[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

Gaspar must be crazy, otherwise how could he think that Bloom's words made sense.

Since Leonardo found 5 supermodels to relieve his loneliness in half a month after breaking up, he can of course follow suit. Change at least 8 per month, etc.——

Gaspar caught his breath.

Talking about 8 times in half a month is too stressful, whether it’s dating or restricted-level sports, he thought painfully, at this rate, he will be exhausted before he succeeds in getting revenge on Leo, and his body and mind will be overwhelmed. Ultimatums can become work-like must-dos.

But—maybe you can look at it in a different direction, Gaspar thought, this method sounds a little bit interesting, carefully pondering Peckmi, it’s quite like a game of life, isn’t it.

This idea made him a little excited, because becoming a playboy or something had never been compatible with Gaspar in the past.

Come to think of it, he, Gaspar Cook, was switching dates on the fly, which was a little too much.

But the more irrelevant the content, the more exciting it will be when you think about it.

Gaspar frowned, imagining the various consequences if he really did this, and he hesitated to speak several times.Orlando Bloom expressed understanding of his entanglement and waited quietly on the sidelines.

About five minutes later, trying to break the silence, Gasper called Spielberg back, telling him he had changed his mind and agreed to play the role of the FBI agent in "Cat and Mouse."

Bloom gave him a thumbs up and nodded seriously: "I knew you would agree with my proposal, no one can refuse this."

He was proud for a moment, and then continued: "But when the filming is going to be next year, when do you plan to start the boyfriend plan, remember to tell me in advance when the time comes, so I can prepare."

"Oh, no, no," Gaspar quickly shook his head, "I only agree with your movie proposal, and I think it needs to be considered about the one about getting revenge on Leo."

"What's there to consider?" Orlando spread his hands in disbelief.

"Well, if it's just a date, like having a meal or something, I think it's acceptable, but—" Gaspar explained slowly and hesitantly, "Leonardo also slept with them, and the interval of 3 days should be considered normal." Yes, I guess, but two days is, uh, too rushed."

"Oh——" Bloom sighed suddenly, and then he looked at Gaspar with the look of "so you are like this", "I think I need to correct you." He said and sat upright. After clearing his body, he cleared his throat and said, "Men—sorry, I didn't exclude you. I just said that the interval between men in a broad sense is a bit long for our age group."

"...Are you serious?"

"Of course, there is a scientific basis, I heard it from a certain university professor," Orlando said, "and my own experience tells me that at a similar age, the most normal frequency is one day."

"One day?" Gaspar seemed to have discovered a new continent, "That's too short!"

"No, you're wrong." Bloom shook his head, "It's once a day, with zero intervals."

Gaspar: ...

Gaspar again (stunned): Wow.

"So, can I be ranked first?" Anyway, the British boy is always concerned about this. He raised his chin and introduced himself proudly: "I have good skills and won't hurt you. The next day You just feel refreshed and not tired."

Gaspar pursed his lips to hide the twitching corners of his mouth.

"—Give me a little more time to think about it, Ollie."

Just when Gaspar digested the result slowly out of shock, Leonardo called, Gaspar subconsciously cut off, but soon he called again, repeated back and forth several times, until the phone call was added. Spa pulled out the battery on the back of the phone, and the machine stopped vibrating.

"I guess he got the news." Orlando shrugged and said, "Director Spielberg must have informed him."

Gaspar agreed with this guess, and he bit his lower lip, the tingling feeling made him more energetic.Then he made up his mind, looked down at the date on his watch, and made quick calculations in his mind.

"Then we must hurry up, there are still 5 days until the final, and there is still time for Peter to change the shooting order." He stood up and looked at the British boy, "Let's go, find the director, my daily boyfriend. "

……

Peter Jackson was not at all surprised that Gaspar wanted to take Orlando out and asked him to change the order of shooting, and he had already made a preventive plan. His explanation for this is: from the first time he saw this kid The day I knew he was going to join the crew, and the first day I was sure he was going to join the crew, I knew he would definitely get involved with you. After all, the whole crew is delicious to you. indivual.

Gaspar was speechless.

But being ridiculed for a two-day vacation is not a loss no matter what you think.

After bidding farewell to the crew, Gaspar and Orlando departed from the nearest airport to Barcelona at night, and arrived at Catalonia Airport the next afternoon, just in time for the warm-up before the start of the Champions League final.

By the time they arrived, the streets of Barcelona were already in red (both teams in the final battle are dominated by red)

Gaspar bought a scarf and stickers on the spot and joined the carnival crowd.

Without Leonardo, without the supermodels he's dated, with a football-crazed paradise and a boyfriend who shares exactly the same interests as him and can chat with, why should he not be happy?

