Chapter 63

When Cristiano woke up, it was still snowing outside the window and the yard outside had turned pure white.

Today is Christmas, and there is a warm human-shaped heater behind him, and an arm is draped over his naked waist. After Cristiano woke up, it took him two seconds to remember why Kaka didn't quietly return to his room before he woke up.

They are already an open and legitimate couple!

Cristiano raised the corner of his mouth and moved slightly. Before he could turn over to face his lover, the arm around his waist suddenly retracted and pulled him into the chest behind him.

"You're awake." Kaka whispered, his voice with a smile and a little nasal sound of just waking up. He rubbed his face into Cristiano's neck, sniffed gently, and kissed his lover's neck and behind his ears contentedly, "Merry Christmas, Cris."

Cristiano narrowed his eyes, leaned back and relaxed, tilted his head and smiled, rubbing Kaka's nose with his nose: "Merry Christmas, Kaka."

This was not the first Christmas morning that they had fallen asleep in each other's arms and woke up together, but it was the first Christmas morning that they could put aside all their worries and feel safe and secure.

Cristiano still felt a little unreal, but it really happened.

He placed his hand on his lover's arm, tightening it slightly, and he thought to himself, this is great.

It was a rare occasion that the two of them wanted to stay in bed for a while, but their biological clocks that were used to waking up early made them more awake the longer they lay in bed.

Cristiano simply sat up, grabbed two pillows and placed them behind him, then took out his phone to take a look. His childhood friends in Portugal, Lisbon, the national team, and Manchester United teammates all sent Christmas greetings. Cristiano also edited one and sent it to a group of people with one click.

After Mendes received Cristiano's group message, he quickly sent a text message.

Cristiano happened to see it, groaned, and pulled Kaka: "Jorge asked us to post a Christmas social media."

"He didn't tell me?" Kaka was also dealing with the explosive news. Hearing this, he glanced at his agent's dialog box.

"He knows you're with me, so he told me to tell you." Cristiano laughed. "Jorge actually guessed it, too, right?"

Kaka paused and coughed lightly: "No, I don't think so, Cris, he just knows that our two families will spend Christmas together. Let him have a happy Christmas holiday first."

"Of course." Cristiano shrugged noncommittally. He grinned and said, "Let's choose some photos."

"Okay, Di Gan sent the picture over yesterday." Kaka nodded and responded, then stood up, took the laptop on the table and returned to bed.

He casually grabbed the black sheet and tucked it up, covering Cristiano's half-exposed abdominal muscles, causing Cristiano to raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not cold, the thermostat is on," said Cristiano.

Kaka cleared his throat. He couldn't honestly tell Cristiano how tempting his body was and how easily he could be tempted in the early morning - because he knew very well that if Cristiano heard it, he would only radiate his charm to him more complacently, and he would have to make even more effort to restrain himself.

Kaka could only avoid the topic: "Come and see the photos."

Fortunately, his lover was easily diverted from the topic. Upon hearing this, he came closer to look and said, "Digan took a lot of photos yesterday."

Kaka couldn't help but laugh. Chris was the craziest one who pulled Digan to take photos last night.

The two of them gathered together to look through the collection of photos from last night, which amounted to about one or two hundred photos. Di Gan's photography skills were far from professional, but Cristiano felt that this was more humane and not like those hard, cold and dry "business art photos".

He and Kaka each picked out photos and posted two on their Facebook pages, one for each person and one for the whole family - of course, they were each other's family photos.

Because the background of the shooting was Cristiano's home, in order to avoid adding more holiday work to Mendes, the two deliberately selected photos with different backgrounds.

@cristiano: Merry Christmas to my most important family! [Share photos]

@kaka: Merry Christmas, I had the best night with my loved ones [shared photo]

After the two of them posted, they tacitly did not like each other's posts, but their teammates soon came to the comments.

"Where are my pants? Kaka, throw my pants to me." Cristiano stretched his waist and lazily lay on the bed, calling his lover who had already stood up.

Kaka found Cristiano's pants on the floor on his side. He probably pulled them off and threw them on the ground last night.

Kaka coughed lightly, threw it to Chris, and when he left, he patted the boy's soft waist and urged him gently: "Get up quickly."

Cristiano twisted his waist.

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After talking it out, the young couple became obviously more unscrupulous at home.

During breakfast, Denis found that his youngest son sat down with pink bubbles all over his body, sitting close to Kaka. While eating a piece of whole wheat bread and a slice of ham, he had to whisper to Kaka. He didn't know where he got so much to say.

