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Because of Raphael's handwritten recipe book and training plan, Aimar felt very useful, and he grew 1cm taller!Gained 2kg!

Don't look at the mere 1cm and 2kg, for men, 1cm is also very important!

After the body side results came out last month, Aimar was very moved. In order to express his gratitude to Rafael, he made a plan early and prepared a small amount of money, and he did not hesitate to bleed a lot to entertain the whole team.

Inviting a meal of roast beef can not only make Rafael shut up and forget about the tipping incident, but also help him integrate into the team and repay the favor. Wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?

After all, in Aimar's mind, there is nothing that a meal of roast beef can't solve. If there is...well, he doesn't want to order two meals.

Because after the salary was paid back last week, he withheld a part of it for activity funds.The results of it?He still remembers the way his father looked at him with relief when he saw the number on the check.

This made him a little embarrassed at the time, but he didn't want to explain to his father that the money was not spent on the girl, but on his teammates.

Aimar thought the plan was perfect, which made him tidy up the room, tidy up his salute, and help Raphael hang up the peaked cap on the table and the coat on the edge of the bed.

Raphael saw him wandering around in this small room of about 10 square meters, not counting the bathroom, humming a song to enjoy himself, and it was rare that he didn't have a poisonous tongue - because the little curly was humming his sister's Song.

When it was noon, Aimar glanced at the time, then called Rafael to the restaurant, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

As soon as Raphael dropped the book, Aimar handed him the coat and asked him to put it on and wash his hands.

Raphael: →_→

How old does this little curly hair think he is?

Yes, in front of Juan, Rafael, who almost stretched out his clothes and opened his mouth when he was hungry, still has "face" in front of the contenders for the No. 10 jersey.

They left the dormitory, and when Aimar recalled afterwards, he found that everything that followed today had changed at this moment.

Raphael, who was originally following behind him, changed from standing shoulder to shoulder with him to leading the way in just two or three steps!

This reminds Aimar that although the guy in front of him is a U20 rookie, he is the first lucky one of them to make his senior team debut.Although his time at the Ezeiza training base was not longer than theirs, it was obvious that this guy was very familiar with the environment.

But this caused him to have to follow behind Raphael and speed up his pace, but even so, he could only look at Raphael's back.

This reminded Aimar of the dream that had troubled him for a while—the long and narrow alley, the figure that never looked back.

This dream that had troubled him for a long time, changed a little on the day he took over the notebook, and it became less frequent, but it troubled him deeply when it appeared, and...it was hard to tell.

Aimar stared at Raphael who put the washed hands back into the coat pocket without knowing when, and walked away with both hands, and frowned unconsciously.

Raphael felt that the little dwarf was walking slower and slower. Looking back, he saw his wrinkled face and immediately rolled his eyes.

Cleanliness!

"What's that expression on your face?" Aimar glared at him, I saw it!

"The expression telling you to go quickly." Raphael glanced at him, "Or do you mean I want to take care of you, walk slowly?"

Aimar rushed up immediately, wanting to give this guy a kick!

Raphael twitched the corner of his mouth and easily avoided it.

After such a fuss, Aimar put aside the unspeakable troubles and asked Rafael who slowed down, "Do you really not care if you are not selected for the America's Cup?"

"It's just an America's Cup." Raphael wrote lightly.

Seeing his fart, Aimar couldn't help laughing, "You're right—it's just an America's Cup."

Aimar was actually a little disappointed that he was not selected for the America's Cup lineup as a young player who was single-handedly selected by Passarella.But at this moment, those disappointments, like dead leaves falling from the trees on both sides of the path, dissipated in the wind.

"Is Rivaldo's left foot really that good?" Aimar found a topic of interest to him.

He himself is a right-footed player, and his left foot is okay.The same is true of Rafael in memory, but now Rafael can start working with both feet. This season, his left foot scored no fewer goals than his right foot.

"It's better than you think." Rafael praised Rivaldo, "but you still have to pay attention to the control of the arc when sending him a pass."

As they walked to the restaurant, the conversation swirled around passing, left footing, and running.

They arrived at the restaurant a bit early, and there was no one in the restaurant. The staff had already warmly greeted them, and Aimar could call out everyone's name.

This led to every member of the staff teasing them and praising their friendship.

Aimar felt a little guilty, glanced at Rafael, and was so happy to see that he didn't speak.

Seeing that Raphael took a plate full of food and randomly found a seat and sat down, Aimar followed him and sat down opposite him.

Aimar winked at Rafael before he picked up the fork.

This look, which can be called "deliberately cute" in later generations, made Rafael slap his hands, and Aimar proudly showed off to him: "I have grown 1cm taller and weighed 2kg!"

Raphael looked at his small body, completely wondering where his 2kg of flesh had grown.At this moment, he felt that Messi had found the wrong idol. This guy in front of him was suitable for him to be jealous of, not to worship.

But that's okay, Raphael thought, Leo wouldn't worship the little curly with me around.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Aimar sensitively noticed that Rafael's eyes were full of ridicule.

"It's hard to empathize with the eyes." Rafael raised his eyebrows, "Of course, you must also find it difficult to understand the pain of growing 20cm taller in half a year."

Aimar: "..."

He chopped off a piece of bland chicken breast and chewed hard.Unlike his slow-moving, Rafael eats much faster, eats more, and has a better appetite than him.