However, Gaspar's joy was ended in the 90th minute of the game.

When Gaspar started chanting "Football is 22 men chasing a ball for 90 minutes and the Germans win!", he saw Beckham take a kick before United equalized and put the game to rest. The atmosphere completely detonated|exploded.

In stoppage time, a substitute player from Manchester United overtook the score with a header and killed the opponent in the last minute.

Gaspar watched dumbfounded as the team he believed in lost after more than 80 minutes of winning.

He watched his favorite player fall to the ground and cry bitterly, and watched his hated Beckham celebrate wildly, and for a while, he couldn't speak or move like he was out of his body.

"This is football, damn football." Orlando patted Gaspar on the shoulder and said with emotion, "This damn charm."

……

After the end, Gaspar returned to the hotel in a daze. The planned romantic night tour to Barcelona was also cancelled. He sat on the bed, still unable to believe what he had just experienced.

"Don't be sad Gasper, you know, this is a common occurrence." Orlando walked over and pressed Gasper into his arms to comfort him, "It's getting late, let's do something that makes you happy ,what do you think?"

Gaspar didn't say a word, he believed that nothing could make him happy now, not even a good sex||love.

Bloom sighed and stood up.

"Okay, I'm going to use my trick—"

Gaspar was still unresponsive, but soon, his vision disappeared, a jersey fell from the sky to cover his face, he pulled the jersey off, and found that it was a Manchester United jersey with a print on the back. Bearing Beckham's name and number.

"What is this for?" Gaspar held the jersey and looked at Bloom, "Do you want me to shred it or burn it, believe me, I've tried it both ways, it's nothing- you're doing it What?"

While he was talking, Bloom smirked and changed into another jersey, a Bayern one.

"Nothing, just to tell you, this will make you happy 100%," he replied, before puffing out his chest proudly, "Roleplaying! I'm Bayern and you're Manchester United, unlike reality, I'm tonight winner, and you - get down on your knees and suck me off"

Gaspar: ?

"Role, role-playing?" he asked uncertainly, "You mean—"

"Yes." Orlando smiled at him, "This is a very good method, and I have come to the conclusion after many experiments: When an actor plays a role, he is often more emotional than others. "

"……for example?"

"For example, my favorite lady and girl ticket, manager and secretary, drunk customer and bartender in the bar, the actors are more similar than ordinary people, and they can embody emotions more." Orlando said excitedly, "Of course, if they match The scene will have more feel, but I guess you haven't played like this, so let's take it step by step."

He pointed to the jersey on his body, and then took out the matching shorts and socks that he didn't know when to prepare.

"Start with your favorite players," Orlando said. "The locker room or the shower after the game, uh, it feels great."

Gasper held the jersey a little at a loss, took the shorts and stockings thrown by the opponent, and then resolutely changed them in a mood of excitement and shame.

It's weird to wear Beckham's clothes, but—Jaspar lowers his head and slowly pulls the socks over his knees, whoever he is.

Leonardo changed 5 supermodels in half a month, and Bayern lost the game.

So, to hell.

"Oh, knee socks." Orlando lowered his voice. "I like them."

……

In the end, they had a good time, and Gaspar unlocked a new way to play.

The next morning, Gaspar woke up wearing a black lace dress with cat ears on his head. He opened Orlando's arm around his waist and picked up the mobile phone on the ground. What woke him up was a call from his manager. Telephone.

"God, I saw the news. Bayern was lore and missed the championship. I'm so sorry, Gaspar." Joe said quickly, but his tone couldn't hide the excitement, "They call Manchester United's championship a 'Miracle at Camp Nou', I can't even think about it, you must be suffering right now—"

Gaspar sat up and looked at the uniforms all over the floor, all the madness of last night flashed through his mind, and he was inexplicably guilty.

"Well, about this—" he said hesitantly, "Actually, it's not that uncomfortable."

"No, no, no, don't pretend to me, I understand you." Joe was emotional, "But don't worry, you won't feel bad soon, Baby Gas, in order to make you forget that Bayern was lore, I decided to give you a A present!"

Gaspar once again had a bad feeling.

"Joe," he bit his lower lip, "you—"

"I bought you the shares of Manchester United!" The agent finally couldn't hold back any longer, and he shouted out his gift excitedly, "I bought 10% of the shares, and then transferred them all to your name, yes That's right! From today, you are one of Manchester United's shareholders and the owner of Manchester United!"

Gaspar was dumbfounded.

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I don’t know if the babies can see it, but I have set the category of bed for each object of Gaga

Cruise: Gentle

Leo: Fauvism

Orlando: Cosplay Pie

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