Chapter 24 Something is wrong. It turns out that girls’ hair is so easy to style…

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

Inzaghi sat in a chair in the locker room, lost in thought.

Kaka next to him was humming a song, drying his hair, and running to the mirror to adjust his hairstyle and collar to ensure that he presented a good image.

Inzaghi met his gaze in the mirror, and the next second he turned around and asked, "Pippo, how do I look?"

"Very good, we can go to the dance now," Super Pippo replied dryly.

Kaka was obviously very satisfied with the answer. He ran back to his seat with his bag in hand. When he passed by Gattuso, he took advantage of him not paying attention, snorted twice from behind and was about to run away.

He was caught by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Maldini. He was not there for the warm atmosphere of the locker room, so after stopping the man, he let Gattuso rush up and beat Kaka up, slapping him twice.

Maldini had something to ask him, so he interrupted their playful banter and said, "Aren't you coming to the dinner party later?"

"Dinner? No, Paul. Carlo said today that I was overweight." Kaka hid behind him, half of his head popping out to secretly observe whether Gattuso was still there. When he saw him return to his seat, he straightened his hair. "Nothing, I'm leaving first. Leah is almost off work, and I have to pick her up."

The reason was very good, so Maldini didn't try to persuade him too much. "See you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow!" Kaka hummed a song, carrying his bag, and trotted out of the locker room.

"Something is wrong." Inzaghi murmured.

“Hmm?” Nesta sat beside him, her cheeks bulging with chocolate bars. “What’s wrong?”

"You're still eating?" Inzaghi, who had a weak stomach and no appetite after working out, said in surprise, "Didn't Carlo also tell you to watch your weight?"

Nesta turned a deaf ear to him, chewed and chewed, then swallowed and said, "He didn't say it was today."

Today is Milan's first day of training. As soon as they arrived in the morning, they were taken to weigh themselves to see if they had maintained their form during the holiday, and to see if any of them were overweight.

Unfortunately, the holiday was too relaxing and there was no physical exertion from the game. Nesta, Kaka and Dida were overweight and were ordered to increase their exercise and reduce their food intake.

After the holiday, those who have no intention of transferring will have a meal together after the first day of training to enhance their relationship, even though they may have just returned from vacation together.

Kaka never refuses team dinners, and doesn't care about Ancelotti's advice on losing weight and eating less. He just raises his hands in protest, saying he can lose five pounds in one game! Of course, this is true.

"Pippo, what's wrong?" The kind Shevchenko sat down and put his arm around his shoulders, asking worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to go to the team doctor with you?"

"I'm fine, Andrea," Inzaghi shook his head. "I mean Richie, he actually refused the dinner today, and did you see, when he came this morning he was dressed very..."

He paused for two seconds before saying, "Full of energy."

"He just got out of the shower, not only did he blow-dry his hair, he styled it, spent a long time in front of the mirror, and even sprayed perfume!" Inzaghi said in disbelief. "He sprayed perfume right after training!"

Shevchenko: ...

The kind little nightingale was silent for a long time. "You were like this when you had a date tonight, don't you remember?"

"Rich has a girlfriend now, so it's normal for him to want to make a good impression on her."

Finally, he offered a word of advice from experience: "Talk to him a little longer and he won't be like this anymore."

In fact, everyone in the locker room lives a relatively rough life. The only ones who are more refined are Ambrosini, Maldini, and Shevchenko, but they only take good care of themselves and don't go home in a slovenly manner. Occasionally, when Inzaghi has a date, he will spray himself with gel to create a style, and perfume and mouthwash are also indispensable. So when he said this about Kaka, Shevchenko had no sympathy at all.

In his opinion, Kaka is still a college student, so it is normal for him to like cleanliness.

Shevchenko's filter is too big, and he selectively ignores the fact that during the days when there were no games last season, Kaka trained all day with stubble on his lips, and was only forced into his dormitory room by his life supervisor the night before the game and ordered to shave it off.

"We have to maintain a good image for the fans!" Especially you. The life manager stared at Kaka closely, carefully observing whether there was any place that was not shaved cleanly. Seeing that his face was clean and beautiful again, he patted his shoulder and let him go.

Inzaghi was persuaded by Shevchenko and put his thoughts aside and followed his teammates to the dinner place.

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Something is wrong. Something is really wrong.

Rosalia asked the same question.

Since the two moved out, they have been living in one bedroom and one bed. Kaka said confidently: "This is the only room we have. Are you willing to let me sleep on the floor?"

Of course I can’t bear to do that.

They slept in one bed, using two separate quilts for each other's safety.

So when Leah rolled over onto Kaka's pillow again and snuggled into his quilt, she found nothing.

Rosalia: Touch, touch, touch—

Where are the people?

How can I be a Samoyed as big as me?

She sat up suddenly in bed and looked around with her messy hair.

The movement was so big that Luna, who was sleeping soundly on top of her head, fell over. She came over with a meow, hit her with her tail, and walked out the door with graceful steps.

