Chapter 182

Cristiano got into the kart and waved confidently to the media on both sides of the track, while Florentino sat in the spectator seats to watch the game.

Mourinho sat up a little straighter. Even though he said the karting race was a waste of time, it was about to begin. The competitive Portuguese couldn't help but squint his eyes and pay attention.

"Real Madrid's all-star lineup of racers! Second qualifying group! Cristiano Ronaldo! Kaka! Karim Benzema! Ruud Van Nistelrooy! Pepe!..." The karting track's loudspeaker broadcast began to call for everyone to take their positions.

Cristiano put on his helmet and the kart's engine started roaring.

He looked out of the car window and met Kaka's gaze. He smiled widely and made a gesture - let's do as we agreed!

Kaka gave him a thumbs up and nodded.

Seeing this, Cristiano looked to his left again, stretched out his arm and patted Van Nistelrooy's car door, raised his eyebrows at him, and grinned childishly and provocatively.

Fanny rolled his eyes and mouthed - "I won't let you."

Cristiano was immediately irritated and his fury exploded again.

"What are Ronaldo and Van Nistelrooy yelling about?" Florentino turned to Mourinho in confusion.

"How should I know? I'm sitting as far away as you," Mourinho replied.

Florentino: “…”

He shouldn't have asked the Portuguese.

After Mourinho finished speaking, he turned to the track and said, if you ask him who he hopes will win, it would be Cristiano.

As the countdown on the radio ended, several karts rushed out together.

"…Pepe rushed to the front!! Benzema followed behind!! The third place was Van Nistelrooy!…Ronaldo and Kaka took the last two places! The qualifying places for the qualifiers have been determined!"

Mourinho covered his eyes. He saw Cristiano trying to overtake on the curve several times, but was stuck by Kaka's kart every time. He could only follow behind Kaka's kart with his speed suppressed. It was like he was on an outing and he drove very safely.

Cristiano got off the kart, took off his helmet, pursed his lips and held it in his arms, not saying a word, as if he had lost a battle, or a game.

Van Nistelrooy turned his head to look at Cristiano's ranking, and saw on the big screen of the track that the last two were Cristiano and Kaka.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then looked at Cristiano, only to see that his face was flushed and his lips were pouted, as if he was very angry but had nowhere to say it. Van Nistelrooy couldn't help but laugh even louder.

"Ronnie? First place? Last?" He raised his eyebrows and raised his chin towards Cristiano.

Cristiano: “…”

“Luther!” He was so angry that his eyes turned red. “This is because I was stuck at the bend! If it weren’t for this, I would definitely have passed you.”

"Stop bragging, little dog." Van Nistelrooy laughed. He pinched Cristiano's face and deformed it in a few seconds. He pinched it into a dough and laughed even louder.

Cristiano was used to being pinched on the face by Ferdinand and others when he was in Manchester United. He was more concerned about what Van Nistelrooy said than being pinched on the face. He was so anxious that he used gestures to explain: "I didn't! Luther, I was just two turns away! I was blocked!"

When Kaka got off his kart, he noticed that his lover was anxiously gesticulating and talking to Van Nistelrooy. He turned his head to look at the ranking on the big screen behind him and touched the tip of his nose. Well, this was a little far from what Cristiano expected.

He walked over to Cristiano and comforted him: "Cris, it's just an event game, it's nothing."

Cristiano turned to Kaka and sniffed hard. The corners of his eyes drooped like a puppy's, making his eyes look even rounder and more aggrieved. He whispered, "I clearly told you how to turn. You should have used someone else's parking space, not mine!"

"Well, okay, Cris..." Kaka touched the back of his head. He was more surprised by Cristiano's reaction than the outcome of the game.

He really didn't expect that even though Cristiano's mental age was almost twice his physical age, he would still be anxious and angry because of such an insignificant racing competition.

He shook his head in amusement. Just as he was thinking about what to say to comfort Cristiano, Marcelo came over and bumped into him happily: "Hey Kaka! Why are you driving to the end? This is a racing car! My friend! Traffic regulations don't cover this, understand?"

Kaka was amused by Marcelo, who pulled him out of the track while teasing and joking with him.

When Cristiano saw Kaka just walk away and even smiled, he paused slightly, widened his eyes, and became even more depressed.

