[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

The space in the back seat of the car is relatively closed, and the driver doesn't know what's going on behind him. He just concentrates on driving and sends the boss home.

Ling Yun took the initiative to reach out and interlock his fingers: "Tell me about your current mood."

"Very complicated."

"Huh?" Ling Yun was a little surprised, "Complicated?"

Alonso nodded: "That's right."

Ling Yun looked at him with interest: "It's so complicated, let's talk about it."

"I want to share the joy of winning the championship with you as soon as possible, and I want to take a photo with you with the trophy. I want to ask you if you are satisfied with my performance today? But you are always surrounded by many people, there is no place for me, There is no spare time for me."

A mature man who has always been low-key and introverted, even when expressing his excessive possessiveness, he is so reserved.

Ling Yun looked at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock in the morning, he stretched out his hand to pinch the chin of the man next to him, and turned his head to look at him kindly, Ling Yun looked into his eyes and said softly: "From From now until eight o'clock tomorrow morning, the time is all yours."

Ling Yun kissed the corner of his lips, then leaned into his ear and smiled, "The fans all over the world are very satisfied with your performance today, and I must be the most satisfied one among them."

Alonso put his arms around his shoulders, and the two leaned together to chat about another topic: "Do you know what I was thinking when I took that penalty?"

"I know," Boss Xiaoling said confidently, "Miss me."

"I was thinking, at such an important moment, your eyes are still looking at others?"

Ling Yun recalled it for a while, and immediately denied it: "I swear, I was always looking at you when you took the penalty kick, and I never took my eyes off you."

"Okay," Alonso rubbed his forehead against his forehead: "Now can you tell me, who is that boy with blond hair?"

Ling Yun recalled a little bit, he must not be asking about William, then it must be the little guy behind him.So he raised his head and looked at the other person's eyes leisurely: "You are not jealous, are you?"

Alonso raised his eyebrows: "Do you still need to ask, isn't it obvious?"

Ling Yun didn't expect him to be so calm, so beautiful in his heart, but he still wanted to make fun of him: "Do you want to be jealous of my cousin?"

"???"

Alonso hugged the person in his arms tightly, and gently kissed his hair: "Just pretend that nothing happened just now, okay?"

Ling Yun leaned on his shoulder happily: "I didn't expect him to come tonight. He didn't tell me. I thought he was still in school."

Alonso praised his future brother-in-law sincerely: "It looks like a very well-behaved and obedient child."

"We didn't have many opportunities to meet when we were young, but he admired my cousin since he was a child, and he is my little fan."

Alonso suddenly lowered his head and kissed his lips, and if he continued, he would be jealous again!

When the two returned home, Ling Yun first went back to the room to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw his boyfriend sitting on the sofa packing his backpack.

He walked over and sat next to the other party: "There is still a whole day of activities tomorrow, and you still don't sleep?"

Alonso looked up at him: "I'm waiting for you."

Ling Yun leaned over to tease him: "What are you waiting for me?"

The other party gave him a look of "you experience it yourself", but said: "I give you a gift."

"Huh?" Ling Yun looked into his bag curiously, "I still have presents for me."

Alonso took out the gold medal of the champion of the Champions League, and shook the lanyard twice in front of Ling Yun's eyes: "Do you want this?"

Ling Yun shook his head disinterestedly: "Save it to coax your son."

Alonso gave him a meaningful look, and almost blurted out, "I'm treating you like a son now."

He put the gold medal aside, and took out the jersey he exchanged with Lahm, "What about this one?"

Ling Yun continued to shake his head: "But I'm not his fan."

"Oh?" Alonso asked knowingly, "You don't seem to have told me whose fans you are."

"You."

"..."

Alonso finally took out a football from his bag, which happened to be the match ball for the Champions League final tonight, and handed it to Ling Yun: "Do you want this?"

Ling Yun looked at the ball, and took out a marker pen from the drawer under the coffee table: "Idol, sign it."

Alonso thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote a long string of words on the ball, and handed it to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun took it over and took a look, and the other party wrote a sentence in Spanish: "Eresmi inspiración paraseguiradelante (You are the driving force for me to move forward)."

Ling Yun stood up from the sofa with the ball in his arms, and stretched out his hand to pull up the people next to him: "Come with me."

Alonso followed him into his collection room. The room is very large, and the four walls are made into transparent display cabinets. There are various football-related collections in it. It can be seen that some of them are very old. Yes, it must be a collection collected over the years.

