[Football] King Of Europe

"I think, Sebastian..." The young man who spoke hesitated, carefully considering his lines.He didn't know what to say, and scratched his head with his hands for a long time in embarrassment. After a long while, he finally choked out a sentence: "You really don't need to work so hard."

"Oh."

The boy lying on the bed snorted softly to show that he already knew. Seeing his teammate's face as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hey, hey, Paul, what is your expression? I It's just a little injury, it's not like I'm going to die right away... Hey, quick, give me a smile, don't wrinkle your face!"

Porto defender Paul Ferreira was frowning, but he couldn't laugh or cry when he said this, thinking why he was so worried?This guy is heartless at all, thinking of the worries of the whole team, he couldn't help but get angry, and twisted the boy's ears with one hand——

"Hey - it hurts!"

"It should hurt for a few more days, if it doesn't hurt you won't improve your memory!"

"If it hurts, it won't go up..." the green-eyed boy murmured softly, twisting his body to free his ears from the clutches of his teammates—unfortunately, to no avail.

Paolo Ferreira thought this was the case, since he had never seen this guy frightened before, and suddenly he felt bad.Thinking about this guy's pain, he can't improve his memory, and if he doesn't hurt, he can't improve his memory. Everyone is worried that he is hurt by one person, and he is still like a normal person. It makes people worry...it doesn't make people worry at all. Don't you know how to avoid the ball flying over, and you still stand there stupidly, what method can I use, let me think about it?"

Thinking of the scene at that time, Ferreira sneered, and the green-eyed boy was so guilty that he didn't even dare to make eye contact with him.

"—Let me think about it?" The Porto defender stretched out his tone, "Stop the ball with the chest?"

"Cough, cough, Paul, listen to me—"

"... Our future star in Porto, the hope of the giant dragon, the favorite of the fans - Sebastian is good at it, and he runs faster than anyone else when he is lining up the wall in training. The captain wants to catch you You said that your small arms and legs can't bear the impact of the ball on your chest—" Ferreira squinted at him, "Small arms and legs? Tsk tsk..."

"Ahem, Paul, did you remember correctly... the little arms and legs are what Mr. said."

"no!"

Ferreira slapped him on the forehead and pierced him without hesitation: "Mister said you are a bamboo pole boy, and you added your small arms and legs..."

"It's just an explanation..." The black-haired and green-eyed boy argued weakly, "It's what Mr. said about not blocking people, not me..."

"Oh?"

Ferreira sneered, and the green-eyed boy shivered.

He sized up the boy's slender arm with a critical look, and stretched out his own arm to compare with the boy's -

The green-eyed boy immediately burst into tears—why do you want to hit people like this!

Two arms side by side, one is thick and the other is thin, the thick one has been tanned to a wheat color due to long-term training and sports, and it is full of health and vitality; It's just white - a malnourished teenager who looks like his master.

Unscientific—why Paul's complexion is tanned, but his own is still pale!

The Porto defender's critical gaze wanders to the back of the bed - a foot in a heavy cast.At this moment, because of the thick plaster, this foot looks like an elephant's leg. Compared with the normal one next to it, it is a world of difference!

green eyed boy...

I feel like I'm about to burst into tears.

"Our naive, cute, and overly lively Sebastian, in a game, disregarded his own little arms and legs, disregarded that he had hardly received wall training on weekdays, and disregarded the coach's previous teaching-heroic rushed up."

The green-eyed boy continued to flinch...

"Then... Heroically tried to stop the ball, but was shoveled away, and a free kick was given to Portubo who was struggling." Ferreira paused, and with an expression that could be called rolling his eyes, said, "We Should I thank you?"

"...Okay, at least it's a goal."

"Oh?!"

The green-eyed boy... continued to flinch.

"So we should praise Porto's number 15, the heroic Sebastian, for his persistence, Porto won a free-kick and scored in the end?"

The green-eyed boy... It feels like the disgust in these words is about to overflow.

"Do you need compliments?"

——I know you want to say disgust!

——Mommy!Who turned the gentle, lovely, helpful, sunny, upright, and good young man into this poisonous snake!

--Help!