Chapter 38

As soon as Nesta made a point, all the main players on the bus laughed and cheered.

"Are you two going to run all over each other's courts? Can't you take a break?"

"Well, there's no way to catch up. I suspect if Ronaldo was in the first row, Kaka would have flipped right into the audience!"

"Ha! That will definitely be the headline for the next three days!"

"I just realized that you two even designed the same celebration pose? When did you plan this? Has this been planned for a long time?"

Maldini did not join in the commotion. He looked at Kaka deeply. Their Prince of San Siro did not notice anything inappropriate, or rather, he did not care.

Cristiano did not sense any malice from the booing. He felt relieved in his heart. To be honest, he was not very familiar with Kaka's teammates, let alone at this time.

As for the image created for him by the media, he was very sure that some of the "diving" was not a good impression in the eyes of people in AC Milan - of course, he didn't care so much, at most it was related to whether he and Kaka had more or fewer wingmen.

Kaka noticed Cristiano's relaxation. He vaguely guessed what his lover was thinking. He grabbed Cristiano's hand hanging by the seat without leaving a trace, blocked it with his body, and smiled in response to his teammate's question about "long-planned":

“I guess so.”

Crespo, who scored twice tonight, joked: "Same celebration pose, you are the only ones who know that you two have a good relationship. Do you believe that those media who are keen on saying that you two are not getting along will say the next day that you are provoking and declaring war on Ronaldo who was eliminated?"

Cristiano heard Crespo's words and groaned, holding his head. His hair, which had been sprayed with hairspray, was already in a mess with strands of hair sticking out. "You're right, I can already imagine it."

"I really don't understand those journalists and media. No matter how I clarify that our relationship is not as confrontational as they say, they just don't want to believe it?" He muttered and grabbed his hair, feeling extremely annoyed and depressed.

Crespo was almost amused by Ronaldo's serious distress, especially the boy with messy curly hair. Combined with the embarrassing fact that the other side had just escaped from the crazy crowd to celebrate their game - in Crespo's eyes, Cristiano's comedy effect was maximized, and he even had some pitiful personality of a unlucky guy.

Not only him, but also Gattuso and Cafu couldn't help laughing. Gattuso said, "I thought you should be more concerned about the rumors about your love of diving and the Pink Pony than the rumors about your bad relationship?"

Whether the relationship is bad or not, it will not hurt their actual interests at all. In the eyes of AC Milan's main players, this is not worth Cristiano's serious rebuttal and regret.

When Kaka heard the second half of Gattuso's sentence, he subconsciously frowned and suppressed his smile.

He hated the prejudice and slander created by the media. Mendes told him that it was complicated, and Cristiano seemed to have gotten used to such a bad environment.

Cristiano found the point after hearing what Gattuso said. He smiled and said, "Rumors. You see, you know it's false."

Gattuso rolled his eyes, not understanding why Cristiano should be happy about this. They and Kaka had watched more than one of Ronaldo's games - live or broadcast - and Cristiano really knew how to dive.

But anyone who has watched the intensity of the Premier League games and seen those defenders being tossed around by Cristiano's fancy dribbling, so that when they see Cristiano get the ball later they will directly choose to use violent means to steal the ball, then they will understand that this "diving" is a smart way to protect themselves, otherwise this boy may be completely scrapped before two seasons.

What's more, compared to diving, Gattuso saw more of Cristiano's tenacious and excited desire to score goals and win.

To be honest, after watching Ronaldo's game, Gattuso can understand why Kaka likes to be friends with Ronaldo.

"Anyone who has played football with me or watched my games will know that these are false and are rumors," Cristiano said, shrugging his shoulders. "That's enough. I can't expect those who don't watch football or understand football but love to listen to gossip to like me, but most of those who have watched football and played football with me like me."

"Or maybe jealous of me," Cristiano added.

Gattuso looked at Cristiano with some surprise. He was stunned for a second before he laughed and patted Cristiano's shoulders twice: "You are really interesting. I know why Kaka likes you. I like you too."

Cristiano sounded very happy. He didn't care at all about being patted on the shoulder by Gattuso. He smiled at him more sincerely: "Thank you! Me too!"

Kaka looked at Cristiano, his eyes were very bright, round and shiny, and the lowered corners of his eyes made Cristiano look even more harmless, and a bit like the innocence and softness of a puppy. He had to admit that the young version of Cristiano had an absolute charm that appealed to both men and women, young and old - not limited to love.

Although he knew that Gattuso had no other intentions, he still couldn't control his desire to monopolize such a gaze.

He stood up and stood inconspicuously between the two of them, smiled at Cristiano, but retorted to Gattuso: "No, Gattuso, you only know one ten-thousandth of it."

Cristiano was dazzled by the smile of the Son of God. What the other person said went into his ears, made a circle, and went out again. He didn't hear it clearly at all.

Gattuso seemed to be choked. He looked at his teammates around him and found that Nesta and Shevchenko were also staring at Kaka's back.

Good thing he wasn't the only one who felt that something was wrong.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Maldini: "Okay, the bus is about to start, everyone sit down."

Gattuso shut up.

"By the way, Ronaldo, where are you going? Should the bus take you back to your hotel first or go directly to the airport?" Maldini looked at Cristiano.

"Oh, don't worry about me, just go back to your hotel." Cristiano waved his hand.

"He and I live in the same room," Kaka said. "We're going to the airport together tomorrow."

Maldini paused and looked at Costa - no wonder Costa had specially moved to his room when checking into the hotel the day before.

Costa put on a forced smile and gave a dry laugh.

"I decided to come and watch the game at the last minute, so I couldn't book a room nearby. Kaka said he had a bed available here," Cristiano added sharply.

