[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

"I still don't get it, Fran, why on earth did he just leave you and go, because you wouldn't let him touch you?" Aniston answered Gasper's phone while she was doing her nails, although she liked her boy Share gossip with her, but it doesn't mean her ears can withstand the ravages, "Gasper, honey, you might have to call me from the house, it's too noisy over there."

"I'm sorry to call you from the stands, but—I have to." Gaspar pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly.

There was a hard-working teenager on the field who had just scored an assist 2 minutes ago, and congratulated Gaspar in the stands during the celebration; while in the neutral fan area not far away, Leonardo and Toby Standing there, Gaspar had noticed since they came in.

"Ed is crazy, he wants to do it in the last row of the movie theater, God knows there are dozens of people in front of us! I refused and he was still angry, because he thought I was always cautious in inexplicable places, and I didn't understand why he wanted to do it. Doing this - and then it's not just Ed, Leo shows up out of the blue, I just can't figure out why he always pops out at times like this, but I'm actually more mad at myself, you know, I almost go out with him Date!" Gaspar couldn't help but tell Aniston the whole thing, looking at the players on the court, his heart was full of depression.

He paused, and added: "I thought I would leave a hook to stimulate his fighting spirit, such as hurrying back to make a movie to win an award as soon as possible, but he didn't, he followed to the stadium!"

Aniston couldn't help but take the microphone away and rolled her eyes. After a few seconds, she reluctantly took the microphone back.

"Let me be clear over and over again, baby Garth, you don't want to play movie theater with Fran, so he goes away, and then you meet Leonardo, and you don't want to get back together with him when he didn't win the award, so you go And then you finally mean—you thought he was gone but he followed you all the way to the stadium.” She summed up the whole thing quickly, “So can you tell me why you ended up at the stadium? "

"Oh, that's another story." Gaspar replied, "I forgot to tell you, I ran into a mixed-race boy who played football yesterday while I was waiting for Ed to call Jacqueline, and he invited me to watch game."

At this moment, the situation on the field changed. The kid who invited Gaspar to watch the game scored a goal!

Amid the warm cheers of tens of thousands of people throughout the process, the children stepped over the fence, ran into the auditorium under the eyes of everyone, and then gave Gaspar a hug in the family area.

The broadcast camera was aimed at this place, so Gaspar not only received the hug of the future football champion, but also received the surprised eyes of tens of thousands of people at the scene, as well as the fans watching the broadcast in front of the TV.

"It's Gaspar Cook! He came to the game!"

"Does he know our young players? Come on, I don't want a Beckham in the Bundesliga."

"Who? The guy who had a same-sex kiss with someone close to him at the Oscars?"

Obviously, most of the people who are willing to come to the stadium to watch the game don't pay much attention to Hollywood and Oscar. After a short hug, the mixed-race boy returned to the field.

Gaspar breathed a sigh of relief, and then rolled his eyes at the same time as Aniston on the other end of the phone against the fiery gaze from someone not far away.

"I know what you're trying to do," Aniston said knowingly, "but my advice, don't do it."

"What do you mean, what do you want to say?"

"Little boyfriend outside the circle, I understand. The ones you have found in Hollywood basically have no follow-up, so you want to find someone who is not in Hollywood." Aniston explained, "I understand your feelings very well, but my suggestion It’s better not to be like this. He is a German player, you are a Hollywood actor, and you have to fly for 8 hours to meet each other. This kind of love is very hard and difficult to maintain.”

Gaspar: "..."

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Jennifer-Aniston, but I don't intend to fall in love with anyone, including the boy I met yesterday." Gaspar said helplessly, "My inner heart is dead ( Deadinside), now I only plan to find good-looking people for bodycall, I have no other plans other than that.”

"Tsk, what's the reason why you have to call me, isn't it to ask for my opinion?"

"I just want to share gossip with you." Gaspari said bluntly, "If you don't like it, that's okay, I won't call you next time."

