[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

Cristiano, who had been struggling all night and didn't sleep, took his soccer ball and sneaked out of the room when he saw that the sky outside was a bit dim. After all, he was not ready to face his father, who had long been blurred in his memory. He Cixiang accompanied him until the end of her life.

When he was barefoot on the soil of San Antonio, he had time to let his chaotic brain empty, and the moment his feet finally touched the ball, his heart instantly became ethereal.The surrounding streets were as dilapidated as they were a hundred years ago, but it was so early that no one even got up. Cristiano took the ball along the dusty trail with a rare calm expression on his face.

He still remembers when he was the youngest, food and shelter were very precious, and of course there would be no Santa Claus during Christmas, and the football under his feet was obtained from the amateur club by his father on the basis of his position. One of the best that ri can bring.And their dwelling--

Cristiano skillfully stopped the ball, took a breath, turned around silently after a little bit of indignation at his current physical strength, squinted his eyes and looked for his own shadow in the densely packed houses.

Their house, a simple roof shelter with no heat or protection from the powerful summer coastal storms and lightning, had the best and most supportive family in the world.That being the case, what did he have to be afraid of?

What's more, although Cristiano Ronaldo came from a slum, he has walked on an extraordinary road all his life, and everything in the future belongs to him.

Come on, he's the best player in the world!Thinking so confidently, he tiptoed to catch the ball with his shoulder, followed by a powerful volley.The football draws a beautiful parabola, and then bounces along the slope to an unknown front under his dumbfounded gaze.

"..." Cristiano, former local tyrant, now poor, knew that he only had such a football before going to Sporting Lisbon. With an expression that looked like he was about to cry, he rushed in the direction the ball flew away.

When he finally catches up, out of breath, to the football, it is safe in the hands of the stronger boy from the other group.So subconsciously, he yelled at the man: "Hey! That's my ball!"

When they heard his voice, everyone's eyes were focused on him with surprise, but what Cristiano didn't expect was that the other party completely showed a pure malicious expression - with a child's unique The kind of innocent cruelty.

"Isn't this Ronaldo from Northwest? Why, this ball belongs to you?" He flipped the ball in his hand and looked at him with a playful smile.

Cristiano had sharply stopped his steps.Although the ones in front of him are all children, he has seen the malice on their faces before - on the court, any defensive player of any team he faces uses such a look of facing the enemy and leading the way. She looked at him with a malicious expression so obvious that she couldn't hide her smile.

In other words, these are the culprits who have left a deep childhood shadow on my young self, causing me to not even go to school and just stay at home to play football?

"It's mine, give me the ball back."

"Why do I have to give it back to you? Your name is written on this ball?" Yano must have blown up and even rushed to fight them, but who is he?He is Cristiano 100 years from now!What haven't you experienced?He has even been suppressed by that little Messi for four years, and he will still be angry because of the childish words of these bastards?

...Obviously, yes.A century seems to be just an illusion. His mental age has completely ignored the word "1" in front of him, and he has stayed at five years old.

"Let's compare." Before he could react, he had already said so. "Let's compete in dribbling, and whoever wins will have the ball."

The children were also stunned when they heard this sentence. After all, they knew that the ball suddenly rolled down the slope, and then Cristiano chased after it. The ball must belong to him. They just wanted to give him this It's just a lesson for the boy who never knew the heights of the sky and the earth.

But now when they heard that there was a chance to get this football, several children from relatively poor families looked at each other, and then nodded in agreement at the same time.

First, a few of them were dribbling, and Cristiano stood aside and took a deep breath, his face full of seriousness.Can you not be serious?

His long-standing memory slowly recovered, he remembered that it was at this time, the dribbling time of the game, he obviously won but it was only by a hair, his football was almost taken away, until his brother Hugo passed by after school He helped him fight with those kids before he saved the football he regarded as his second life.

It was also after this time that he began to realize the importance of football in his life. It was also after this time that he no longer wanted to go to school, and just concentrated on practicing his football skills.