Maldini didn't say anything else about this, he just nodded slightly: "Okay boy, it's on the way."

Cristiano looked at Maldini. Just by the AC Milan captain sitting there without saying a word, he felt guilty as if he was kidnapping someone's son and eloping.

He swallowed.

Kaka looked at his lover's tense expression with amusement. His face was slightly round and green with a little baby fat, but he looked tense as if facing a great enemy. It was really funny.

He squeezed Cristiano's fingers and lowered his voice to distract Cristiano: "Cris, you haven't congratulated me in person yet."

Cristiano came back to his senses, his attention was all on his lover, and he immediately said, "Didn't I?"

"No." Kaka shook his head.

Cristiano let out a soft "ah" and lowered his head. Kaka deliberately moved a few centimeters closer and tilted his head slightly, naturally shortening the distance between them. The two of them were leaning against each other and chatting intimately at almost zero distance.

Cafu looked at his national team teammates, which seemed to have completely exceeded the safe social distance. No, there was no safe social distance at all.

He scratched his head.

Maldini found Costa and sat next to him, which gave Costa the illusion that he was going to be judged.

Shevchenko and Nesta also sat in the row behind Costa tacitly.

Costa: “…”

Damn Cristiano and Kaka!

The bus ride back to the hotel was relatively harmonious, but Ancenotti felt that they were lacking a bit of atmosphere, so he played music and plugged in mobile microphones and speakers to encourage the players to actively join in.

Nesta huddled in the last row playing games, put on headphones, turned the game volume up to the maximum, trying to reduce his presence.

Cristiano obviously liked this part very much. Kaka smiled and asked Chris to go up. Ancenotti also waved to Cristiano. He had a very good impression of Cristiano.

Cristiano is equally cordial and respectful of the head coach with whom he once worked.

Seeing this, he immediately came forward, gave Ancelotti a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Ancelotti could smell the pleasant perfume on Cristiano. Even after watching an intense game and being squeezed by the fans and sweating a little, it still smelled much better than the smell in their locker room - and much better than most of their players.

Ancenotti thought inappropriately of a tabloid report that said Manchester United's locker room was soaked in Cristiano's perfume and was the best-smelling club locker room.

Maybe this is true. He thought about it and suggested that all players learn it.

"Does this guy really want to come to our club?" Crespo lowered his voice, "He is too enthusiastic about our coach."

Kaka laughed and refuted on behalf of the boy: "No, his feelings for Manchester United are hard to shake."

"Okay." Crespo shrugged and glanced at Kaka. "Why don't you go up and join in the fun?"

"I can't sing." Kaka smiled, his eyes always following Chris who was looking for songs. He said, "Cristiano sings very well, it's enough for me to applaud beside him."

Crespo responded with some anticipation.

A few minutes later.

The expression on Crespo's face was almost broken by Cristiano's singing. If it weren't for the friendship with his teammates, he almost wanted to cover his ears impolitely.

Is this what you call "singing very well"? !

God, someone turn down the volume on Ronaldo's microphone?

The silent kind is best.

The expressions on Maldini and Costa's faces were also shaky, and Costa mentally listed stopping Cristiano from singing as the number one emergency on his red list.

Looking at Kaka again, their Prince of San Siro seemed to have lost his sense of music. He was absorbed in watching Cristiano who was shouting loudly, and took the lead in applauding after the song ended.

Costa: “…”

Two seconds later, Costa clapped his hands stiffly under the gaze of Kaka.

Including everyone else.

Ancelotti regretted waving Ronaldo over. He was just about to find an excuse to send the boy away when he heard him laugh heartily and say, "Thank you. I'll sing another song."

"No!" Costa blurted out, and then, facing Kaka's gaze, he swallowed the second half of the sentence and stiffly changed his words, "How can one song be enough? Haha..."

Maldini sat next to Costa and punched Costa's shoulder. He smiled and said, "I know you like Ronaldo's singing very much, but there is too little time. Why don't you go back to the hotel and have fun in private?"

Costa laughed dryly.

Cristiano nodded: "That's right, Kaka, why don't you come up? You have to perform something! How about samba?"

"That's right!" Shevchenko immediately agreed. God, as long as it's not Ronaldo singing, anything else is fine.

Kaka hummed, and seeing Cristiano's expectant gaze, he couldn't refuse, so he stood up and said, "I know a little, but I'm not that good at it."

Cristiano quickly retorted: "No, I know you're a good dancer."

Crespo observed the two men, and thinking of Kaka's previous firm affirmation, he was five points skeptical of Cristiano's words.

But Kaka is Brazilian, so he can trust the racial talents of Brazilians, right?

Just like their football.

But Crespo forgot that Kaka's style of play is quite different from Samba football, so his dancing...

Crespo closed his eyes in pain. Why did their prince look like he had just tamed his limbs?

Cristiano was still clapping hard and praising loudly.

Ancelotti: “…”

He would never allow these two people to be in his hands at the same time, as it would be very bad for his spirit.

Ancelotti didn't know yet that he would have to go through this sooner or later.

When the bus arrived at the hotel, all the main players of AC Milan rushed off the bus impatiently.

Only Nesta, who was obsessed with the game, wore headphones and followed slowly at the back, not understanding why his teammates looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Am I singing well?" Cristiano saw Nesta walking beside him and he didn't look as fierce as he did on the court, so he started to develop friendship.

——He has always had a natural affinity for good-looking people.

Nesta looked up in confusion after hearing this, glanced at Kaka beside him, and nodded in response: "Not bad...?"

Cristiano hummed twice more happily, but Nesta couldn't hear what it was.

Kaka gave Nesta a holy smile: "God will bless the honest people."

Nesta: "...Um, thank you?"