"Hey don't—you know, Baby Gasper, if I don't listen to gossip, I'm going to die." Aniston quickly stopped Gasper's horrible thought, "I want to hear from you and Leonardo before this evening." And the whole story of that little player, I can't sleep without it."

Gaspar smiled triumphantly, but neither agreed nor refused.

"Call you later, bye."

Aniston, who didn't get the ending, was left dumbfounded.

……

The game ended quickly, Bayern won the opponent. After the game, the fans sang the team song, and the players applauded to thank the fans. Amidst the booing of his teammates, the black-haired mixed-race player was pushed out.

It may be because of his debut goal, he took off his upper body jersey excitedly, and now he is in front of the person he likes again, and he can't say a word.

So Gaspar started him off with a smile. "You're playing great, J," he said. "I don't think you'll be starting in the first team for long."

"Really? You really think so!" The young player looked down at Gaspar, his dark blue eyes sparkling, "The coach asked me to train with them first, and whether I can sign a formal contract depends on my performance."

"You performed very well. It is not common for a player to score goals and assists in his debut." Gaspar said, "Since you said you were going out for a drink, then I think you have already chosen a place."

"Of course, just a few streets away, there's—"

At this moment, a voice from behind Gaspar interrupted the little player.

"What are you talking about?" Leonardo walked over with his signature smile, standing next to Gaspar intentionally or unintentionally, getting very close, "Do you want to go out for dinner, and take me too And Toby, we don't know anything about good restaurants in Munich."

The little player froze for a moment, then looked at Gaspar a little helplessly: "What was he talking about just now? I'm sorry, my English is really terrible."

So Leonardo, who deliberately put on a big-name temperament to show his charm and wanted the young player on the opposite side to back off, instantly pulled his face down. He stood between Gaspar and the player, blocking the opponent's sight of Gaspar with his height .

"Listen, you boy who hasn't even grown hair yet, I advise you to get rid of those thoughts in your mind as soon as possible. Going out for a drink means going out for a drink. Don't think about what you have, okay?" Leon Nadeau said to the players in front of him in half-baked German, "He's my boyfriend (Gasper: Excuse me, ex-boyfriend), well, ex-boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want until I get it The statuette—by the way, that’s next year, and the place next to Gaspar can only be mine!”

The mixed-race player still didn't respond. He blinked and poked his head out from Leonardo to look at Gaspar.

"Did he just speak to me in German?"

Gaspar: ...

Disaster, utter disaster.

……

In the end, the four of us went to dinner together, a young mixed-race player who basically couldn't understand English but was happy to be with Gaspar, plus Lai who was always vigilant about whether this brat was doing something to Gaspar. Leonardo, the loveless Gaspar and the 'I shouldn't be on the table I should be under the table' Toby.

The location was chosen by the young players. It was a Chinese restaurant. It was said that their team always went there for dinner, and the people around them were also very friendly.

After waving hello to the lady opposite, Gaspar took a sip of liquor (it is said that the young player brought it from his hometown), and so far he is quite satisfied with the night.

however--

"Gaspar Gaspar! Come and taste this!" The black-haired player held a piece of bone-in stewed meat with his chopsticks and handed it to Gaspar, "This is the second best rib I've ever eaten!"

Gaspar took the opportunity to bite down, and had to say that Chinese food is unique in the world, and he has never tasted this taste or taste in other high-end or civilian restaurants.

"This is the second most delicious, what about the first?" He asked after eating.

"Of course I made the first one." The mixed-race player evoked an elf-like smile and continued to feed Gaspar. "Next time you come again, I'll make it for you!"

Looking at the two people who were getting closer and closer, Leonardo's nose was about to crooked. He knew that Gaspar did it on purpose, but he still couldn't help it, so he yelled exaggeratedly, pretending to hold the The hand with the chopsticks was cramped.

"Look! It doesn't listen to my command!" Leonardo ran up to Gaspar with his hands waving indiscriminately, and squeezed away the annoying kid next to him, "I can't hold the chopsticks anymore, Gaspar, Can you feed me for the sake of our being friends, please!"

