ball magic

No. 10 jersey, is Rafael happy?

It must!

If he has a tail, the moment he wins the race, his tail goes up into the sky.

But when the time came in the evening, those two annoying ghosts left, and Javier, who came back from work, saw the subtle expression on his face, the joy of victory faded from Rafael's heart, and instead, the shame of losing was UPUPUP up!

This also caused everyone at the dinner table to see his displeasure.

Of course Veronica knew why he was upset.

Because although they left Argentina and Area 31, they no longer had to struggle to survive, but her little baby's mind was still there.

In his little mind, fists are for solving problems.

If his fist is not hard enough, then he will be dealt with.

If their life hadn't changed, Veronica would feel sorry for him and educate him, but she would also admit that he was right——

Because they live in the largest slum in South America.

Because her younger brother faces a difficult life every day when he opens his eyes.

But now they have changed to another country.

Veronica doesn't like England that much, and everyone understands why.

But Hughes provided them with everything he could, and she was grateful for it all.

At the same time, she is also trying to change her position in Raphael's heart——

She would give him all her affections, hoping that they would replace the maternal affections that Rafa would never have.

But what about the rest?

He should get it from Hughes.

So rather than her hug, she thinks what Rafa needs more is the encouragement from her father.

Rafa's tabby face and obvious depression made the two big mouths of Javier and Byron shut up, which also made the dinner obviously dull.

But the villain Lingran didn't notice this.

After earnestly finishing off all the food on the dinner plate, Rafa rushed up the stairs with a bang.

"Just wait and see, he's going to go to the gym and ravage that poor little beanbag," Javier said.

Since Raphael learned boxing some time ago, every time he passed by the gym, he couldn't help but glance at the newly added small sandbag.

Byron missed the show because he was out fishing, so he looked at Veronica with embarrassment and curiosity: "Is little Randall really that good at fighting? He looks so cute."

Veronica smiled wryly: "I can only say that Rafa's boxing practice during this period is not completely fruitless."

Byron: "."

Tsk, the little ghost is really scary now!

And, judging people by their appearance is really bad!

Thinking of this, Byron looked at Hughes again: "The last time he didn't hit that brat, he was sulking for a long time, should you do something?"

Hughes put down the napkin, got up and said, "Then I'll do something."

Byron: "..."

I don't care what you are going to do at all, I just know what you are going to do!

So you just have to satisfy my curiosity!

Hughes didn't intend to satisfy Mr. Curious, he walked upstairs quickly, and soon came to Raphael's room.

When he stood still and knocked on the door, as he expected, there was no response.

This made him turn around without hesitation and come to the gym.

Before he could walk in, he heard a very rhythmic thud.

Hughes walked in with a frown, and saw his son watching the sandbag moving with nimble steps, greeting the sandbag viciously with his small fist.

He couldn't help saying: "Baby, don't exercise immediately after eating."

These words made his little baby stop immediately, and turned to look at him.

And this also allowed Hughes to see the grievance on his face that hadn't dissipated.

What are you hesitating about?

Hughes immediately gave him a kiss.

And Raphael also wrapped his little gloves around his neck, buried his little head on the vertical surface, and asked him in a low voice, "Papi, why is he so much taller than me? Won't be a little guy like Javier?"

This is the second time Hughes has found his son so concerned about height.

But for a qualified rake, this is not a difficult question to answer.

"It's normal for a boy to grow a little later, and Michael isn't too tall, do you think?"

When Hughes said this, he also apologized to Owen in his heart.

He just wants Rafa to be more confident, and don't worry too much about the fact that he is a head shorter than Randall...

As a result, although his son was still curled up in his arms, he couldn't help but loathe——

"...I don't want to compare with him!"

Hughes could only change direction: "I don't know how tall Javier's rake is, but it's about the same height as your grandfather. Veronica inherited your mother's height. So, Rafa, you will grow High."

This was indeed what Raphael wanted to hear, so that he finally lifted his little head from his neck, his blue eyes were full of excitement!

"Will I be as tall as you?"

"Then when I grow taller, I can beat that bastard?"

Hughes corrected him: "You shouldn't call Randall that, he's your friend. But I don't think you'll have to wait that long to beat him."

Little Rafa was shocked: "Really?"

"It's true, I promise," Hughes said.

Before witnessing the battle in the afternoon, he simply thought that his son would lose to Randall because the opponent was taller and stronger, which was normal.

But after communicating with Li Papa in the afternoon, he already knew the reason why his son was beaten——

That is a child who has been practicing Wing Chun since he was 3 years old. How could Rafa win on his own?

But he is a rake who doesn't want to see his son being beaten unilaterally.

This also allowed him to get the reward he deserved——

His son looked at his cheeks, and kissed him many times, which made him completely satisfied.

After venting his feelings, Rafa looked at Rapa eagerly: "How can I win him?"

Hughes said earnestly: "He is learning Chinese Kung Fu, you can learn it too, I will hire a teacher for you. And you can learn Brazilian judo, it will be miraculous." The result?

His precious son curled his mouth and said reluctantly, "That's from a Brazilian..."

"What does that matter?" Hughes winked at him. "The Brazilians ride bikes, but you beat them on the court too, don't you?"

La looked at Papa and had to admit——

His papa is not only super invincible and powerful, but also super invincible and smart!

He, like Ronnie, could always convince him.

Hughes didn't know that his position in his son's heart was as lofty as Veronica's, but he took the opportunity to tell him: "You will beat Randall, but you have to promise me not to do this to other children, can you?"

Raphael looked at the rake: "Is it because it's unfair?"

"Yes." Hughes looked at him, "I want you to learn this because your fists are your sense of security. You have always protected yourself like this, so I can't take them away.

And you have never lost to a child of the same age before, so losing to Randall makes you very unwilling.

But fist can't solve everything, you see, it can't get you that number 10 jersey, you rely on your own feet and win him with dignity.

If you win Randall, don't fight him in the future, I think you want to be friends with him more, right? "

But looking intently into his eyes, the son who was listening to him seriously shook his head shamelessly.

"No, no, no! I don't want to be friends with him."

Hughes smiled: "Then you are teammates, do you want to beat your teammates? You may be his captain in the future. Now he is the captain? You definitely want to win the captain's armband."

As a result, his son was pouting, obviously reluctant.

But Hughes knew how to make persistent efforts: "Treat him and Michael as your teammates, thread the needle for them, and let them score the goals you made. Is this the favorite thing for No. 10 players?"

Now his son finally reluctantly said: "Okay. It's because their strength is not bad."

Hughes smiled and kissed his proud cat face: "Shall we deal with your little face now? Tomorrow is Saturday, I remember you have a game. I don't want you to appear in front of the fans like this."

"...It's okay, I have number 10."

Even though he has a super invincible cat face, he still wears the No. 10 jersey!

"Haha!" Hughes laughed.

Little angel, how can you be so cute?