Chapter 47

After the three-kilometer warm-up, Cristiano and Kaka still tacitly stood at the back of the crowd.

In front of Cristiano was the tall and strong Ferdinand. Hiding behind Ferdinand and whispering with Kaka, Cristiano felt very safe.

"I can never adapt to the weather in the Apennines. When I came back last time, my skin color, which I had worked so hard to achieve, turned white again." Cristiano complained to his lover in a low voice, because not only was the temperature low and cloudy, but it was also drizzling.

Kaka laughed when he heard this, he knew Cristiano was referring to his time at Juventus in his previous life. In less than a season, Cristiano's honey-colored skin turned white again. He remembers that during that period, the ticket prices for Juventus games were driven up to new heights.

He went to watch the game live, and every time the big screen gave a close-up of Cristiano before the game started, it would always draw screams from the audience, as if it was going to overturn the arena.

His lover had always been aware of how good-looking she was, winking at the camera as it panned over her, never sparing in her ability to make her even more insane, but something had changed.

Kaka saw Cristiano on the big screen just standing there quietly. His cool skin made his face look even colder and sharper, like a sword drawn from its sheath, invincible.

Cristiano knew clearly what he wanted, with a calmness that showed he was willing to get hurt.

It was at that time that Kaka realized one thing - Cristiano's love was like a flame that would burn them all.

At that time, their relationship was like a stretched string. They kissed and loved each other on the thin wire, but with the slightest external force, they would fall off the wire and into a hell full of blades.

Kaka was not sure whether Cristiano had noticed his thoughts at that time, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that Cristiano knew everything. His lover was sensitive and delicate, but she chose to stubbornly hide these cracks under some pretending to be perfect until they completely collapsed.

"No wonder I've never seen you get a tan. In this kind of climate and sunshine, it's too difficult to have a tan, especially since you're so fair." Cristiano felt sorry for Kaka. "I plan to get my skin back to its original color after I go back. What do you think?"

"Cris, no matter what your skin color is, it doesn't affect your charm. You are the most beautiful." Kaka looked at his lover who was biting his lip and thinking seriously. He shook his head and couldn't help laughing. He added, "But I think it's best to let nature take its course. What do you think?"

Cristiano wrinkled his nose and muttered softly: "You don't know how those annoying players on the court will tease you, dolls and so on... Well, although there was not much improvement afterwards."

Kaka frowned when he heard this, he knew Cristiano's temper. Even when he was angry he would only vent it on the ball or himself, most of the time he would pretend nothing happened and avoid it, but the media liked to make a fuss about his occasional out-of-control emotions.

So this is why Cristiano is always so keen on dressing himself up as a tough guy? Kaka sighed softly in his heart. He could always pick up a side of Cristiano that he didn't know in his previous life from the words or two that Cristiano let out from time to time.

Good-looking players will always encounter unfair evaluations and treatments, it will always be like this, but Kaka will not tolerate it, and when he puts on a cold face and confronts others, those people will always get scared and won't even wait to take action.

Cristiano thought about compromising. He looked at Kaka and suddenly leaned close to Kaka's ear. He lowered his voice and confirmed again: "Honestly, what do you like?"

Kaka smelled a light sweet fruity scent coming towards him. It was the scent of the lip balm that Cristiano always used. He subconsciously looked over and saw that Cristiano's lower lip was full and was bitten to make it more moist and red. If he got closer, he would be able to kiss it.

Kaka opened his mouth, but before he could do anything, Ferdinand, who was standing in front of them, suddenly spoke:

"Ronnie, come over here."

Cristiano was like a young couple who were caught dating in class. He shrank his neck, stuck out his tongue at Kaka, and then obediently stood in Ferdinand's row.

Kaka smiled helplessly and planned to find a chance to tell Chris later that it didn't matter what look he liked, he liked all kinds of Cristiano, even if he was tanned.

Of course it’s better not to, as he is worried that he won’t be able to find his lover after turning off the lights.

Ferdinand did give Cristiano the security to chat with Kaka as he pleased - after all, Ferdinand knew what he wanted, but he obviously ignored Ferdinand's feelings.

A man probably doesn't want to hear the whispers between the two of them?

Cristiano smiled at Ferdinand twice, and approached him with the ball in his arms, saying, "Shall we form a training group later?"

Ferdinand was slightly satisfied. He nodded as a matter of course. Just as he was about to call Keane, he heard their Ronnie said, "Then you, me and Kaka! If we form a group of four, can we call the captain?"

