[Football] King Of Europe

silence.

There was silence.

There was an unimaginable silence on the training ground of the Akchit training camp. The green-eyed boy slowly turned his head and stared at his curly-haired friend.

No... more precisely, the jersey and training pants he was wearing.The light-colored clothes were covered with grass clippings and mud, but there is no doubt that this is a very suitable equipment for playing football.

"...so, I've changed my mind."

"What?" Cristiano stared at Sebastian in fear. He had just laughed at Sebastian's height in a special way. At this moment, he had a premonition that he would die miserably.

"Chris, guess what?"

But Sebastian didn't explain much, he just expressed his attachment to the shorts with his words and actions.His claws are on Cristiano's waist—more precisely, the tie of his shorts.

The green-eyed boy mercilessly untied the knot in front of the shorts with his fingers, so Cristiano could only feel his shorts loosen for a moment——

"... Oak Oak!"

The Portuguese youth almost went crazy, that dead boy, he just pulled off the tie of his training pants!

Before he could react, his pants collapsed!

Sebastian ignored him at all, and took off his jeans slowly - anyway, he had already seen everything that should be seen and should not be seen.Then, he stuffed the tie into the jeans bag very calmly, and then stepped on the jeans to the bottom of his feet!After this domineering action passed, his hands became light again. He grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, pulled out the place that was originally stuffed in the jeans, and smoothed it carefully.

So after such a series of actions, the boy's t-shirt suddenly fell to a position a little above his knees, completely covering his underwear.

Cristiano pulled his training pants that had been falling down with his hand, and watched all this in a daze.

Sebastian's emerald green eyes were bent into crescents, showing a sly smile, and a slow, even calm tone appeared in his mouth: "...Ah, Chris, I forgot to talk to you. You said, I bought the largest t-shirt, and it is said that giants over two meters tall can wear it without any pressure. Now... shall we play football?!"

Cristiano: ...

"Oak!!!"

"What's the matter, isn't this your proposal?"

The Portuguese youth wants to cry without tears. Of course it would be great if he could only wear underwear, but now, he is the one who lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot, and the pants fell off and couldn't be pulled off!

Play one-on-one later... Do you want him to go into battle with both hands grabbing the ball pants that are about to fall off!

"So, 'Leave a line in life, so we can see each other in the future'-this truth, Chris, do you understand?"

Cristiano was expressionless: "...then why don't you leave me a thread?"

"Because it's you who met me!"

Sebastian took it for granted, and didn't look like he was doing anything wrong at all.When Cristiano saw those eyes that were greener than the lawn of Akchit's training camp, he felt internally injured.

Is there such a righteousness!

After a long tug-of-war, he finally persuaded the young man not to drag him into such a mess on the grounds of "indecent", "really indecent", and "a dark history in case he is photographed". to play football.Cristiano almost thanked the heavens. He pulled his friend with bad eyes and dragged him back to the dormitory to change a pair of pants.

After he finally didn't have to run around in his underpants, Cristiano even had a feeling of "God, finally alive"!

If it's on the field, then of course there's nothing wrong with it. It doesn't matter if you take off your jersey, shorts... or even your sneakers, but now it's the Akchit training camp and it's vacation time!

There may also be staff on the court!

If he is seen, he should wash up and go to sleep!

How embarrassing Sebastian was before, how sad and angry he was at the time.

Fortunately, fortunately, he finally persuaded the boy to change his suggestion with his "perfect tongue".

Cristiano's teeth itch when he thought of the tone of that dead boy laughing at him.

On the way back to the dormitory from the training ground, the dead boy laughed at him a lot.He actually looked up and down, imitating his tone, and tsk-tsk: "...Oh, Chris, why didn't you tan your whole body in training? Why do you look like two colors with bare legs?!"

Cristiano wanted to hit him on the head with a black line, but the boy hooked his toes, pulled the ball and ran away.The road from the dormitory to the training ground was all running wildly. Although Sebastian didn't seem to be as fast as him, he couldn't stop him from starting fast. That kid's speed with the ball was almost the same without the ball!It was a strange existence. Cristiano chased all the way without breaking the ball from his feet. He didn't stop until both of them ran to the training ground.

Sebastian grimaced at him and placed the football in the middle circle.

