[football] this god

Chapter 238

After the UEFA Champions League is over, it is reasonable to say that the national team gathers. After all, this is another European Cup year, but the national team is very considerate of Cristiano. They think that since he has played one more Champions League final than most people, they should rest more. A few days are taken for granted.

Based on this consideration, the Portuguese national team issued a notice allowing Cristiano to postpone reporting to the team for a few days.

Cristiano was so happy that he decided to reward himself with a few extra days of sleep.

——But Cristiano obviously thinks too much.

On the first day back in Portugal, Cristiano was dug out of bed by smiling parents with resentment, put on a set of beautiful clothes, and dragged to relatives' house to do a traveling exhibition.

Under such a backlog of grievances, Cristiano decided to do something to adjust his mentality-such as teasing Mr. Messi, who seemed to be still depressed about the semi-finals.

"I suddenly realized that you haven't even praised my charm."

It can be said that Rio was very inexplicable when he received the above text message from Ronaldo. He didn't know what disease Ronaldo had, but he felt that it must be something wrong, so he very cleverly pretended not to see it and jumped over it - thanks With the lack of popularity of smartphones and the slowness of Facebook, there is no such thing as a "reading information" reminder in this era.

As an aside, ten years later, Leo once voted anonymously in a very boring survey, electing "information read notification" as the stupidest technological invention since the 21st century - Cristiano accused him of being "The victims of this invention deserved it."

But soon, Ronaldo sent another text message.

"Girls who meet me for the first time can feel my extraordinary charm, and ask me "Are you free?", you don't even know! "—Leo couldn't pretend he didn't see it this time.

"So you went to see girls. Champions are so nasty?" Leo demanded.

"I'm not dirty. Except for you, everyone knows that Ronaldo of Manchester United is a man of high moral character." Cristiano triumphantly played with his hair while knocking on his mobile phone with one hand. He had a premonition of what he was about to achieve tonight Great victory, "You only called me because you knew I was going to see girls."

Leo didn't think of any special words to refute Cristiano for a moment-although Ronaldo is not as noble as he imagined, but in retrospect, it seems that there is indeed no special evil.

"Really?" Leo tried to retort. "What does everyone know? Do many people know you? Do they really know you?"

"Of course," Cristiano replied proudly. "My friends can attest that I am a helpful, positive, warm, kind, and good communicative person. You can ask who doesn't love Cristiano."

"Oh no..." Cristiano suddenly thought of something, and scratched his curly hair in frustration, "The point is, to be honest, Mr. Macy, do you mind if I see girls?"

Leo frowned, and originally wanted to reply "not at all", but when he remembered what Mendes said to him a few days ago, he still hesitated.

—— "Do you have any ideas in the summer? Barcelona seems to be preparing to renew your contract. Do you have any psychological expectations?"

Just after Barcelona's season ended, Mendes carefully made an appointment with Rio to talk to him when he arrived at Leo's house-even though Leo directly stated that he thought there was nothing to talk about.

"You can just talk normally. I don't know how to value myself, you can figure it out." Leo obviously still hasn't fully recovered from the loss in the Champions League semi-final, and he looks a little distracted.

Just like Cristiano in "back then", relying on his ability to fool people so much, he really regarded himself as a fairy flower that can thrive by photosynthesis.Mendes made it clear with his eyes at the time.

"You don't have to ask me, you can just decide." Leo waved his hand impatiently. He doesn't like to discuss contracts or anything, which makes him feel uncomfortable—it's not that he doesn't like money, he has nothing against money, He's just not good at it.

And Leo hates being "not good at".

"You've got to make some decisions... Seriously, Mr. Macy, I've always known why you hired me, and I also know that you didn't intend to be close friends with me in the first place--of course, it wasn't me who signed Every player is my close friend. But if we are going to work together, at least you have to talk to me. Or if you don’t want to talk to me, you can talk to Cristiano and ask him to tell me— —if you think that’s something you can say to Cristiano.” Mendes was kind of pleading with Leo.