Ferdinand raised his eyebrows slightly and Keane was left behind.

"Okay." He replied. What does it have to do with him? Ronnie was looking for him anyway.

He looked back at Milan's No. 22, who smiled at him good-naturedly, while Ferdinand had a blank expression on his face.

The following training sessions were indeed conducted in groups of three, and when Keane walked over as usual, he saw that his position was occupied by the pretty boy from Milan.

Keane: “…”

Their mascot was smiling at him foolishly and putting his hands together in a quick please gesture.

Keane took a deep breath, this love was worthless.

But why does he feel that he is the one who is worthless?

The iron-blooded captain who led Manchester United to win the highest honor, the Treble, wiped his face and went to find other teammates.

After a morning of intensive training, the instructor asked them to work in groups to do some muscle relaxation.

Cristiano lay down on the grass, and Ferdinand was about to relax Cristiano's muscles as usual, but he saw a pair of white and large hands grabbing Cristiano's thighs first.

Kaka smiled and looked at Ferdinand: "Let me do it."

Ferdinand: “…”

He narrowed his eyes, with scrutiny and a hint of displeasure in them.

The two of them remained silent for three seconds until Cristiano turned his head in confusion and looked over: "Hey? Can one of you at least move? Do you want me to do it myself?"

As he spoke, he got in the mood for fun, turned over, raised his strong legs and did a few air bike movements.

Kaka stopped his lover's action, held Cristiano's ankle and put it on his shoulder, then smiled good-naturedly at Ferdinand and explained: "I have studied muscle relaxation techniques in depth for some reasons before, I am a professional."

Ferdinand didn't know why, but he heard a hint of strength in the tone of the nice man in front of him, which was completely opposite to his gentle and gentlemanly behavior.

His eyelids twitched, and he took a step back, spreading his hands and said, "In that case, Ronnie is in your hands."

Cristiano's face felt hot. He didn't know why Ferdinand's words made him feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. He looked at Ferdinand and saw that the big brother gave him a half-smile, as if he saw through everything.

Cristiano: “…”

This time his ears were completely red.

Kaka pressed Cristiano's legs down slowly. His eyes fell on Cristiano's red eyelids and earlobes. He couldn't help but pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes became deeper.

He pressed lower and lower, almost folding Cristiano's limp body in half, and he leaned close to Chris's ear and whispered, "Do you blush normally?"

"What?" Cristiano didn't react. It took him a second to realize what Kaka was referring to. He grabbed Kaka's wrist and couldn't help but straighten his waist because it was folded in half. He gritted his teeth and complained softly, "Little bastard, it has nothing to do with this."

Kaka reduced his strength a lot after hearing this. He smiled and carefully and properly helped Cristiano relax his muscles.

The dry and slightly cool palms were placed on the boy's tight and warm thigh muscles, rubbing the taut muscles vigorously.

Cristiano looked at his lover's face so close to him. His thick eyelashes and the fine hair on his face were clearly visible. He took a breath of the slightly cool air, kicked his ankles, and pursed his lips to ask to turn over.

"Damn, I didn't expect that." Cristiano turned over, lay on the green field, buried his face in his arms, he was about to react.

Kaka's laughter made Cristiano even more depressed.

On the other side, the Milan wingmen who never got the chance to assist were gathered together.

Crespo: “Wow.”

Shevchenko: “Wow.”

Gattuso: "It seems that we don't need to do anything. Kaka... I thought he was a real Christian."

Inzaghi grinned with an ambiguous smile. If you ask him, Kaka will do a lot. It's a pity that they are still worried that Kaka is not proactive enough and doesn't know how to chase people.

Look at it, Kaka is almost turning Manchester United's golden number seven into a little strawberry, red from beginning to end.

"Perhaps the one who should be worried is Ronaldo," the Ukrainian said meaningfully. "He seems to be a little careless and will be completely eaten up by Kaka."

Their Prince of San Siro is not just a pure sweetheart. Anyone who knows him a little will know that Prince of San Siro simply has a handsome face that is harmless to humans and animals. As for other things, it depends on the closeness of the relationship.

Nesta looked around and said slowly: "Is it my illusion? I think those people from Manchester United don't look very friendly."

Maldini: “…”

Maybe they should shift their focus from how to help Kaka chase people, to how to help Kaka not get beaten by the opponent.

——At least Kaka shouldn’t have touched other people’s favorites in front of the big brothers on the other side.