Football God.

Heinrich was drunk, and he knew it when Ronaldo No.20 pulled Heinrich's hand off six times, and was held tightly by this man.

The lights in the corridor are not bright, with some warm ginger yellow, which also makes the color on Heinrich's face look unreal. Even if Ronaldo gets close to Heinrich, he can't tell who this person is at this moment. what's going on.

After all, the expression on Heinrich's face didn't change at all.

But under normal circumstances, this person would never allow his image to relax in the slightest, as it is absolutely impossible for such a behavior to occur now.

Heinrich looked curiously at Ronaldo who suddenly approached him, his blue-green eyes were somewhat moist, and his lips smelled of sweet wine when he opened and closed: "Chris, what are you doing?" When did you grow three eyes?"

Ronaldo helplessly pulled the man's hand that was poking his forehead: "You're drunk, I'll help you back to your room."

But this sentence obviously made Heinrich very dissatisfied. He laughed, and he was as gentle as usual: "No, I'm fine, Chris. In fact, I feel better than usual now. No pain at all, just like when I was healthy."

These words made Ronaldo's temples jump violently, and he almost subconsciously supported Heinrich: "Do you usually... feel pain in your body?"

If it was normal, Heinrich would not say these words. It is courage to show his pain to others to become stronger, but if it is just to win sympathy, it is cowardice.

Heinrich feels that he is a strong man, he has many things to accomplish, and using injuries to please others is not his style.

But maybe it was the effect of alcohol, Heinrich felt light, and after hearing Ronaldo's question, he answered without hesitation: "Well, it should be the sequelae of rehabilitation, even if the body is better, but the brain is still there. I will still remember the pain, and it will come back from time to time." He said, Heinrich tilted his head, "But it's okay, it's much better than that time, and I take medicine on time every day, no Something will happen."

In fact, Ronaldo doesn't know much about medical knowledge, nor has he dabbled in psychology, but just relying on Heinrich's few words, he knows that although the person in front of him is weak, he will definitely not grow up or not. Good bones and muscles. After all, this person's family cares so much about him. If he has not recovered, he will never be sent to Leeds United alone.

But physical recovery does not mean psychological recovery, just like he is afraid of the dark and thunder, which is probably also a part of his psychological shadow.

Ronaldo is not a doctor, he has no way to give effective advice, all he can do is to tell this person his concern with some futile comfort that he doesn't like: "Everything is over, I mean, Ai Del, you can do what you want now, anything, maybe you'd like to go to sleep?"

Heinrich shook his head, looked at Ronaldo with clean eyes: "Would you like to play poker with me?"

Unexpectedly, this person would make such a request. Ronaldo was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously said, "There are only two of us..."

"Two people are fine, let's play the easiest one." Heinrich said, and he walked to his room first, but just walked towards the wall, and Ronaldo was frightened. The person hugged the other person's waist firmly.

In an instant, the ordinary tooth star was in a trance.

This person seems to be thinner than when I hugged it last time...

Heinrich sighed, reached out and touched the Portuguese's head, muttering in his heart that this person is really clingy, but he tolerated Ronaldo's "nonsense" very considerately and magnanimously, and happily took him to fight. poker.

Ronaldo couldn't beat him, and was curious about what Heinrich's bedroom looked like, so he followed him in.

Soon, Ronaldo visited Heinrich's bedroom, and even sat on the big bed, bearing the rapid progress that did not represent the relationship.

Because in the next hour, Ronaldo went from being calm at the beginning to being defeated later, and finally collapsed, staring blankly at Heinrich in front of him speechless.

There are not many poker tricks that two people can play. Since Ronaldo is not good at these, Heinrich taught him a game that is purely luck-pull the train.

A set of cards, one half for each person, stack the poker one by one without looking at the cards, whoever can get the same number as the above card can take away all the cards in the middle, and whoever wins the other party first Whoever wins.

There is no technology, no psychological warfare, and even no sense of cheating, Ronaldo readily agreed, after all, you can never lose again when you play this child's game with a drunk person.

It's a pity that when Ronaldo lost the seventh hand, he had to admit that even if this person doesn't become a coach and plays poker every day, he can become a world champion!

"I won again." Heinrich smiled and looked at Ronaldo who was sitting opposite him. His hands pressed the soft bed, and his face was very pure and happy.