It was after that day that Cristiano Ronaldo made up his mind to embark on the path of a professional player.

But now, without Hugo to save him, he can only do it by himself.

Perhaps half a century later, when people mention him, they will only remember him as a terrifying scoring machine. His specialty is scoring goals, scoring goals non-stop, stably and efficiently.But if you count decades back, what is the first thing people think of when they mention him?

Dribbling, fancy, beautiful, lightning-like extraordinary footwork.Even if his physical fitness can't keep up now, and there are no goals around for him to show off his unrivaled shooting skills, but his skills and experience are integrated into his soul, isn't it just a matter of casually dealing with a few brats?

Unsurprisingly, he won the competition with an absolute advantage, and through the second contest of his life, he confirmed two things again.

First, I definitely won at that time, and the degree to which these children stumbled against their Kid King and him is completely two levels.Fortunately, this time I was faster.

Second, children can turn faces faster than books.

When he stopped the ball and stood aside to breathe lightly, those few people seemed to have not recovered from their senses for a long time, until they regained their senses, they rushed up again in a swarm.Just when he thought he was going to make up for the gang fights that he didn't suffer in his previous life and the ones in this life, they surrounded him. "Cristiano, you are so amazing!" "When did you master that technique? It's so cool!" He was talking about the cycling behavior of Cristiano when he surpassed others just now.So in a dizzy situation, Cristiano was surrounded by a group of children and walked to school noisy and talking about various topics about football.

"Hey, wait, Cris!" Suddenly Hugo's voice came from behind, and Cristiano subconsciously turned around, and saw his brother standing not far away, panting, and he was relieved to see that he was fine. "Why did you run out without breakfast? Go home quickly, mom is looking for you everywhere."

Cristiano, who was holding the football, realized the hunger in his belly at this time.After a night of hunger and a lot of exercise in the morning, he is now almost hungry.After saying goodbye to his friends, he followed his brother towards home, bouncing the ball while walking.

"Cris, did those people bully you?" Hugo finally couldn't help interrupting his younger brother's performance when he was halfway there, and looked at him seriously.And Cristiano just parked the football on his shoulder, then picked it up, and landed on the instep. The black and white elf flew up and down and was obedient, which was pleasing to the eye.

"I'm fine, Hugo, they didn't take advantage of me," he replied so easily, without breaking any of the work on his feet.

Moreover, now I am sure that I am not playing football for the sake of emotional disputes, but I like this sport, and I will play football if I like to do it. Being able to see clearly, even Cristiano couldn't help but thank God again from the bottom of his heart.

Speaking of God, his thoughts immediately wandered to Sao Paulo in Brazil.Is it because that person believes in God so devoutly because there are too many miracles happening around him?

Just like the current him, he suddenly has an unknown fear of God.

At this time, the system that had been quiet for a long time suddenly heard a cheerful ding-dong sound, which frightened Cristiano so much that he couldn't catch the ball that fell from his shoulder, and let it bounce straight to the ground, hitting Hugo in front of him.

"It hurts...Cris is on the road, so you can't stop playing the ball?" Hugo caught the ball helplessly, and looked at Cristiano who seemed to be standing there in a daze.

"Cris? Cris?"

Cristiano focused on the front, where the system interface was unfolding where Hugo couldn't see, and his ears were reporting the system progress one by one.To be honest, this is the only system he has seen in his life, but generally speaking, shouldn't the system release the task first and wait until the task is completed before releasing the reward?Why does this system issue tasks and then give rewards after things happen?

It's as if... adjusting himself according to his life, and giving him rewards in different ways.

Shaking his head to let himself stop thinking about these questions, he looked at Hugo.

"It's okay, let's go back to eat."

"Are you okay? Cris, I think you're about to cry again just now. Did those kids bully you just now? Tell me, I'll help you get back... Cris, why are you blushing so much? Even your ears are red! Oh my god, are you going to cry? Hey, don’t go in such a hurry...Wait for me, Cris..."

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Hugo: Cris? Are you shy, Cris?

Ronaldo: ...Ni Zoukai!