there is one thing I think I..."

"Ding!"

Heinrich glanced at the phone screen and said, "Chris, I have another call coming in, I thought maybe we could talk later?"

Cristiano Ronaldo let go of his clenched fist, and he pursed his lips, with a smile on his face: "It's okay, I'm going to train, and it will be a long time in the future."

Heinrich did not suspect him, smiled and said goodbye to each other politely, then hung up the phone, and then Heinrich quickly connected another call: "Mr. Byron, what's the matter?"

And from the other side of the phone, Byron's angry voice came: "Sir, those bloody Spanish policemen have captured our fans! There are thirteen of them, and Cecil is also inside!"

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Castle ([-])

In the far west, there is a newly revived country called Leeds United.

King Heinrich of Leeds United led his courtiers and knights to fight north and south, temporarily establishing their status, but they have an old enemy located far away in Manchester, thriving under the leadership of the great Ferguson, and always Moment and Leeds United are on the verge of firing!

Duke Alan Smith, who was once captured by Manchester United and now returned to Leeds United, led his troops back after a battle and brought a letter of war.

Manchester United Viscount Cristiano, leading the troops, is about to set off!

The war between the two sides is imminent!

[It has nothing to do with the text, it's written for fun, I don't know if there is a second 2333333]