Katya almost blushed, she was sitting right opposite the young couple and saw it clearly: when Cristiano tilted his head to talk, his lips brushed Kaka's ear, and both of them were smiling in an unnatural way, and their ears turned red - she really didn't want to understand what this meant at all.

And these are just appetizers.

There is a small swimming pool in Cristiano's villa. The water temperature is set very low. It was specially set up by Cristiano under professional guidance to reduce the sensitivity of the body. In order to cope with some bad weather encountered during the competition, he has insisted on training himself in this way for nearly 20 years.

Only Cristiano and Kaka can use this swimming pool - in fact, Kaka has rarely used such a self-abuse swimming pool before, but he is always worried about Cristiano going into the water alone, so as long as he is here, he will accompany Cristiano.

Dolores had asked Katia to bring two large, freshly dried, warm towels to the two boys at the pool, but Katia found an excuse to turn it down.

She had seen what the two boys whispering at the dining table might do, and she was afraid she would see something even more extreme at the swimming pool.

Dolores didn't think much about it and went there with the towel herself.

As soon as she pushed open the glass door of the swimming pool, she saw the two boys standing in the pool quickly jumped away, splashing water, and Dolores' eyelids twitched.

In the evening, she went to Chris's room to deliver some fruit and saw Cristiano sitting on Kaka - to be honest, she was shocked at the time, but her little son was obviously more frightened, and he stammered to explain that he had hurt his waist and was getting a massage or something.

Dolores didn't know whether to believe this explanation or to think about why Chris could hurt his back at home.

After two shocks in one day, she finally realized more concretely that her youngest son had a lover and they were living together.

The Aveiros and the Wrights decided to go back to their respective homes early and return the love nest to the two lovebirds. They were simply superfluous.

Kaka stayed with Cristiano almost the entire winter break, but Mendes arranged a lot of business activities for him, and Cristiano also had his own training and games, so the two of them were still apart more than together.

But for Cristiano and Kaka, this is the best and most satisfying state.

Manchester United had a new teammate transferred in during the winter transfer window. The 17-year-old Gerard Pique appeared on the training ground with a head of golden hair.

Cristiano had known the news a long time ago, nearly half a year later than in his previous life. However, Cristiano compared the heights of the two men, smiled at the 17-year-old Pique with an ambiguous expression, and greeted him in Spanish:

"You are welcome to join Manchester United. You can call me Cristiano or Ronaldo."

The seventeen-year-old Pique was shorter than him, although he didn't know what hormones the guy behind him had taken, he grew taller like crazy, becoming wide and tall, like a giant.

But now, the seventeen-year-old Pique doesn't look like the golden kiwi at all, and there is no lush stubble on his face.

Giggs narrowed his eyes slightly in the corner of the training ground and asked Ruud van Nistelrooy standing beside him: "Did you know Ronnie can speak Spanish?"

"What?" The Dutchman was stunned by the question. "Spanish? It's quite different from Portuguese, right? Probably not. To be honest, it's surprising enough that he can speak English so fluently, and Spanish? Impossible. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Giggs pointed at Pique on the training ground and said, "Do you think they have a problem talking to each other? How many talents does Ronnie have that we don't know about?"

Only then did Fanny notice that their group pet was being enthusiastically surrounded by the new golden retriever. Perhaps it was because there was finally a young man younger than Cristiano in the team, so Chris seemed particularly warm, as if the two of them had been good friends for a long time.

He frowned: "Is that the kid from Barcelona's youth training?"

"Yes." Giggs responded, "Play as a center back."

Giggs shook his head and commented: "What did I say? Ronnie just likes to stick to everyone who meets his aesthetic standards equally."

Fanny: “…”

He rolled his eyes in disdain and made no comment on Giggs's statement. He guessed that Cristiano had just learned a phrase or two in Spanish for greetings. Perhaps it was because Pique was young that reminded him of himself who had run from Portugal to England two years ago.

Some empathy? Fanny guessed.

On the other side of the training ground, Pique, who had just transferred from Barcelona's youth training to Manchester United in England, was pleasantly surprised to receive a friendly signal from Cristiano.

He had originally prepared himself mentally for the fact that he would not be easily accepted by any of the first-team main players, but he did not expect that Manchester United's top star and the most favored handsome boy would actually take the initiative to greet him, and even use their country's language!

When Pique suddenly heard his native language in a foreign country, he almost instantly included the boy in front of him as one of his friends.

