[football] this god

After the game, Mendes walked into the hotel lobby in embarrassment under the eyes of the whole Barcelona team, and in front of all the Barcelona players, he wanted to say a few words to Leo—he promised that he was not here to provoke his signed players He really just wanted to take the opportunity to tell Leo whether he would accept a valuable advertising invitation.

Mendes had a premonition that Leo was not in the mood to say this now, but he had no choice. On the one hand, the representative of the opposing company urged him hard, and the price was indeed high, and Mendes himself was reluctant. On the other hand, after today's match, Christie Jarno's performance was a bit provocative, and Mendes was not at ease about Mr. Macy's glassy heart, worrying that the two of them would find trouble with each other and make the whole world restless together.

Puyol felt that Leo was in a bad mood at this time, and wanted to stop him, but Harvey, who realized his thoughts, quickly pulled him away.

Puyol glanced at Harvey, and in the end he did not object to Harvey's actions. He was obviously aware of Harvey's good intentions - let Leo lose his temper with Mendes, maybe Leo can sleep well .

Puyol thinks Harvey is a good idea.

"What's the matter?" Leo was not angry when he saw Mendes - he probably thought that none of this had anything to do with Mendes, after all, it really had nothing to do with it.

Mendes once again directly expressed his good wish to talk alone. After all, the conversation he wanted to have contained too much unknown content. Mr. Mendes' professionalism and IQ required him not to be in public Roaring and roaring.

Leo frowned. He didn't know why Mendes came here in such a hurry at night. He only knew that he was very tired and didn't want to talk about it at all. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Our flight at 09:30, you can :Call me between 08 and 30:[-], and I'll answer."

Mendes was blocked back, but he still wanted to say something, comfort Messi, let him not think too much, and hint him by the way, let him not talk to Cristiano...you know...then what...

Leo saw what Mendes was thinking this time—he was always sharp when it came to Ronaldo, and he frowned again, “Shut up, sir, before I'm really angry—that's Don't worry about our affairs."

Puyol looked at Mendes suspiciously. He wanted to know who "we" were, after all, semantically speaking, this obviously did not refer to any Barcelona players.

Of course, it is impossible for Mendes to answer people’s questions. He could only look at Leo, and then left helplessly. This is why he has always disapproved of the relationship between Cristiano and Mr. Messi. Too strong and too fragile, and the loss of a single skirmish could bring countless annoyances.

But Leo didn't actually go straight to sleep after returning to his room to wash up - he saw the missed call from Ronaldo while he was washing, and the text message that followed.

——"If you go to wash and haven't slept yet, just give me a call back?"

Leo was very tired and annoyed. In fact, he didn't want to go back at all, and he was not in the mood to go back at all, but when he reached out to press the power off button, he suddenly stopped.

Leo has been dating Ronaldo for more than a day or two. He thinks he knows Ronaldo very well. In fact, he knows very well in his heart that if Ronaldo does not sleep at this time after the game and insists on calling him for a conversation, it must mean that Ronaldo is indeed There is something to say - and it must be said now.

Indeed, Leo didn't know what Ronaldo wanted to say and could say, but he knew there must be something to say.

Leo looked at the phone screen for a while in a mixed mood, and finally grabbed the phone and called Ronaldo back-even though he didn't want to talk to anyone at all.

"I was also worried that you wouldn't call back."

As soon as Rio dialed, Ronaldo quickly picked up the phone and directly expressed his thoughts.

Leo was a little unsure of what to say, so he grabbed his phone and hummed casually—he knew it seemed a bit perfunctory, but he didn't seem to have anything else to respond to.

What can he say?Can he say against his will that he doesn't seem to mind the game just now?Moreover, even if he said this, Ronaldo could not believe him-no, if Ronaldo believed it, it might be even worse, because Ronaldo might think that Leo is a person without self-respect.

But Cristiano heard what Messi was thinking without directly answering, "I told you, it is not easy for us to be together."

Leo frowned, he remembered this sentence, but he didn't like Ronaldo's tone of "I knew it all along, I have everything under control", which made him feel blamed.But Rio didn't speak, he was waiting to hear Ronaldo's follow-up.

