Chapter 49

Keane's words stunned Gattuso and Costa on the opposite side.

This conversation was not what either of them had expected at all!

Costa smiled dryly: "Huh? What? You mean in the morning? That was just in accordance with the coach's request..."

"Bullshit." Keane interrupted Costa expressionlessly, "Figo will hear your words."

Costa shut up.

Respect for the captain of your national team is much higher than protecting some young couple.

What's more, now their Portuguese strawberry has been taken away by the Brazilians.

Costa automatically completed the whole process of switching positions under Keane's sight. He even stood on Keane's side - opposite Gattuso - and looked at his Milan teammates: "Gattuso, explain."

Gattuso: “???”

Who can tell him why it turned out like this? ! He would rather go back and face Ferdinand!

"Give me a minute." Gattuso said, then he took out his mobile phone.

Find the wingman group, collapse and send a message——

[Gattuso: Come to dormitory 808 and save me]

[Gattuso: The opposing captain has revealed his cards directly, our Kaka has been discovered! 】

[Gattuso: Rui is a traitor! Come on, someone, anyone will do! 】

Costa's phone kept ringing as Gattuso lowered his head to send messages.

Costa tried to keep calm on his face, but he was almost in despair in his heart. God, now everyone knows that they have a group.

"You can take a look at the news," Keane said to Costa.

Costa: “…”

Less than three minutes later, Keane heard a series of footsteps outside the door, followed by a polite knock.

He looked at Gattuso and Costa: "It's coming quickly."

The two unlucky guys laughed awkwardly, and Costa stepped forward quickly: "I'll go open the door."

He opened the door quickly and saw that the other members of the wingman group had arrived outside.

Good job.

The dormitory is almost full.

Maldini and his group filed into the dormitory. Costa was a little dazed, feeling as if they were here to discuss some big cooperation.

Now they are 10v1, or is it 9v2? Costa wasn't sure whose side he was on, and honestly, he wanted to leave the room right now.

In this confrontation with a huge difference in numbers but still evenly matched, Costa had a variety of emotions when he recalled it later.

——But not much can be written in the autobiography, the brothers are worried about the young couple.

After spending a long hour in dormitory 808, Gattuso was finally liberated. He would rather go back to face Ferdinand than face the opposing captain.

"This is what happened." Shevchenko, as the representative of the closing statement, dug Kaka out of the dormitory and recounted what happened in a concise but detailed manner.

"…So not only you, but even Cris's teammates know that I'm pursuing Cris, but Cris hasn't realized it yet, and his teammates don't intend to tell him. They think that my sincerity and reliability are not enough to shake Cris, or to shake their approval?"

Kaka used his comprehension ability gained from reading many more books after retiring in his previous life, and quickly sorted out some useful things from his friend's lengthy and complicated content.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Shevchenko looked at Kaka and paused, not understanding what was going on: "What's there to be happy about?"

Shevchenko felt that his friend was such a sunny optimist. He was clearly still a long way from catching up with others, and he didn't know what was so good about grinning.

"Cris' teammates didn't stop him, right?" Kaka answered. Although this was not the real reason for his laughter, he suddenly felt a long-lost sense of ease and comfort in wanting to play a prank, even though this mischievous thought would probably give his teammates a headache -

He looked at Shevchenko, and there was pure sincerity in the Son's eyes: "They tacitly allowed me to pursue Cris, I think this is a big step forward. Although Cris only regards me as a best friend now, I think as long as there is enough time, he will accept me."

Shevchenko had a complicated expression. He was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Yes, keep taking the initiative today. Inzaghi has recognized your initiative."

Kaka smiled a little more shyly: "Thank you."

"But be aware of the situation," Shevchenko quickly added.

Kaka nodded in agreement.

Shevchenko looked at his friend, trying to judge how credible his unhesitating nod was.

After chatting with Shevchenko, Kaka tiptoed back to the dormitory. He knew Cristiano's daily routine and knew that Cristiano must have taken a nap by now.

Sure enough, when he opened the door, he saw a bulge on their bed.

Although it was a double dormitory, they naturally shared a bed.

Kaka quietly took off his shoes, socks and trousers, gently pressed on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt and crawled in.

Even in his sleep, Cristiano felt a cool breeze coming in. He wrinkled his nose slightly and shrank his face into the quilt, leaving only his straight nose and handsome eyebrows exposed.

Seeing this, Kaka curled the corners of his mouth, leaned over and kissed his lover's forehead. He stretched out his arms to hold Chris's shoulders and gently pulled him towards himself. Cristiano instinctively leaned towards the heat source.

Cristiano uttered an indistinct mumble. Kaka listened carefully and was so amused that he could only hear the clear pronunciation of "Kaka" while the rest were mixed up.

He slid into the bed contentedly, his knees resting against Cristiano's, and now he was going to enjoy a short lunch break.

Kaka didn't intend to tell Cristiano about the ridiculous misunderstanding. He didn't see anything wrong in letting teammates on both sides misunderstand that their relationship was one-sided. He could also experience what it felt like to be a pursuer - he hadn't let his lover experience this yet.

When thinking of this, Kaka began to imagine Chris's confused look in the future. He couldn't help but lower his head and laugh silently, burying his head in Cristiano's warm neck like a nostalgic and naughty little animal.