Leo frowned, "Mr. Mendez, I don't need someone to teach me what I should say to Ronaldo, that's our business—does he often talk to you about us?"

Mendez choked. He probably didn't expect Leo to catch such a hidden message.

Leo's eyebrows were knotted, "Very well, I will talk to Ronaldo about privacy—now, Mr. Mendes, your task is completed, you can go."

"You have to learn from Cristiano!" Mendes seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, "I won't harm you, Mr. Macy, you don't need to be so wary of a person who has a contract with you and has a stake in you. Mr. Macy, you may think that I don't like you, but you have to admit that I really want to help you. For you, I am responsible for myself. "

Leo didn't speak, but he gave a look of obvious distaste for the conversation.

"Little Mr. Messi," Mendez tried to be patient, "you don't have to shut yourself up too much, it's good for you to talk to the people around you - Cristiano is young... er, I mean, a few years ago, He was also a kid who wasn't very communicative a few years ago - on some things, but he's been practicing. He's very good at sharing now, but without crossing the boundaries of what you call "privacy". "

Leo became even more impatient, "What are you trying to say?"

"Mr. Messi, the most important thing for me as an agent is to help players adjust their mood. I think this is very important." Mendes said, "I hope to help you in the same way I helped Cristiano, but only if you You have to let your guard down—even if you can’t let your guard down with me, you should at least have a friend who can let you down.”

"True friends," Mendez emphasized.

"It's none of your business," Leo warned.

"I want to help you." Mendez's voice lowered and softened, "Little Mr. Macy, talk to someone, talk about anything—talk about the future, talk about your troubles, Even if the other party can't help you solve the problem, at least he can comfort you. And, seriously, are you really very frank with Cristiano? Cristiano is a very frank person, and he would prefer a Someone who was equally frank with him."

——Rio is indeed different from Ronaldo.

Leo doesn't like the feeling of being social, he doesn't like to share things with other people, and he doesn't like being seen through by others.The only exception to this is Ronaldo.

But no one is "someone is enough" and "someone can form a world", and neither can Leo, so Leo still always feels that he has nowhere to talk and can't get rid of his loneliness.

"Why didn't you reply? Are you really angry?" Cristiano was a little worried when he didn't see the reply for a long time—he wondered if he really annoyed Messi about the "girl" issue, "Okay ...I did meet a few girls, but they were my cousins ​​and my cousins' best friends - I wouldn't really lay hands on them, absolutely not!"

Cristiano almost swore to the sky.

"If I'm angry, I'll tell you." Leo read the meaning behind Ronaldo's words-Ronaldo thought he was a cold and violent person, and thought that if he was angry, he would be silent and would not tell others at all.Even Ronaldo, whom Leo considers himself very trusting, sees Leo as a man who is too silent to share his feelings.

"Uh...really?" Cristiano found this statement unconvincing.

Leo frowned, "I'm not angry, I'm just... well, I think I can stop being angry after I calm down, so there's no need to tell you that I'm a person who "cares" about such little things. people. "

Well, although Leo still can't trust someone else around him, he feels that in order to be fair, he should also be frank with Ronaldo-considering that Ronaldo likes frank people, and he is also frank with Leo.

Generally very frank.

Cristiano didn't know about Leo's ups and downs, but when he saw the text message, he couldn't help but fell off the hammock in the backyard.

The old Mr. Aveiro, who was lying on another hammock, was chewing quit candy and turned his head to look at Cristiano who fell down.

Cristiano turned over and sat on the ground, looking at the phone with burning eyes, and did not respond to his father's concern at all—God, he wanted to print out this text message and hang it on the gate of his house.

He wants to let the crowds who come and go know that Messi, the talking mute, has made history by admitting that he is jealous.

Oh my goodness.

Cristiano vowed to write his great victory in a future biography, a retirement speech and a speech in Zurich.

The author has something to say: the day has been changed for seven months, and the New Year's Eve and the fifteenth day of the first lunar month will each be off for one day