[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

There are still 6 days before the opening match of the World Cup. Various national teams have arrived in France one after another. Through the system, Gaspar got the name of the hotel where the German team will be staying. Can't get a jersey with the team's autographs on it.

As a result, before he could get dressed, Leonardo pushed him back onto the pillow.

He lay on his side with his hands on his head and looked at Gaspar, and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice when he just woke up: "Sneaky, still in such a hurry, what do you want to go out to do, see that French boy?"

"You should put your suspicions away, Garrel is only 15 years old, and we've only met for the first time." Gaspar rolled his eyes slightly, then stroked his hair and leaned against the head of the bed, "I seem to be It's not the first time I've told you about this, you can't treat every man or boy who is a little taller and better looking as my potential cheating partner, that's ridiculous."

"Who would hold your face and kiss you for the first time? If it was a normal meeting, I would have no problem at all. Just like you and Christopher Nolan, you have also seen how Hollywood spread rumors between you , but that is no problem for me at all, because the interaction between you is normal, he will not suddenly pull your collar and kiss you when discussing the plot with you!" Leonardo said eloquently A whole lot, halfway through Gaspar's shock, the man thought for a moment and added: "And like you said, if he's 18 you're going to meet him?"

"Oh my god, have we been spinning around in a dead end!" Gaspar was a little bit broken. He stroked the broken hair hanging in front of his head over and over again, and looked at Leonardo in disbelief: "You are changing Concept, me and Christopher, me and Garrel are two different things, Christopher is my colleague, you were not there when we were working, you don't believe that the damn gossip is normal, how come you seem to be something Big deal, what do you think, shall I give you an award? Best Boyfriend in Hollywood?"

The more Gaspar thought about it, the more angry he pulled the feather pillow on his back and smashed it: "And how did you come to that conclusion, even if Garrel was 18, 20 or even 30 years old, I wouldn't be with him What's the matter, he's a Frenchman, and he's asking for something from me, you're right there, you heard his explanation, he got the news and came to see me, I want me to introduce him to Bertolucci, we've already negotiated In order to do a film together, and wait until around 2000, he just wanted an audition."

Want to audition?There are too many people who want a chance, and I haven't seen anyone taking pictures of each other, saying love words, and kissing each other on the face.

Leonardo muttered in his heart, still disagreeing with Gaspar's statement.

Maybe Gaspar didn't have that kind of thought about them, but there was no guarantee that the other party's purpose was not pure.He thinks that his boyfriend really doesn't have a clear understanding of himself. Gaspar Cook is recognized by Hollywood as having a beauty that won the genetic lottery, and he runs an independent film and television company with the youngest son of a big family. No matter which of the two identities is taken out, someone will rush forward one after another.

Not to mention that he is one of the few conscientious producers in Hollywood who openly confronts Mirax, and even many behind-the-scenes bigwigs are waiting to see whether Mirax will win or Gaspar will come from behind.

For countless young Hollywood actors, it would have been nice to have something to do with Gasper.

However, Gaspar himself was not aware of this problem. Leonardo was a little depressed. He didn't believe in his boyfriend, but he didn't believe in those who would do anything to climb up. Let's take his own case as an example. ——If he had been a little bit worse and tougher when he had the photos of Gaspar and Cruise back then, then he would have gotten much more than what he has now.

Seeing that Leonardo was silent, Gaspar pursed his lips.

"Nothing to say?"

"No——" Leonardo said with some guilt and moved his eyes away. Gasper couldn't let Gaspar know what he was thinking, at least not now. He didn't want to ruin their vacation, so he sat up and played with the quilt "Anyway, you're still suspicious when you get up early in the morning."

Gaspar: "..."

"Okay, then you can continue to lie there suspiciously, I'm going to get an autograph." Gaspar gave Leonardo a smirk and got up again, "You can rest assured, Leo, a player from the German team Most of them already have families, and I'm not going to have anything to do with any of them."

Then he was pulled back onto the pillow by Leonardo for the second time.

This time Leonardo didn't give Gaspar a chance to get up, he turned over and hugged Gaspar, trapping Gaspar in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I haven't fully woke up from the dream just now, what I said didn't go through my brain," he kissed Gaspar's forehead and apologized at the same time, "I just don't want you to go, stay with me for a while—"

Gaspar was a little discouraged, Leonardo had fully mastered the technique, how to make him no longer angry, a few simple words and a few small gestures of intimacy, coupled with his begging tone, Gaspar almost The signing of the jersey is behind him, and now he wants to lie in bed with his boyfriend.

"How, how could you do this..." Gaspar lightly punched Leonardo on the arm, "How many times, as soon as you apologize, I will take you down, you have already learned it, right?"

"I hope that as you said, as long as I apologize, you can't do anything about me." Leonardo rubbed Gaspar's chin, and then wrapped his feet around the quilt, "Now let's stop the war and go to sleep Let's go for a while, I'm still sleepy, maybe it's because of sleepiness that made us quarrel, when I wake up, I will accompany you to ask for an autograph in the afternoon."

Gaspar relaxed after a few symbolic struggles, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"...The signature is actually not that important."

……

When they opened their eyes again, it was already 10:[-] in the morning. Perhaps, as Leonardo said, they quarreled over trivial matters due to lack of sleep. Now they woke up naturally after sleeping, and the two chatted peacefully. and exchanged a warm good-morning kiss (maybe a good-afternoon kiss?).