The match between the two is not so particular, and the standard venue is definitely not needed.Otherwise, the [-]-meter distance between the two goals on the bottom line will turn into a [-]-meter race in a short time.Therefore, the goals of the two of them are the goals at both ends of the center line.

Standing on one left and one on the right, one person is on one side of the goal, as long as you call "start", you can start the game.

Sebastian got the football first, poked his toe, and immediately rushed forward.

Both of them are good at dribbling, and Cristiano knows this well, so he dare not underestimate it at all.

If it is said that Sebastian can throw him three blocks away, then his speed and shooting can sweep the teenagers, but in terms of dribbling, the two are on par. It's hard to grab.

The difference is probably that he likes to use fancy techniques, and the opponent who used dazzling fake moves doesn't even know his mother; while Sebastian doesn't pay much attention to fake moves, but just sticks the ball under his feet.

Very simple, but also very practical.

Of course, it is also very difficult in high-speed confrontation.

An afternoon passed in a one-on-one match between the two, and it was not particularly easy for anyone to get past the other.In particular, the two of them have always enjoyed hitting and laughing at each other. Once they let each other score a goal, they can no longer play happily.Sebastian's touch frequency is so fast that it is difficult for Cristiano to break the ball from his feet, but he has a fatal weakness, that is, his shots are rotten!

At least five times out of ten, the ball ran towards the outside of the goal frame. It is almost doubtful whether he directly drew the area framed by two goalposts, a beam and a goal line as his own penalty area!

Of course, Cristiano didn't laugh at him less, and what he got in return was a stare from the boy, and next time he would do whatever he could to pull his jersey or shorts.

So you can imagine how tired they were from playing. In the end, they simply threw the football into the sky, and all their thoughts were turned into how to strip the opponent naked.In the end, the two of them were sweating profusely on the turf, and they didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

"Oak?"

"Um?!"

"Are you still a midfielder, how can you be so shameless!"

"Didn't you also tear my clothes!" Sebastian retorted plausibly, "As long as the referee can't see it and the camera doesn't catch it, it's reasonable!"

Well...all reasonable.

Looking at the familiar movements of the dead child, he must have been ripped off during the game.

Cristiano thought he was unlucky, so he knocked the boy on the head helplessly. This time, Sebastian finally didn't fight back.

"Why don't you move?"

"You're covered in sweat, it's hot!"

Cristiano was very speechless, so he simply used his sweaty hands to stir the boy's black hair into a chicken coop.

"Hey, hey, how are you doing!"

"What's wrong!"

The two glared at each other, but neither of them got any better.Sebastian's black hair was messed up like a chicken coop, but Cristiano's curly hair was so wet that even the little curls couldn't be seen.Their faces were covered with dirt, dust and grass clippings, which were wetted by the flowing sweat, forming black lines one after another, so smeared that they couldn't even see their original appearance.

Sebastian watched it for a long time, and suddenly burst out laughing.Cristiano looked at his cat-colored face, and was immediately overjoyed, and laughed too.

Although they were always bickering and mocking each other, it was just a form of getting along between the two.From their acquaintance to the present, they have never been in the same team. The few encounters are extremely short-lived, so they seldom, rarely play together.In the quiet evening of the Akchit training camp, although the body was very tired, but the heart was extremely happy.

Cristiano had had enough of laughing, and finally got up from the turf, and handed his hand to the young man: "Quercus, I'll pull you up."

Sebastian lazily put his hand in his palm: "Okay!"

After the confrontation was over, he got lost while chatting and spanking, and was taken back to the dormitory. Sebastian rushed into the bathroom with lightning speed, leaving Cristiano alone complaining and accusing him of crossing the river and destroying the bridge.

However, when he finally washed himself clean, he faced a difficult problem - he didn't bring a change of clothes!

Did he just run out like this?

This is simply a challenge to his principles!

"Chris? Chris!"

"are you there……"

Fine, no one!Chris is not in the dorm, the plan is half done!

As long as you rush out quickly and find a sheet to wrap it up, we'll talk about the rest later!

However, when Sebastian carefully turned the handle of the bathroom door, he found that there was no one in the room, and a little outside the bathroom door, at some point, a chair was placed with clean clothes on it.

If I didn't guess wrong, this... should be for him?

Sebastian was a little hesitant, he reached out and turned over the clothes, and then had to face a more severe reality——

What about the panties!