Van Nistelrooy laughed and pulled Cristiano over. "Come on, Ronnie, don't just stand there. Even if you stand here until the end of the event, you will still be counting down. The organizers will not make an exception and let you enter the finals. You can only sit in the stands and watch me compete."

Cristiano blushed when he heard this: "I don't mean to cheat, damn it, I won't watch your game, I don't want to care about you now, Luther."

He yelled, lowered his head and sniffed hard. Damn it, he felt his tear glands were out of control again, but he clearly didn't want to cry because of this.

Where did Kaka go? Damn it, why did he run away?

Cristiano lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his palms, tightly pursed his lips and said nothing.

Van Nistelrooy's eyelids twitched when he saw this. He lowered his head and leaned closer to look at Cristiano: "Crying? Really crying?"

Upon hearing this, Cristiano immediately wiped his eyes fiercely several times, stared at Van Nistelrooy with wide eyes: "No, I said I don't want to pay attention to you now."

Van Nistelrooy touched the tip of his nose. He seemed to have really gotten into trouble. He seemed to have made the curly-haired puppy cry again. The last time he made Cristiano cry was when he and Giggs were training together to tackle the puppy - although Ronnie firmly denied this, please, the whole of England knew about it.

"Well... actually it doesn't look bad. You see, at least you are not the last. What I said just now was not precise. Kaka is still behind you." The Dutchman touched his chin and made amends.

Cristiano felt as if his poor fragile heart had been stabbed again. He pushed Van Nistelrooy away angrily: "You did it on purpose!"

Fanny: “…”

He looked at the back of the puppy running away in anger and thought to himself, it's over.

He quickly tagged everyone in Manchester United in the mobile group chat:

[Fanni: @All members come out for a moment]

[Rooney:? You are not the group owner. Even if you type @all members manually, no one will receive it, do you know that? 】

[Fanni: ...I know now]

Alan: What's going on?

[Fanny: Where is Ferdinand? What about Keane? Giggs? Van der Sar! ! Where the hell are you all? 】

[Kean: If you have something to say, then let’s talk about it]

Giggs: 111

[Fanny: Ronnie lost the go-kart race, well… I laughed a few times, then cried, what should I do? 】

[Rooney:? Even Gary knew he was going to lose to Ronnie, and you laughed a little more. That's too much.]

[Alan: Which place did he get? Just give some comfort]

[Fanny: No. 7]

[Alan: It just happens to be the same as his ball number at Manchester United, so that’s all I can do to comfort him]

[Fanni: But there are only eight people in total]

【Alan: ...Then why are you still making fun of him? It’s really too much

【Fanni: ……】

[Neville: I thought Ronnie went to Real Madrid, at least you would take care of him [fist]]

[Giggs: Given your language skills, I suggest you shut up. You should be thankful that you still have this face. Ronnie will be soft-hearted.]

[Van der Sar: Yes, I agree. Ruud, you’d better keep your mouth shut. You have a mouth that can irritate people without you even realizing it. By the way, Ronnie didn’t learn this from you, did he? 】

【Fanny: ...Where's Leo? 】

[Giggs: Rio said he didn't kick you twice enough when he was on Ronnie's behalf, he's going to Madrid now]

【Fanni: ……】

A bunch of useless former teammates.

Van Nistelrooy turned around to look for Chris again, and saw Cristiano standing on the side, and Mourinho was talking to him about something.

Seeing this, he touched his nose. He didn't want to deal with the Portuguese coach, so he put the matter of coaxing the puppy aside for the time being.

"There will be a column interview about the dialogue between coaches and players later. You and I will do it. Has Jorge told you about it?" Mourinho asked Cristiano as he was looking for him to discuss work.

Cristiano nodded and groaned to show that he understood.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man who was not in high spirits. He was quite noisy just before the game.

He noticed that Cristiano's eyes were red and his eyelashes were wet and stuck together, obviously he had finished crying.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips: "What happened? Just because you came in second to last?"

"I was driving in the front! That's why I wasn't second to last!" Cristiano retorted immediately. He tried to explain the situation of the game to Mourinho, and his voice choked as he spoke.

Mourinho paused. God, is this little Portuguese going to cry in front of him? He shouldn't have to go through this!

He should stick to the facts and just talk about work!

His mind raced, and he said to the furious young man, "That's true, but in the last two bends, you were pinned down by Kaka's car and fell behind, allowing Benz to get there right away."