Just then, Kaka pushed the door open and came in.

Kaka's hair was parted on the side, a few strands dangling from his forehead, swaying slightly with his movements. The black-framed glasses perched on his nose obscured his slightly round eyes, making him look even more mature. He was shirtless, wearing a silk velvet patchwork robe over it, with a belt tied loosely around his waist. As he walked, the movement of his shoulders caused the collar to open wide, revealing his ample chest muscles.

Such good food for the eyes early in the morning!

Rosalia sat at the head of the bed in a daze.

Kaka came over, lifted the quilt, held her in his arms, combed her messy hair with his hands, bent down and kissed her, and said, "It's still early, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Leah nodded, and as he approached she smelled a familiar aroma and couldn't help but look up to observe.

Her gaze lingered, moving from the muscles so close to her, to rest on his face. Kaka's chin was perfectly smooth, with a fresh scent of aftershave. He had no unruly stubble, nor was he trying to grow a beard to add ten years to his age. His skin was delicate, his pores barely perceptible. Through his glasses, Leah noticed he'd plucked his eyebrows. Although it was just a shave of unwanted hair, he looked remarkably clean and sharp.

His skin is moist and very shiny.

Leah asked him, "Did you use my skincare products?"

Kaka paused and asked tentatively, "Is it okay?"

"Of course, I just said it smelled familiar," Leah nodded, affirming her keen sense of smell. "I was even thinking about buying you a set of skincare products, but I didn't ask because I was afraid you'd think it was unnecessary."

"I can use the same method with you." Kaka lowered his head and rubbed the top of her head with his chin. "Okay, sleep a little longer. I'll call you when the time comes."

Kaka coaxed her in a low voice and patted her back with his hands. Leia suddenly felt like she was back in her childhood. Before she could protest, her eyelids became heavy and her consciousness fell into a coma.

-

"So why did you get up so early?"

On the way home from get off work, Rosalia questioned Kaka who was driving.

"You even took a shower, ordered Starbucks breakfast delivery, made yourself breakfast, and fed Luna."

Kaka gripped the steering wheel tightly, turned his head to look at her, and pursed his lips.

After three seconds of silence, he whispered, "Don't you like it?"

"I'm worried you'll get tired," Leah frowned and counted on her fingers. "Shower once in the morning, once after training, and again before bed at night. I'm worried your skin will dry out."

"Besides, you train so much during the day, and you have to pick me up and drop me off at get off work, prepare breakfast in the morning, and clean the house. Just hearing that makes me tired."

"We can have breakfast delivered long-term. I ordered an automatic pet feeder today, and I'll see it when I get home later. As for your bathing frequency," after Kaka parked the car steadily, Rosalia leaned over and cupped his face, squeezing it gently into a little chicken-like kiss. "If you have any mental problems, can we find a doctor? Otherwise, I'm really worried you'll catch a cold."

Leia sighed heavily, feeling that the burden on her shoulders was very heavy. This family simply couldn't do without her.

Blinking, without the obstruction of glasses, Kaka's dark brown pupils appeared even deeper, and against his expression, they showed a dazed look.

"I thought you'd like it."

"What?" Rosalia thought she had misheard and asked again, "What do you like?"

"Appearance."

"My appearance."

Kaka was silent for a long time before speaking.

"So you get up every day before I wake up, clean yourself up, and arrange everything at home because you think that's the only way I'll like you?" Rosalia was incredulous. She stared at Kaka with wide eyes, "Oh my God, why would you think that?"

Kaka, who comes from a wealthy family and has a good personality, has been loved since he was a child. He always feels that he has been liked by many people without paying anything in return, and he feels unworthy of it, so he works hard to repay his family and fans.

But after meeting Leah, the feelings between them came too quickly and too intensely, which made Kaka afraid that he would lose her at any time.

If I didn't look like this, if I wasn't a good player, would Leah still like me?

Kaka fell into such doubts.

He didn't dare to ask, so he could only try his best to maintain what he could think of that attracted her and do better to keep her by his side.

Leia's words made Kaka feel a little embarrassed. He turned his head to block her sight and said nothing.

"My dear, perhaps our first attraction was our looks, but after spending so much time together, I can see past your exterior to your kindness and character." She reached out and pinched his chin, forcing it towards her, and spoke word by word, "Even though I don't understand football, I know that fans are the hardest group to please. But I've never seen anyone question your character."

"Don't be insecure, Richie."

"I love you because you are worth it."

"Really?" Kaka's voice seemed to be choked with sobs.

Rosalia nodded firmly: "Yes!"

"Can I touch your head?"

"Of course...?"

What can I do?

What are you touching?

Rosalia was startled. A large hand stretched out from the side, with five fingers spread out to cover her head, and then -

Snoring.

Kaka circled his hands twice and quickly withdrew them, as if nothing had happened. It was not his girlfriend who was next to him, and his girlfriend's hair had not become a bird's nest.

"I didn't know girls' heads were this round," he sighed contentedly, "I finally got it right."

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