[football] exactly the same

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Of course, little Chris failed to spend the night with Mr. Aveiro.

'Go ahead!That's how you love me!did i do somethingNo!I did nothing wrong, I think about teaching you to be a leader every day, but what about you?Threatening me just because I said a few words to you! 'Cristiano blamed Chris so heartbroken at the time.

Little Chris slowly drank the fruit and vegetable juice prepared for him by his maid Miss Mary, while carefully watching Cristiano in case he was really angry.

' I'm even more sure I've been treated unfairly considering you're going to be moving out with some unnamed people soon - have you picked a house yet?Where? '

Little Chris chose a community a little farther from here, which is also very good, but relatively cheap-very suitable for Little Chris's current income level.

'no!The house next door to me is for sale, buy it. ' Cristiano's outrageous request.

That's why little Chris sat in the locker room the next day, staring down at the deficit in his bank account.

"Hey, are you and Cristiano all right?" Cassie went over to say hello to Chris, who was a little worried about how yesterday's news might affect them when he saw Chris holding his phone still after changing his training clothes.

"Oh, Icar, yes, we're not bad." Little Chris put away his phone.

Cassie has always believed in little Chris, so after the basically nonexistent crisis alarm was lifted, his sense of gossip strongly replaced his sense of responsibility as the captain.

Cassie carefully sat closer to little Chris, "Cristiano has been unusual recently-for you, have you talked to him?"

The whole locker room fell silent, with twenty or thirty ears perked up, waiting to hear something.

"I talked to him about my dad," Chris Jr. confessed leniently, "so he feels better."

As someone who seeks the dignity of the captain, Casey felt it was time to stop gossip.

But as a human being, is it any strange thing that he has curiosity?

No.

So Cassie decided to follow human instincts.

"I thought he would feel a lot worse after you talked to him about your father." Cassie said frankly, "So...you have misunderstood his feelings."

Little Chris looked down and played with his fingers, pretending not to understand Spanish.

Marcelo added fuel to the fire, "Seriously, I also think you may have misunderstood Cristiano or something. After you talk to him about your father or something, it stands to reason that he will definitely be furious-Chris, to be honest, yes Any problems must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise the league championship we are about to win this year may fly away."

Cassie gave Marcelo a hard look for saying such a very ominous word.

Marcelo pretended not to see Cassie's fierce eyes, and quickly turned around to talk to Coentraan.

"Is there really no problem between you?" Cassie asked with concern.

Little Chris smiled awkwardly, touched the back of his head, but didn't speak.

How could it be okay...

"No, papa, you are me..." When little Chris realized that he had slipped the tongue, it was obviously too late.

"What did you call me..." Cristiano's expression was neither pure surprise or disgust, nor complete joy or happiness, but more precisely, it was confusion and expectation.

Chris Jr. suspects that the young Cristiano may not know what he is about to face, and he doesn't even have a real understanding of the word father.

But little Chris decided to give it a try-if it didn't work, Sapo said that Cristiano had heard it wrong.

'I had a very real dream that a man very much like you was my father - I never knew who he was until I met you. ' Little Chris was speechless for a moment with nervousness and apprehension.

But the miracle is: Cristiano actually understood.

'You go on. '

Not as triumphant or terrified as Little Chris imagined, if he had to describe it, he would rather say that Cristiano is calm at the moment—even calm in body and mind.

'I sometimes feel like the person in my dreams is you. Little Chris twisted his fingers, he didn't know if he would be regarded as a lunatic or something after saying this, he just thought he should tell Cristiano.

As Casey once said, what he did before was not in love with Cristiano, but more like betrayal.

'Then why didn't you tell me before? 'Cristiano's acceptance of this matter seems to be much better than Chris Jr. thought.