"That's right!" Cristiano said loudly. He looked at Mourinho, finally someone who watched the game, and sniffed. "But others don't care about this, they only look at the rankings."

"This is normal. Most people in the world only look at the results." Mourinho nodded.

Cristiano blinked, and Mourinho immediately realized he had said the wrong thing, because the young man in front of him looked like he was about to cry again.

Damn it.

Who on earth offended Cristiano? ?

"Where's Kaka?" Mourinho quickly changed the subject. Normally, these two are inseparable.

However, as soon as he said this, he realized that he had said it wrong again, because the young Portuguese in front of him curled his lips, and it was obvious - Cristiano quickly wiped his eyes with his palms.

Mourinho: “…”

Okay, he really cried.

Mourinho thought desperately in his heart, why is this happening?

Fortunately, before Mourinho could have a headache for too long, Kaka hurried over. He heard Ramos yelling something like "Fanny, you made Chris cry" and "Wow, will Sese's winning the first group hurt Chris?"...

When Kaka ran over, he bumped Ramos away and then took the Portuguese who was rubbing his eyes from Mourinho's hands.

"Thank God." Mourinho rarely showed a bit of embarrassment and speechlessness. He quickly pushed Cristiano to Kaka's side, as if he was giving up a hot potato.

He rolled his eyes and raised his chin towards Kaka: "Remember to remind him that we have a live interview at 1pm. I'll be waiting for him in the room."

"Okay." Kaka nodded slightly. When Mourinho heard Kaka's response, he immediately left quickly.

Kaka lowered his head to look at Cristiano. He tilted his head closer and could clearly see Cristiano's wet eyelashes, the red area around his eyes, and the corners of his eyes drooping like a listless puppy.

He also heard Chris's uncontrollable sobs when he breathed.

He sighed in his heart and held Cristiano's face in his hands. His lover pursed his lips tightly, trying to be stubborn, with an expression that seemed to declare viciously "I'm not crying".

"Cris..."

Cristiano pouted.

"Don't talk to me, Kaka, let me recover." He took a deep breath, "Those guys must be laughing at me now, especially Sergio."

His teammates are not like Leo and the others. Those guys who are about his age or even younger must be happily talking about him.

Kaka pulled him to the corner. The media also loved taking pictures, but he used his body to block most of the flashes.

Cristiano said after a while: "I don't care about them laughing at me crying. I cry if I want to, and I don't cry if I don't want to."

"Yeah, that's right." Kaka responded quickly. He couldn't hug Cristiano and whisper, nor could he kiss his wet eyes. Those media reporters were not easy to deal with. He had no choice but to respond, looking at his lover intently, and smiled softly, "That's right, Cristiano Ronaldo can do whatever he wants."

"I want to win," Cristiano said.

Kaka choked and said, "Well, go-karting isn't a place where you can just win if you want to."

Cristiano snorted and nasally muttered, "You're the one who blocked me. I really got first place before!"

"I know, I believe it's all my fault." Kaka responded repeatedly.

Cristiano rolled his eyes. “You act like a boyfriend who doesn’t realize he’s done something wrong.”

"I know nothing about go-karting, Cris," Kaka said with a helpless smile.

"So you really don't know where you went wrong." Cristiano raised his eyes and said, "I know it. Losing is fine, but you just walked away."

Cristiano spoke without any context, he muttered, lowered his head, bit his short fingernails, and sniffed softly.

He wasn't the type of person who would stick to his lover all the time, but Kaka left right after he said they lost, as if he didn't want to bother with him, which was really uncomfortable.

Cristiano knew Kaka would not have this idea, but it was not the first time that Kaka left without saying goodbye.

Kaka realized that this was what made Cristiano cry. He was very sorry and whispered softly: "I'm sorry, Cris, but you see, I will come back to you soon. I will always come back to you."

"Let's go beat up Marcelo, Ramos, and Van Nistelrooy?" Kaka deliberately waved his fist.

Cristiano laughed grimly, knowing that Kaka would not go for a fight: "Two against three? No, I don't think it's a good idea. But I can play pranks, which is my strong point. Forget Van Nistelrooy, he didn't mean it."

Kaka paused, could Van Nistelrooy not have done it on purpose? So is Marcelo not innocent? Of course, Ramos deserves it.

But since Cristiano has decided this, he can pray to God for Marcelo in advance.