Alonso took a quick glance, there are many Arsenal players' jerseys, Henry, Bergkamp, ​​Vieira, Pires, Ljungberg, Campbell... There are also some players from the England national team or other countries The jerseys of the team's stars, such as Zidane, Ronaldo, Figo, Batistuta, etc., but there is no Manchester United or Tottenham player.

No, he noticed with sharp eyes that there was a folded jersey in the corner of the cabinet, which was also red, but he knew it wasn't Arsenal's jersey at a glance.

Ling Yun put the ball in the most conspicuous position of the display cabinet, and then wanted to show off his collection. He seemed to be able to tell a story with every jersey, but what Alonso was interested in was the one in the corner. pieces.

So, he quickly took out the jersey, and when he shook it off, as expected, the jersey belonged to a Manchester United player and his former teammate in Real Madrid—Cristiano Ronaldo. Heartthrob's signature.

"I'd like to hear the story behind this jersey." Alonso said rather jokingly.

He thought that what he was about to hear was a story about a young man who was impressed by the superb skills of an enemy player and secretly collected a jersey signed by the opponent. He never expected that he would drink a large glass of high-concentration alcohol for himself. lemon juice.

Ling Yun took the jersey from his hand, folded it in twos and put it back again: "There is no story, it was given by someone else."

He said that if there is no story, there must be a story. Alonso hugged him from behind and asked, "Who sent it?"

Ling Yun turned around, put his arms around his neck and smiled maliciously: "Do you want to know?"

Alonso had a bad feeling, and changed his words temporarily: "Suddenly, I don't really want to."

Ling Yun said: "You must want to."

"No, I want to go to bed now." Ling Yun hung himself on him like a pendant, but was picked up by the person who played the game for 120 minutes tonight and walked out.

Ling Yun announced the answer in his ear: "It was a gift from my ex-girlfriend."

Alonso asked: "Which ex-girlfriend?"

Ling Yun replied honestly: "When I was in college...that was when I was a sophomore."

His honesty was a bit too much, which aroused strong dissatisfaction from someone: "I remember it so clearly, it seems that I have left a deep impression on you."

Ling Yun nodded: "It's very profound. She knew that I like football, but she never knew about it, and she couldn't tell the difference between the teams. At that time, most of the classmates around were Manchester United fans, especially Ronaldo. She thought I also liked football. I like it, I made a special trip to buy Ronaldo's No. 7 jersey at Manchester United at the time, and I went to the Carrington training base to ask for Ronaldo's autograph for me."

Alonso opened the door of his bedroom: "What happened next?"

Ling Yun frowned. In fact, Ling Yun couldn't even remember the girl's appearance, but she still remembered the incident: "Later she became a Ronaldo fan, and she said she would like me, an Arsenal fan. You are at odds with each other, you broke up with me???"

At that time, Ling Yun was just an ordinary college student in the eyes of his classmates. He lived in a student apartment and went out to work on weekends. Apart from that really outstanding face, he didn't see much merit.

Alonso threw him on the bed and pushed him up: "I will definitely thank my former teammate when I have the chance."

"..."

Ling Yun can be regarded as really experiencing the amazing physical strength and endurance of this 30-year-old veteran tonight, just like the person who played the full 120 minutes of the game earlier was not him at all, but he can play another 120 minutes in another place.

But Ling Yun couldn't do it, he was so tired that he didn't have the strength to move his fingers, and fell asleep at some point.

I don't know how long he slept for this sleep. After the intense exercise, he slept very deeply. When he closed and opened his eyes, it was already bright outside.

The point is that he didn't wake up voluntarily, but was woken up by someone. The sounds of Rex and Rex were very disturbing in his sleep. Ling Yun turned over and buried his face in the soft pillow, like an ostrich. I hid myself.

"It's already 08:30, will the club owner be absent from today's championship celebration parade?"

Alonso pinched his shoulders, trying to pull him out of the quilt, but Ling Yun curled up in the quilt and kept pointing the back of his head at him, and he couldn't do anything.

So he simply bent down and hugged him and the quilt into his arms, and said in his ear: "I'm really going to be late, if you don't get up again, I'm going to attack."

Arsenal's midfielder must do what he says, and he will do what he says. The service is very good. Ling Yun is really awake now. When he opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed. He didn't know where he was and what happened last night. .