Aimar thought about Rafael's physique that had changed significantly from the last time he met, and he had already planned to turn motivation into appetite in his mind.Maybe he should have his family move to Buenos Aires, eat smaller meals more often, and add another meal like this...

The number of people in the restaurant gradually increased, and after seeing them, Cambiasso and Riquelme greeted Aimar from afar.

After Aimar responded, he began to talk about Raphael, "You have to get along with Esteban, he is still a good person."

Raphael raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Are you sure you want to tell me this?"

What did he care about as a winner?

Aimar choked, and at this moment, players from the senior team came in one after another.

After entering the restaurant, Simeone, who was leading the way like a big brother, glanced around and saw Raphael in the corner walking over without hesitation.

Behind him are Batty and Sorin.

Only Ortega glanced here, and went to pick up the meal, without any intention of greeting Rafael at all.

"Hey, brat, Pablo." Simeone greeted them, and he was no stranger to Aimar.

Aimar greeted the senior boss very obediently, and Raphael around him attracted too much, and a "cloud nod" was considered a greeting.

Simeone also gave him a blank stare as a response, Batty smiled immediately and said to Rafael: "Congratulations, Rafa."

He saw in the morning newspaper that Ronald had returned to Brazil, the Golden Boot race was completely over, and Raphael would be able to get his honor next season.

"Little ghost, don't you have to show something when you get the Golden Boot, and the goal award is also a treat!" Simeone pressed Raphael's shoulders, with a posture of "I won't leave if you don't treat me".

Raphael raised his eyebrows, pointed at Aimar and said, "Pabrido wants to treat you, so let me know in advance."

Aimar: Σ(°△°|)︴

who I am!where am iWhy tap my name!

Simeone immediately exclaimed, "Pabredo, do you want a treat?"

Aimar nodded with difficulty, "Welcome Rafael to join us."

Batty smiled immediately, "I told Diego (Simone) before that you have a good relationship, but I didn't expect you to hold a welcome party for him."

"Where are you going? Have you asked for leave? No drinking—forget it, I'll go and supervise you personally. Where are you going?" Simeone looked at Aimar.

Facing such seniors of the national team, Aimar can only invite the seniors present.

Thorin immediately booed, "Diego is going to ask for leave!"

"Yes, the captain is going to ask for leave!"

They don't want to go to Passarella to ask for leave, but to go to Simeone.The whole restaurant suddenly became a mess, and the staff watched the scene with a smile.

Raphael glanced at Aimar who was full of bewilderment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Passarella granted leave and adjusted tomorrow's training session to afternoon.His rare thoughtfulness is not only for players like Batty who have returned from Europe to continue to adjust the jet lag, but also for Raphael.

Even a "top iron" like Passarella felt that it was unreasonable for him not to recruit Rafael. Since Simeone wanted to support Rafael, he had no reason to refuse.

Argentina, on the other hand, has a glorious tradition of internal strife. In the field of internal strife, it is ranked second (the other two are the Netherlands and France). Who dares to claim the number one.

Since it is a glorious tradition, it will of course be passed down from top to bottom. What is the senior team, what is the echelon.

He has already understood Raphael's character after only being in contact with him for more than ten days.No one in the national team rejects him because he loves Raphael, and it may not be so smooth in the U20.

After all, Passarella has also coached River Plate for several years. He understands the thoughts of young players-even if Raphael is now the most popular fried chicken in the five major leagues, and is the darling of the nation, Passarella was not selected for the Copa America. The star of hope who has been attacked by countless media, he can't be so arrogant in front of us!

Who is not the core of their respective teams, the darling of the fans?

Now that Passarella has given the leave, the dominance is in Simeone's hands.He still wouldn't ask Aimar to ask for leave, so this time he asked.

Aimar hung up the internal call, still in a daze, not understanding how he wanted to repay Rafael's favor, so it turned into a dinner party between the senior team and the U20...

"Isn't it great?" Raphael put down the pen in his hand, "Someone treats you."

This ridicule made Aimar unbearable, "How stingy I am in your heart!"

"You really want to know?"

"You—forget it, I'll go and notify Roman and the others..." Aimar felt frustrated when he thought about notifying everyone to eat barbecue with the bosses, how can he eat this...

Aimar was wrong.

Hearing that I can form a group to eat barbecue with the big guys, everyone except Cambiasso and Riquelme looked excited.

Before 10 o'clock in the evening, they came to the barbecue restaurant that left five empty tables for them in advance, and immediately filled the whole shop to the brim.

In fact, there is a reason for the late opening hours of this restaurant, because the beef required for traditional Argentinian roast beef has been carefully marinated, and finally grilled at low temperature on traditional racks.

Not counting the preliminary preparations, it takes several hours from the start of baking to the delivery to the diners' tables.

The U20 youngsters were a bit restrained at first, but they soon discovered that the bosses only had delicious beef in their eyes, and they didn't bother to care about them at all.That being the case, why not be cautious!

Everyone ate and ate. Aimar looked at the beef on the plate and whispered to Rafael: "Diego (Simone) likes you very much."

Raphael glanced at him upon hearing this, "Are you jealous or envious?"

Aimar: "..."

He shouldn't talk to him!

The corners of Raphael's mouth curled up slightly.