Little Chris froze for a moment, feeling that this logical sequence was different from what he had imagined before.But considering that the development of this matter is still beneficial to me, I followed what Cristiano said, "I just think it might be good for us if you don't know." '

Cristiano didn't lose his temper, didn't accuse Chris Jr. of what to say, he even just asked very calmly, 'Why do you think you can decide what is good for me? '

This is a very sharp question. Little Chris never thought, 'Because I think I love you, then what I do must also love you. '

Cristiano rolled his eyes at that time, 'You continue to talk, I reluctantly ask myself not to hit you. '

'Cristiano, I don't know, but I've thought about it - I've told you countless times how much I admire you...'

'you have not. Cristiano interrupted Little Chris mercilessly, and successfully got Little Chris a very hypocritical smile—seeing this, Cristiano seemed to realize what he had done. One sentence, 'you go on. '

'I said it, only not to you. '

'Then it still hasn't been said. '

"Are you still listening..." Little Chris asked.

Cristiano muttered something, probably saying that little Chris was proud of his favor and didn't want to repent.

’ But I’m worried that it’s going to put pressure on you – I’ve done it before, and I feel like I’m pushing you into a situation where you have to be a god. Little Chris bit his lip, "I don't want that, I just want to support you, but I don't ask you to be something."Cristiano, do you understand what I mean?You just have to be yourself and I love you, you don't have to be a god. '

Cristiano didn't look very moved when he looked at Little Chris - this was very unexpected for Little Chris.

'No one can ask me to be anything, including you, Chris. Cristiano's momentary trance made Chris see the older father, "No one can ask me to be anything except myself.So, if I am determined to be something, it means to be something for myself, not for anyone else. '

'you love me? ’ Cristiano made a meaningless interrogative sentence, ‘Since you love me, you should be honest with me instead of making up your own mind what is good for me-no matter who you are, even if you are The one closest to me doesn't know what I want better than myself. '

'The way to love someone is not self-assertion, but honesty. ' Cristiano made a small summary.

Little Chris lowered his head to reflect seriously, but soon he realized a blind spot.

'Wait, Cristiano, why don't you ask me why my 'father' is you, I mean, isn't that weird?Suddenly someone said that to you. Little Chris was a little puzzled, but also a little looking forward-although he didn't know what he was expecting, which was impossible.

Cristiano took one look at him and retorted, 'For God's sake, the whole world - I mean even Gonzalo, who is not close to you, realizes that I am very similar to your 'father', isn't it? I should also ask you like a fool, 'Oh Chris, why on earth are you calling me your father'... Wake up please?I'm not stupid. '

'But don't you want to know why? Little Chris felt that everything was going too smoothly, which was really unreasonable.

According to his imagination, at least in order to show respect for science and the reason of modern civilized society, Cristiano has to say: Are you crazy?

But Cristiano didn't.

'I demand what I deserve, but I never question God's will as a mortal. 'Cristiano said dryly,'God has his own arrangements, I just go and get everything. '

Little Chris thought for a while, and felt that it was unreliable to praise Cristiano's possessive desire and despise his possessive desire at this time, so he silently lowered his head and did not speak.

Cristiano tapped his knuckles on the table impatiently, 'What do you have to say now? '

Chris Jr. feels like he's done talking - considering Cristiano didn't ask him anything.

So he shook his head frankly, and asked Cristiano humbly what else he wanted to know.

'I don't have anything to know, I just thought you should apologize or something. "Cristiano looked at little Chris, "You seriously affected my reputation, if it weren't for your concealment, I wouldn't criticize myself. '

……

Is this my fault?Did I say my father was bad?And didn't you yourself keep insisting that he was a liar, bluffing, talking on paper and knowing nothing about football?

But as a good boy in the traditional sense, of course little Chris obediently said sorry.

'Then what? 'Cristiano clearly didn't get everything he wanted.

Little Chris asked with a little sigh in doubt, 'Then? '

'Call Dad. ' Cristiano said grimly.

Little Chris flatly refused.

"Are you and Cristiano really okay?" Cassie looked at the unpredictable expression of little Chris, worry finally overcame gossip for the first time today, "If you have any questions, you can tell me, Chris, let's figure it out together, maybe it will help."

"It's okay Ikar, I know what to do." Little Chris promised, "I'll take care of it."

I'll try not to call you dad so I won't scare you to death...