After a little recollection, I smiled, lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, the clothes that were thrown all over the floor last night have disappeared at this moment, and clean T-shirts and shorts are neatly stacked next to them.

Boss Xiao Ling is a bit like "a subjugated king doesn't think about early court", he almost lost the basic ability to take care of himself, so his boyfriend had to help him put his clothes on himself.

Ling Yun half-closed his eyes while enjoying the service from others, while thinking, and then asked endlessly: "I think you should move."

Alonso was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Could it be that he was unspoken by the boss last night and would fall out of favor when he woke up in the morning?

"Where should I move to?"

Ling Yun stood up, put on his shorts and walked out: "Move to my room, I'm not used to living in this room, it's too inconvenient."

"..."

Ling Yun went back to his room to wash up. Someone in the cloakroom had already prepared the suit, shirt and tie he was going to wear today.

He got up late today, and there was really no time, but now he felt a sense of urgency, and hurriedly buttoned his shirt. Alonso helped him choose a pair of ruby ​​cuffs, which not only complemented his red tie, but also It is very suitable for the main color of London today.

Then he also picked up the Breguet Heirloom series of the same model as himself quite selfishly, and put it on Ling Yun's wrist without any explanation.

Ling Yun tilted his head, arranging his hair in front of the mirror, and someone in front of him was tying a tie for him.His boyfriend is really good, he can attack, defend and score goals on the court, and he can cook and walk the dog at home, and he takes care of him in every possible way.

The weekly salary of 11 pounds is really wronged. I have to hurry up to renew the contract and raise the salary, and I can't let other teams poach it.

When the two arrived at the honor showroom at the Emirates Stadium, most of the team members had already arrived, and Ling Yun heard Wilshere howl at the top of his voice when he was still in the corridor: "Today is an important festival."

Everyone: "???"

Hazard asked: "What important day is today, why don't I know?"

Ramsey and Walcott hugged each other and laughed to death: "It's normal not to know, and Arsenal will have it once a year in the future."

Wilshere shouted word for word: "Today is St. Tottenham's Day! I can't wait to celebrate the festival in the street."

Ling Yun walked in from the gate, and the laughing crowd fell silent, only Wilshere, who was facing the door, was still immersed in the idea of ​​how to humiliate his mortal enemy, unable to extricate himself.

Ling Yun frightened him: "If you make trouble again, I will sell you to the next door."

Wilshere was too scared to make a sound, as if it was a huge humiliation for him to be sold to Tottenham.

Today's championship celebration parade has the same route as when they won the league. Arsenal also applied to the traffic department in advance, and the roads along the way will be blocked in advance when the championship parade starts.

But today's celebrations are somewhat different from those in the league. After all, this is the first Champions League trophy in Arsenal's history, and the celebrations are even more grand and lively.

The parade bus that the players take will stop briefly at several parks and squares near the Emirates Stadium, where the players will present their trophies and interact with the fans gathered there.

During the whole process, other people's speeches were very good, but once the microphone fell into Wilshere's hands, the painting style was not right.

He is like a fanatical militant, always staring at Tottenham, emotional and impassioned: "Come on, play a game with me, I say Tottenham and you say shit."

The point is that the tens of thousands of Gunners fans wearing Arsenal jerseys in this entire square still eat his tricks.

He shouted loudly into the microphone: "I said Tottenham, you said..."

"shit!"

"I said shit and you said..."

"Tottenham!"

"Good job!"

"You're welcome."

"..."

The extremely simple interaction has completely mobilized the emotions of Arsenal fans. The happier thing than winning the championship is that tens of thousands of people gather together to humiliate the deadly enemy. This "mortal enemy" may be your friend, colleague, parent, or even your life. bedmate.

Ling Yun sat in the car far away, and told Nick with a speechless face: "Tell him to shut up, or he will be fined by the FA."

After the whole day's activities were over, Ling Yun called everyone together and said a few simple words: "Thank you for your hard work this season, and please enjoy the holiday to the fullest in the next month or so. The club will be on 7 The pre-season training that started in the middle of the month will surprise everyone, please wait and see."

Everyone began to applaud and cheer, Ling Yun walked out two steps and then turned back: "By the way, and the most important thing - everyone's bonuses will arrive later."

"!!!"

Is there anything more exciting and satisfying in this world than championships and bonuses?Everyone screamed and whistled, calling the boss long live!