"I'm a little hungry, I'm going downstairs to get something to eat later," Gasper finally got up and dressed normally this time, and he was still on the bed after fastening the buttons in front of the full-length mirror with lace The yawning Leonardo asked, "What do you want to eat, I'll bring it to you."

"Can't you call them and have them come up?"

"I want to go down for activities, and it will take a while to call and order food. Why don't I go down by myself."

"Well, it makes sense." Leonardo said and yawned again, he grabbed his hair and looked for his pants on the surrounding carpets, "Wait for me, I'll go with you."

"No, you can lie down for a while. I'm just going downstairs to get some brunch, so I won't get lost." Gaspar walked to the bed and bent down to kiss the corner of Leonardo's mouth, "I'll be right back .”

……

This time, however, Gaspar can't keep his promise, because he meets an old acquaintance in the lobby of the hotel, and the encounter is quite dramatic.

Just as he walked through the large spiral staircase and was about to pass the corner, there was a loud noise from there. A national team coming to participate in the World Cup game checked into this hotel. Judging from the language and accent they used, Like England.

Wait, Gaspar paused.

If it is England, that is to say, the Manchester United player is among these people who are separated from him by a corner.

Hell, does that mean Cruise could be here too?God - Gaspar almost froze, he wasn't ready to see him again.

Yet the lads kicking the ball knew nothing of Gaspar around the corner, laughing and walking forward.

"I told you, the French really enjoy it. Look at this palace, where Louis XIV lived?"

"Pfft—if it is, it probably smells bad. It is said that he has never taken a bath in his life."

"Ha! I don't wonder at all, it's a Frenchie!—don't push, Neville? Neville!"

Gaspar made up his mind to turn around and leave at a fast pace, but he was still slow, and just turned around and walked two meters when a strong man with an inch head turned his head and rushed towards him across the corner.

"Come on you bastards, keep up with my—oh!"

English footballers have always been rougher, walking with wind on their feet, and if they collide with anyone, only the other person gets hurt.Just like now, the strong man just staggered, and Gaspar was hit by him and fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.

"Told you to be careful, hit-hey! It's Gaspar Cook!"

God, this was his worst nightmare come true, Gaspar covered his eyes in pain, as if this would prevent the players from seeing him.

"Have you hallucinated by hand *ing too many times at his poster?"

"I mean, look, the one that Alan knocked over - oh, he's so cute."

"Fu*k, it's really him!"

Seven or eight players surrounded Gaspar and then scrambled to pull him up. They pushed each other and scrambled to be the first person the Hollywood star opened his eyes to see.At this time, a fat man in a black suit walked in panting from the crowd, he looked like a team leader or something.

"Excuse me, I said what are you all doing here? Alan, you don't take your players-oh, Mr. Cook?" He froze for a moment, and then hurried forward to tidy up Gaspar's clothes "What are you still doing, help him to sit down!"

"There are no chairs here!" shouted a team member behind.

"Then get him into the hall!" cried the leader at them. "You clumsy elephants, I can't believe Her Majesty expects you to bring the Cup back to England."

The players booed to express their dissatisfaction.

disaster--

Gaspar stabilized his body and quickly raised his eyes to scan around.

Very good, no sign of Beckham.

So he cleared his throat and stopped Mr. Leader's order to the players.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm fine." He said, "You don't need to waste your time worrying about me, I'm fine."

"Why would it delay time? There's nothing wrong with it." The chubby male team leader smiled all over his face, took Gaspar's hand and said kindly: "Today we only have two things to do, check in and familiarize yourself with the route, young man. We are very excited to meet a big star like you here, so I would like to ask—can you take a photo with me?"

The players complained again.

"We want to take a photo too!"

"I still have to sign—may I put my name on it?"

The noise made Gaspar's temples throb, and just a second before he was about to refuse, a familiar and unique voice came from behind him.

"Let him go, you guys, don't you see that he is uncomfortable?"

Gaspar subconsciously turned his head, and when he reacted and wanted to stop his behavior, it was too late, and he bumped into David Beckham's olive green eyes.

"Meet Gaspar again, how are you doing recently?" Seeing Gaspar turning his head, Beckham smiled and waved to him, "Do you want to watch the game from the sidelines? I can give you family tickets."

He was wearing a loose white sports suit, his blond hair was parted to the ears, and he looked very youthful.

"Thank you, but no need." Gaspar gave him a full smirk, "What a coincidence, Mr. Beckham, are you coming to the World Cup too?"

The players around were amused by Gaspar's taunt, but Beckham didn't say anything. He approached Gaspar, hooked him around his neck very naturally, and then, amidst the booing of his teammates, he said a little harshly. Leaning close to Gaspar's ear and whispering to him——

"Tom won't be here this time. How about you come to my room tonight and let's have some fun?"

How dare he say such a thing, Gaspar sneered and pushed him away.

"No need, Mr. Beckham, I have an appointment, and I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I move too much," his voice was not loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly, "If the time comes because you can't get down I can't take the responsibility if I lose the game because I can't play because of the bed."

After speaking, Gaspar left with his head held high amidst the surprised eyes of everyone in the England team.