Chapter 243

As new signings traded back by Real Madrid this summer, James and Varane both performed well in their first games, and the media also paid more attention to them.

"Wow, I was wondering how those lip-reading experts on the court would let you two go, and sure enough they came, haha." Marcelo suddenly laughed out loud in the locker room.

He pointed at Cristiano, who was playing tiptoe with Kaka with a ball in the locker room, and then at Varane, who was quietly sorting clothes in front of his closet. They had just finished their daily training. Marcelo picked up a sports tabloid that someone had brought in.

He opened the newspaper and saw that on the 18-page paper, the photos of Cristiano and Varane took up one-third of the page, and then a huge text stood upright between the two of them -

#RealMadrid's new defender and top scorer have a serious relationship! ? #

#Call me Rafael, not Varane#

…

Cristiano was startled by Marcelo's sudden loud shouting, and he didn't catch the ball at his feet. The ball rolled all the way to the corner of the locker room and was hit by a sneaker.

Varane kicked the ball back to Cristiano's feet, then turned to look at Marcelo: "What are you talking about?"

Marcelo flicked the newspaper, Varane took it, glanced at it, snorted, and threw it back: "Another bunch of gimmicky headlines that fool people."

Marcelo curled his lips in boredom and immediately turned to the other protagonist in the tabloid: "Cristiano! Don't you want to see what it says? It's about you!"

Cristiano stepped on the ball and raised his chin to Varane who kicked the ball back to him, saying, "Thank you!"

Just as he was about to pick up the ball, he heard Marcelo's yelling. He raised his eyebrows in amusement: "You really show your eagerness to watch the fun too clearly on your face. But I don't think there's anything good about this. The news about me is probably fake."

Marcelo shook the tabloid in his hand: "Don't you want to see what your new teammates have to say?"

Varane paused, then he moved his feet slightly uncomfortably and took two quick steps towards Marcelo: "This is nothing to see."

"Oh, really? Really?" Marcelo was satisfied with Varane's reaction. This was what he wanted. He ran away with a smile, as agile as a monkey.

Cristiano raised his eyebrows when he saw this. Marcelo ran over to him and Cristiano snatched the tabloid from Marcelo's hand: "Okay, let me take a look."

Marcelo blinked: "...You really caught me by surprise."

Varane: “…”

Cristiano glanced at the headline, snorted slightly in disdain when he saw the familiar title, and then looked down.

——"Yes, that's what I said. Why did I say that? No, it has nothing to do with my lack of respect for the top scorer, nor with our relationship within the team. In fact, we get along very well. I am not the kind of player who is enthusiastic and cheerful. In fact, I think I am slow to warm up, or I am a little shy."

Cristiano agreed with this and nodded slightly unconsciously, which made the French defender who was subconsciously observing Cristiano's reaction a little more cautious - Oh my God, Cristiano was really reading the content of this report carefully.

The reporter who wrote this story should be proud of it. Benzema was also watching from the side and thinking this in his mind.

——"But sometimes I have to show my personality because I want to be noticed. You should understand this, right? If you don't even have the most basic point of 'being noticed', then you won't be taken into consideration at all. What I hope is that I can be taken into consideration more and show my ability and my existence. This is very important."

——"So I said to Cristiano, 'Call me Rafael, not Varane', that's more like, 'Hey, look, I'm here too, I have a name, I'm not just any defender, I'm Rafael.' Yes, I want him to call me by my first name, not my last name."

——"Cristiano answered me like that, 'Okay Varane', of course it was not intentional, I'm not angry, why should I be angry about this!? I guess he was just too focused on defending the free kick. He is the kind of player who will use 200% of his attention to deal with the game. He is very focused."

Cristiano let out a long "Oh" in his heart. It was the first time he knew that an 18-year-old boy had such a competitive and twisted side in his heart.

But when did he reply, "Okay, Varane"? How come he has no impression at all? Cristiano touched his nose in embarrassment, but fortunately the smart Frenchman was able to figure out the reason himself.

He waved the tabloid in his hand towards Varane and said, "I think in order to achieve what you want, we should first do a little extra training. Perhaps you are willing to stay and complete a set of extra-time confrontation training with me? Rafael?"

Varane paused. He had to try to suppress the joy in his heart so as not to look like a silly teenager. He nodded restrainedly: "Okay Cristiano, I'm happy to."

Cristiano stuffed the tabloid back into Marcelo's arms. He winked at Kaka and whispered, "I have to go take care of the kid with rookie syndrome. He's more nervous than he lets on. Do you want to come with me?"

Before Kaka could answer, Cristiano was sure he had spoken quietly enough and in Portuguese, but James and Benzema quickly said in unison: "Me too."

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at Cristiano.

Kaka raised his eyebrows: "Of course, I think it will be more fun with so many people together."

"Then let Sese come too."

"I'll come too." Pepe said without hesitation. He often accompanied Cristiano to practice, and then took Kaka's car back to his house.

Marcelo: “…”

Why? Why did he just want to have some fun and joke around in the locker room, but it turned into a big training party for the entire locker room?

"After this we can go have a barbecue together, Brazilian barbecue!" Marcelo said quickly. He chose to join in, but he had to find a driving force for the inexplicable extra training, such as Brazilian barbecue.

Cristiano agreed. Although he rarely ate these things on his own initiative, an indulgent meal once in a while was nice, and it was perfect for a welcome party with his new teammates.

He looked at Casillas, and their captain nodded helplessly. The atmosphere was set here.

"Then it's settled." Cristiano curled his eyes with satisfaction. Today was another busy day for the team's harmony. He was really a hard-working little bee.

He hooked the shoulders of the tall French defender and urged his teammates who were still dawdling to put on their training uniforms again: "Come on! Let's get started!"

"I think Chris is the only one who is happy about this. He found a defender who is willing to practice with him," Alonso said bluntly, "and he did it voluntarily."

He would rather go back to be with his children than stay for extra training, so Cristiano rarely takes the initiative to look for him, and as for Pepe, Cristiano can't always rely on one defender, Pepe will also get tired.

"Sese is also happy to train with Chris. He doesn't lack someone." Ramos retorted. To be honest, he could clearly feel his own progress when practicing with Cristiano. Chris knew him too well, which forced him to improve a lot in order to increase his defensive success rate, even though he was always better than Cristiano.

Alonso looked at Ramos when he heard this. He didn't know how to explain to his double teammates. Is it possible that Cristiano wanted to change his sparring partner?

Ramos was sensitive to Alonso's gaze, and he was like a wild cat with its fur standing on end: "Don't look at me like that, sese is very useful."

Alonso spread his hands.