"The mutual hostility between people around us is one part," continued Cristiano, "how we resolve this is another part."

Leo was silent for a while, then hummed, indicating that he was still listening.

Cristiano originally hoped that Mr. Messi could say something to echo himself, but after thinking about it, he felt that Mr. Messi was not the same material, so he could only accept his fate—whom to blame?Isn't it the social imbecility he found in his own free love?Cristiano comforted himself with such optimism, and then continued his speech, "We..."

Cristiano stopped suddenly.

Leo was a little confused, he didn't know why Ronaldo suddenly stopped talking, "Huh? Then?"

— “The relationship between you two is too complex,” Mendez once stated when referring to his trivial objections to the relationship. , that's ridiculous, neither you nor Messi can do it, IMHO."

"I'm not a 20-year-old kid anymore, Jorge, do you think I can't separate my competition from my personal life? This is bullshit! Jorge, you're humiliating me. Just watch, I can separate this, and I'll let Messi do the same."

Mendez gave a stiff smile that was as friendly as possible, then secretly rolled his eyes.

"You don't believe me, well, then tell me, what do you think I should do? Don't talk about breaking up, it will make me feel that you have lived up to your reputation - the best agent or something." Cristiano thought hard menacingly threatened Mr. Mendez.

Mr. Mendes poignantly realized that his good friend, good player, and finally turned into a bad boy who caused trouble in the world, "but the truth is, if I could know how to solve this matter, I might not think You two shouldn't be together - oh my god, did I just say "you shouldn't be together"?God, I actually said what was on my mind, unbelievable. "

Cristiano asked himself, why didn't you find Mr. Mendez so hypocritical before.

"Although you don't believe it, I have confidence. I don't think hostility is the main theme between me and Messi." Cristiano is full of confidence.

Mendes showed a more hypocritical smirk, "Okay, it's very exciting, it sounds like a lie-Cristiano, is there anything else between you two besides fighting? I To be honest, although I said before that there was something wrong with the "past" of the two of you, but in fact I think it was just a...you know, abnormal crush relationship..."

"You said I was perverted." Cristiano hit the nail on the head.

Mr. Mendes held back his double chin in hesitation, "Well, it can be said that... I think you two just "think" that you like each other because you pay too much attention to each other-I know this is very insightful, don't take too much admire me. "

"Jorge, though I'm glad you're willing to share your real thoughts with me - as stupid as it sounds. But I have to shatter your dreams, because I guess I'm well aware of our relationship I still say that, there is confrontation between us, but the main theme between us is not hostility."

--"what is that?"

When Cristiano said the same argument, it took Leo a while to ask this question—it just sounded like Leo didn't really know the answer to this question, he seemed to be just waiting to prove something.

But this time Cristiano did not speak, and no matter how much Leo waited and asked, he did not speak.

Instead of being angry, Leo smiled.

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Leo didn't ask any more questions, and said quickly, "I was about to say that too, that's great, then...uh, good night, that's it, bye."

— “What’s that?” Mendez asked at the time.

"Companion." Cristiano had a very subtle embarrassment on his face, "It's company, Jorge."

Mendez, with trembling fingers and blue face, seemed about to have a heart attack.

But Cristiano didn't seem to notice, "Jorge, although Messi and I are opposites, the most important thing between us is to stand face to face like this, to remind each other that we are not alone - we are both mate, and the last villain we faced before each other became gods. We faced each other, both to compete and to see each other more clearly. In the end, we are the ones who know each other best, and only one of us can make the other It is not possible to fall because of loneliness before becoming a god. Our destiny is to "resist", but if there is no opponent, why bother to fight?Why should we live if we don't have to fight? "

"Jorge, everyone has meaning in life, I am his "meaning" and he is mine.We are together for a better fight and a better life. "

——Leo waited until Cristiano hung up the phone before putting down the phone.

He looked at his mobile phone, and after a while, he suddenly covered his face and smiled.

But if you look carefully, anyone can see his slightly trembling fingers and a little bit of teardrop between his fingers.

"It's him, God, my God, you finally solved my doubts perfectly, he is indeed the only person in the whole world who "knows" me. " Leo rolled these words in his throat, but he didn't know who else to say it to except God.

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