[football] this god

"Yes yes, not late, I swear," Cristiano said as he got out of Keane's car.

When Cristiano finally got rid of the old captain and returned to his temporary residence in Manchester, it was no surprise to find that Mendes was already waiting for him at home-he gave Mendes the key to his own residence, which was his A habit left over for many years, except for the bedroom, he can share almost all his space with Mendes.

To be honest, Mendes looked a little surprised when he did this-but of course, when Cristiano did this in his last life, he was already in Madrid.Considering they haven't known each other that long, it's only natural that Mendes would be a little surprised.

"Give me what? Cristiano, I'm sorry, I may not have heard clearly just now." Mendes said to Cristiano at the time.

"Although I think you heard clearly, but since you insist, well-I mean, I'm going to give you a key to my house." Cristiano looked very casual as he inspected the furnishings of this new home "I just want to make sure you can come to me if you feel the need, and, of course, I want you to know how much I believe in you."

"The keys to your house?" Mendes looked moved by the explanation that followed, but he still couldn't seem to believe his ears, so he asked again.

Cristiano probably really found it funny this time—he turned his head to look at Mendez, with a smile in his bright eyes, "God Jorge, are you too old? Why do you ask so many questions?" times? Yes, I’m saying, I’m going to give you a key to my house—I think it’s a really good thing for both of us.”

Eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys have already left the age of needing to rely on others, and are just entering an age that urgently needs their own personal space, so if Mendes still can't believe his ears, then he will never admit that it is because he is old If the ears are not good, it is definitely because Cristiano's approach is too anti-human.

"I'm happy, Cristiano, I'm glad you trust me so much." Mendes still couldn't get his surprise expression together, "Well, I just didn't expect it."

"As I said, I believe in you, Jorge, and I want you to know that I believe in you," Cristiano said. "You deserve it."

Mendes was both moved and surprised at the time—in fact, he still is when he thinks about it now.

"So, you read the report on today's training session? Then, I guess there is something you want to talk to me about?" Cristiano asked Mendes casually as he put his backpack away after entering the door.

This is also the habit of Mendes for many years. In the past days, Mendes has paid attention to almost every piece of news about Cristiano.

"Of course." Mendes replied very naturally, but soon he stopped looking very surprised, and then looked at Cristiano.

"What's wrong?" Cristiano poured himself a glass of water and turned around to find that Mendes was looking at him in surprise - which obviously surprised him, because he didn't feel what he said at all Strange words.

Mendes curled his lips, "Nothing—well, of course, I read the reports about this training session. I actually think it's okay for you to insist on passing the ball, but I want to know why. Cristiano, you You know, the British media are expecting to see a king of the box or something. After all, the most expensive thing in the world is a striker."

"More expensive than a striker is a good striker - of course," Cristiano said.

"Yeah, that's it. So I think maybe it's time for you to show your offensive ability, although ... of course, playmaking is also very important."

"The Jazz want me to play in midfield—I guess at least closer to midfield," Cristiano realized after the first half of the sentence that his tone was too sure, so he quickly changed his words to make it sound less like Through the drama, "He talked to me after training, and I think he meant it."

That may be because you have over-displayed your organizational skills...Mendez complained, but maybe considering that this is already a fait accompli, it is useless to say more, so Mendes didn't dwell on this matter for too long-after all To entangle or even try to change the Jazz's decision is a meaningless and brain-dead behavior, because everyone knows the Jazz's rules: whoever causes trouble will leave.

"Well, of course, Jazz will know what's good for you." Mendes said an absolutely infallible nonsense.

"Besides this, er, Jorge, I have a few things I want to tell you." Cristiano grabbed an apple on the table and wiped it, and bit it, "Sorry, I'm hungry." —He explained vaguely like this.

Mendes didn't realize that Cristiano, who had just arrived in Manchester, had anything to think about. After all, the most important housing problem had been solved.But he still asked Cristiano gently, as always, what he needed from him.

"I would like to ask you to help my father find an institution for alcohol rehabilitation - in Manchester." Cristiano swallowed a big mouthful of apple, looking at Mendez with bright eyes, "Please, Jorge."

This incident was not at all surprising, since old Mr. Aveiro was a well-known drinker.Mendez nodded without hesitation, "Sure, I'll check out a good alcohol recovery facility in Manchester - I guess you have something else? Because you said 'a few'? "

Cristiano hesitated for a moment, put the half-bitten apple on the table as if nervous, and rubbed his fingers—Mendez didn't know why, but felt that things might be a little tricky.

He decided to take a sip of water to calm his shock.

"Uh, I want to visit Barcelona." Cristiano said hesitantly, "If it's possible, can you help me arrange one..."

puff.

Before Cristiano could finish his sentence, Mendes spit on the face of him who was sitting opposite - it seemed that Mendes had been so nervous since hearing the word "Barcelona" that he couldn't extricate himself up.

Cristiano looked at Mendes, then silently took a tissue and wiped his face without daring to complain. It seemed that he knew very well that it was all his own fault.

"But I'm not going to watch the football, I just want to see the ancient city." Cristiano thought for a while and defended himself, "Barcelona means nothing to me, really! I swear!"

Mendes gave a dry laugh, saying that Cristiano's explanation was very convincing.

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Thank you, guests, for your rewards.

[I jumped into that pit and devoted myself to the last chapter, intending to leave a message to wake up the author's sympathy] [Then suddenly discovered] [That was not 2017-02] [It was 2011-02] [I was angry! ! ! ! ! 】

【Take a joke】

Cristiano scribbled a few strokes with a black oil-based brush on the small whiteboard on the left side of the bedroom—with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Try both poses today."

Leo looked at the two groups of very postmodern stick figures for a while, then slowly pulled his slippers and walked to the small whiteboard with the name "Leo" on the right.

I also drew a few brush strokes.

"As smart as I am, you're terrible at drawing—I'm drawing right."

"No wonder!" Cristiano crossed his arms coldly and looked at Leo's villain for a while.

Cristiano picked up the pen again and drew another set.

"It should be like this! This version is the correct answer."

"You are the greatest insult to art!"

Leo also revised a version.

"Harvey, Andres, look at these two photos, whose villain is better?"

The next day Leo took out his phone and showed two photos to his old buddies.

Harvey took Leo's phone and flicked the screen back and forth eight times, his face turned red, but he still couldn't say a word.

Andres snatched the phone and returned it to Leo with a smile on his face.

"Leo, which one did you draw? Yours is the best."

Harvey nodded.

—and today his Andres is handsome and witty again.

"Sese, which of these two groups of villains do you think looks better???"

Ramos took Cristiano's mobile phone and carefully studied the group of small people in the two photos.

1 minutes passed.

"Cristiano, answer me, have you been drawing villains all night?????"