Gaspar: ...

There was nothing he could do about it, Gaspar reluctantly picked up the chopsticks to pick up food for Leonardo, probably because his well-prepared date was interrupted badly, and the little player named J said "I'll go A trip to the bathroom" and left with a flat mouth.

As soon as the mixed-race player left, Gaspar put down the soup bowl in his hand and said helplessly, "You can't do this, Leo."

"Why, you won't help me when you see that I can't hold chopsticks, just as a friend." Leonardo said rather pitifully, "If you don't help me, who else will help me?"

Gaspar looked at his friend who was eating sullenly next to the person opposite: "...Toby?"

"Toby can't use his hands," Leonardo said before his friend could speak. "He still has to play "Spider-Man." If his hands are injured, it will be difficult."

"... Seriously, Leo, don't do this." Gaspar sighed, "I don't mean just this time, you can't just annoy my date like this every time."

"Actually, I can." Leonardo raised his chin, "Although you won't be my boyfriend again until next year's Oscars, this is already destined, and of course I want to defend the virginity of my future boyfriend| Hold."

The corner of Gaspar's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He lowered his head and quickly glanced at the text message he had just received on his phone. His expression changed, and he didn't intend to say anything to the messy ex-boyfriend in front of him.

"I'll go see if J is all right." He said as he stood up and walked to the bathroom, "Don't follow, I have to calm down with cold water before I get mad at you."

Leonardo, who was immersed in inexplicable joy, didn't realize that something was wrong. Gaspar didn't come back until 10 minutes later. Of course, the mixed-race player disappeared, so Leonardo noticed something and hurriedly stopped him A waiter asked.

"You said the two gentlemen just now, they have settled the bill and left first, don't worry, please continue to enjoy."

Leonardo jumped up angrily on the spot when he learned that he had been tricked.

Toby, who had been silent all night, patted his friend's arm after finishing his rice.

“What’s yours is yours, what’s not yours, it’s not yours,” he said, “at least until you get on the podium.”

……

The two who sneaked out from the other side laughed together. Gaspar looked at the text messages on his phone again and gave the players a thumbs up. They chatted as they walked, most of the time talking about football, such as That club has lost money and sold people, and which club has internal strife again.

As it was getting dark, they took a taxi and returned to the hotel where Gaspar was staying. As soon as they got out of the car, Gaspar received a text message from Edward Furlong on his mobile phone.

"I won't go back tonight, see you tomorrow."

Gaspar coldly marked the opponent as "read" in his heart, and then he turned to the little player beside him who was humming softly in a good mood.Thinking of the beauty that the opponent showed after taking off his shirt in the afternoon, and thinking of a guy who was chasing after him and looking for trouble, Gaspar couldn't help but extend an invitation to the player.

"I'm going up, thank you today, J." Gasper said with a smile, "So, would you like to sit up and have a cup of tea or coffee or something?"

The mixed-race boy blinked and showed a bright smile: "Okay!"

"Before that, I still have to ask," Gaspar licked his dry lower lip, and asked rather cryptically, "Have you brought protective measures? I've used up all of them."

The young player, who was almost a head taller than Gaspar, froze in place, looking at Gaspar in disbelief, and finally found his tongue after a long time.

"Uh, Gaspar," he asked hesitantly, "protection—is there anything dangerous upstairs?"

Gaspar: ?

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The author has something to say:

Gaspar - who has experienced it countless times - Cook said he has never seen such an innocent boy who doesn't even know what protection measures are.

In the next chapter, baby Garth will go back to the United States to film!

【small theater】

At night, Gaspar and the little player lay on the same bed, their backs to their backs, and there was a hint of embarrassment in the air.

J: My head is full of rainbow farts (Gasper is so beautiful! Gasper’s waist is so thin!) I dare not touch my hands for fear of being hated

Gaspar: Why doesn't he touch me? Am I unattractive?

A few days later, J told Thomas about this experience, and successfully received contempt from his friends.

Little Thomas: The protection measure is safety| condoms, you are not a fool!