This smile also greatly soothed the heart of Ronaldo, who was in a mess. Even though he and Heinrich have a good relationship, this person will still be polite when facing him, which will be the case at any time. The princely reserve never disappeared from Heinrich.

It is different now, under the influence of red wine, everything about Heinrich has settled down, and what remains is a clean and pure color, and his eyes are brighter than usual, and he can feel trembling in his heart when staring at people.

"Yes, you won again." Ronaldo congratulated softly with a smile on his face.

Heinrich looked at Ronaldo for a while, then looked down at the spoils in front of him, and slightly pursed the corners of his lips.

In the six hands of cards just now, Ronaldo has already lost all the belongings he brought with him to Heinrich, and even the pair of diamond earrings on her ears were taken by Heinrich. At this moment, Ronaldo has only himself except for his clothes.

Ronaldo himself may be more willing to agree to this matter with his body, but unfortunately he knows that Heinrich will not agree.

He glanced at the slightly bulging thing in Ronaldo's pocket, because without the obstruction of the jacket, a piece of suit trousers suddenly popped out, which was very conspicuous. Heinrich pointed his finger: "What is that?"

Ronaldo didn't reach out to take it out, just smiled: "Good stuff."

"What?" As if he didn't hear clearly, the blond man reached out to touch it, only to feel that it was bulging there, and Heinrich wanted to grab it out of curiosity to have a look.

But this hand was stopped by Ronaldo halfway, he coughed lightly, took out a small square box from his pocket, but didn't open it, just shook his head: "This is an important thing, I can't give it to you today .”

Since he couldn't give it to Heinrich and didn't force it, he looked Ronaldo up and down, and Heinrich came up with a good idea: "Belt, I want this."

Ronaldo looked down at his belt. He was a little fortunate and a little sorry that Heinrich didn't say that he would take off his clothes but just took off his belt.

As for what is a pity, Ronaldo will not say it, even to himself, he will not admit it.

He simply reached out and removed his belt, pulled it out, and put it in front of Heinrich. Ronaldo didn't seem to feel any distress: "I'll send you off."

Heinrich smiled. To him, he didn't care how much these things were worth. He just enjoyed the thrill of being a winner.

Whether it's a football match or a card game, the one who always wins is the happiest.

It's just that Heinrich didn't know that even if the person in front of him lost until now, he was happy to let the villain in his heart perform a barb hat-trick there.

After gathering the poker, Ronaldo is shuffling the cards. He doesn't know how to shuffle the cards, but uses the simplest method to fiddle with them back and forth. His eyes are on Heinrich: "Do you want to continue?"

"Yeah." Heinrich nodded vigorously, but immediately touched his throat with some discomfort.

Ronaldo immediately put the poker aside, jumped out of bed, stepped on the soft wool carpet with bare feet, went to the table and poured a glass of water for Heinrich, but when he turned around, he saw the young man who was still in good spirits just now At this moment, the man was lying on the bed with his soft pillow in his arms, and he seemed to be asleep when he closed his eyes.

The Portuguese strode to the window, pulled out the pillow, but found that he could not get it out, so he simply sat on the edge of the bed, easily hugged Heinrich's shoulder with one hand, and said softly: "Edel , drink some water and go to sleep."

"No medicine..." Heinrich frowned slightly and muttered.

"Only drink water, don't take medicine." Ronaldo's voice was very soft, letting him be gentle and careful that he couldn't feel it himself.

Heinrich didn't even open his eyes, but tilted his head slightly and moved closer to the water glass. He felt his throat feel comfortable after taking two sips, so he lifted his chin. Ronaldo put the glass aside, and then put Heinrich flat. , picked up the quilt on the side and covered this person.

In the next second, Heinrich turned over and kicked the quilt off.

"..." Ronaldo never thought about this kind of development, so he quickly picked up the cup, covered it, and pressed another pillow beside it.

Heinrich quickly became honest. It wasn't the pillow that played a role, but Heinrich, who quickly fell into a deep sleep under the influence of alcohol, could no longer remember kicking the cup away.

Exhaling a breath, Ronaldo was ready to leave after making sure that the person had fallen asleep.

But when he put his hand on the doorknob, Ronaldo's movements suddenly stopped.

Turning back slowly, his eyes were indescribably bright.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Hai: What is that in your pants, take it out and let me see

Ronaldo: I'll show you later

Mr. Hai: No, I want to watch it now!

Moritz who came out of nowhere: that Ronaldo, draw the knife

Ronaldo: ...?