After the formal training started in the afternoon, Cristiano sensitively noticed that there seemed to be some undercurrents between his teammates and those from Milan. He covered his mouth and asked Kaka in a low voice.

"Well, maybe there is some competition." Kaka couldn't lie, so he could only answer ambiguously.

Cristiano raised his eyebrows in confusion and looked at his teammates with a clear expression - what were they doing?

Fanny looked at his silly little teammate, curled his lips, and walked over to pull the boy back.

By the way, he gave a warning look to No. 22 on the opposite side.

Kaka still smiled good-naturedly.

But soon, the coach came over and announced a piece of news: "On the last day of intensive training - I mean the last day of the entire training, which is also the last day for you to come back next time, we will have a half-time friendly match to test your achievements during this period."

"Your teammates for the friendly match will be determined by drawing lots, and 500 lucky people will be randomly drawn on the social platform to watch the game live as spectators."

Cristiano suddenly understood what was going on. No wonder there was some tension between his main players and the opposing team. Keane and Maldini must have known the news a long time ago.

Cristiano jumped twice on the spot: "Half a friendly match? Only 45 minutes? That's not bad!"

"Draw lots to decide teammates?" Neville asked, "That would mess up the configuration."

The coach nodded. “It’s going to be fun.”

Maldini thought this must be a temporary decision made by the sponsor.

They didn't know that on social platforms, the topic of the two teams training together has been pushed to the top of the world trend list, sparking a circle of discussion, and the sponsors are happy to see it.

When the training camp was over, all the main players were required to post a set of training photos on social media for promotion. The sponsors' clothing logos were very eye-catching in the photos.

This time, Cristiano can finally post a photo of him and Kaka openly. He chose a photo of the three-person group training before, and cut out Ferdinand on the left without any burden.

——Of course, this is just an inconspicuous group photo in a group of photos. Cristiano also posted photos with other people, but Kaka was the only one in the group.

Similarly, Kaka also operated in the same way.

Mendes didn't notice anything until he saw the photo posted by Rio Ferdinand - it was almost exactly the same as the photo of Cristiano and Kaka, except for one person missing.

Mendes: “…”

How rude Cristiano! ! !

"Leo won't mind, we have a good relationship." Cristiano comforted when facing the accusations of his agent.

He was browsing his social media, and many people in the comment section were surprised that he and Kaka had a photo together. He curled his lips and said to Mendes: "Jorge, you need to pay attention. Why do so many people think that Kaka and I have a distant relationship?"

Mendes: "Is this what I need to focus on?? Cristiano Ronaldo! Now, immediately, put your phone down! We have a magazine shoot to finish!"

"Okay." Cristiano agreed obediently. Before turning off the phone screen, he quickly liked a comment.

[@icriska: lovely partner! @kaka】

The profile picture is still a photo of him and Kaka holding hands during the Champions League match.

During the subsequent magazine shoot, Cristiano seemed extremely happy, so much so that the cameraman had to constantly remind him to control his expression and not laugh, and to keep a blank expression to create the atmosphere.

Whose magazine cover has a grin showing eight big white teeth? This has nothing to do with high-end feeling!

Mendes couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He hoped that he could get some resources related to the fashion circle for Cristiano in the future, although he felt in his heart that the possibility of this was very slim.

"I wonder if Mr. Ronaldo would mind... reducing some of the fabric?" The photographer made a tentative request, as a second best option.

Mendes left the choice to Cristiano himself.

"Of course I don't mind." Cristiano answered cheerfully, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. "Do you need to take off your shirt? Or somewhere else?"

Before the photographer could answer, he saw that their model had almost unbuttoned her shirt to the bottom, revealing her beautiful muscle curves under the light-colored thin shirt.

"No, no, that's enough, very good, very good." The photographer praised softly, "Mr. Ronaldo, you have incredibly perfect curves... Perhaps you would like to unzip your jeans and unbuckle your belt? Just open like this."

Cristiano nodded obediently. He never had any subjective requirements in this regard. He unbuttoned his belt and zipper, and his smooth mermaid line was hidden under his pants.

"Great, fantastic..." The photographer finally stopped being so picky as before, and he threw out praises as if they were free.

Mendes looked at Cristiano, who was half-kneeling on the soft sofa with his knees against it, his shirt half-open and a look of joy in his eyes. The line of sight and angle from bottom to top made Cristiano's round cheeks from the bottom to the end of his eyes look a little less soft and a little more indescribable temptation.

Mendes always felt that something was wrong. If this magazine had not been invited by France's ELLE, one of the top five most prestigious magazines, he would have thought he had entered the wrong set.

He took a deep breath and looked at the photographer who represented the authoritative fashion aesthetic. At this moment, he was directing his cash cow to pose in other ways with a serious face and pure appreciation.

When the preview pages of the magazine came out, Mendes had to admit that Cristiano's beauty was fully reflected in the other party's professional lens. It was a beauty between sex and beyond sex.

Mendes received some high praise from his friends in the fashion circle, but this did not prevent Cristiano from suddenly becoming the top homosexual fantasy object in a secret forum with huge traffic.

At this time, the agent had not expected what he would face next - in the next game against Arsenal, Cristiano was suddenly confessed to and forcibly hugged by a male fan who broke into the stadium. Ferguson almost wanted to take away the magazine work that Mendes had taken over, and scolded Mendes and the photographer.