"Cristiano! Hello, I'm Gerard Pique, I'm from Barcelona youth training, nice to meet you, you can call me Gerard!" Pique extended his hand to Cristiano, feeling a little uneasy - but only a small part. Gerard Pique, who had been a prodigy since childhood, rarely felt uneasy. He thought he just didn't want to be rejected.

Cristiano smiled as he shook the hand that young Pique extended.

As rival players of Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​they had to compete against each other many times. Pique spoke for him and was then forced to sit on the bench for a month, so Cristiano told him privately that if he had to say or do something, then just go ahead and say it, and he would never blame him.

They reached a consensus that, externally, the youthful friendship between the former Red Devils teammates had been broken, but internally, they did not need to prove their relationship to anyone.

Cristiano has never liked to show anything to prove that the relationship is good, but he also disdains to hide anything.

Therefore, there are always people who will use some "evidence" of "severance of diplomatic relations" or "no interaction for a long time" to attack him, as if he is a bad person who is not worthy of associating with him, but in some inadvertent corners, some unexpected connections will be dug up.

The outside world's impression of him is stereotyped and fixed, like a concave mirror, deformed and distorted, yet so fragile that it cannot withstand the slightest external force and will easily fall apart.

Last year was a fruitful year for Cristiano, and winning the European Cup was the most exciting part of it, which won him the attention of the world.

As a striker, he was named in the European Cup's Best Team and won the European Cup's Best Newcomer Award. As a midfielder, he was named in the UEFA's Best Team. He became the most anticipated and watched golden boy amid the cheers of thousands of Portuguese people.

Cristiano went to receive the award wearing the suit prepared for him by Mendes. Mendes was much more nervous than him, constantly adjusting Cristiano's tie and checking the boy's leather shoe laces.

"Relax, Jorge, I'm just going to receive an award." Cristiano smiled and winked at Mendes.

Mendes took a deep breath, "Just?! This is your first time accepting an award!"

Mendes is convinced that Cristiano is too young to realise what these honours mean.

He pinched Cristiano's chin and looked left and right, asking for advice: "Should I put some foundation on you? It will make your facial features look more three-dimensional and photogenic."

"Do I need to put on a shadow? Jorge, you can be nervous, but you can't talk nonsense." Cristiano opened his eyes wide, as if he had been humiliated. "Catch any passerby, they will tell you how photogenic Cristiano Ronaldo is."

Mendes: “…”

Mendes' nervousness was greatly relieved by Cristiano's interruption.

He shook his head, not knowing what to say next, and then heard his cash cow speak out again the next second: "If I win the Ballon d'Or or the World Footballer of the Year next year, or both, will you faint?"

Mendes: "...I can't even dream of this."

"Dreaming doesn't cost money anyway, so why not think about it?" Cristiano raised an eyebrow at his good friend's agent, "Who knows."

Mendes' heart skipped a beat, bewitched by Cristiano's incomparable confidence, but after a few seconds, he regained consciousness.

This is an era full of superstars, and it is not easy for Cristiano to shine in this era. He can encourage his players to look forward to higher goals, but as an agent, what he should do is to be down-to-earth.

He silently said "brainwash" to himself three times in his heart.

Jorge Mendes, the future most powerful, influential and powerful football agent in the European football world, who controls the entire European football transfer market, would despise his younger self for not being bold enough to dream big.

He has the legendary Cristiano Ronaldo, what can’t this guy do? He is the miracle itself!

"Cristiano can play anywhere, left, right, midfield, full-back... He is the most talented and versatile player I have ever seen," Sir Alex Ferguson said in a recent interview. "He can shoot with both feet, no weak foot, his corner kick accuracy is very high, and the same is true for his headers."

"When we have a player like Cristiano in the team, we are always closer to victory than any other team." Ferguson answered proudly, with a hint of bragging in his words.

"Cristiano played more of a midfielder and forward role in the team last year. He also appeared on the wing where he is good at. Even though he is not a striker, he still created rich goal data for Manchester United, so our opponents will be very troubled that we have Cristiano."

Ferguson's unequivocal high praise made Cristiano once again make the headlines of major sports magazines.

Premier League, FA Cup, League Cup... Cristiano's number of starting appearances has shown an increasing trend, which means that Cristiano's position in Manchester United is closer to the core.

He is no longer just a top-notch, shining star; being a core means changes in tactics and the team.

Everyone can smell the scent of wet grass in the wind and rain, just like Cristiano at Manchester United.

Manchester United has no shortage of strikers, but Cristiano's role as a mere midfielder and forward has greatly suppressed his outstanding goal-scoring ability and expertise. Any club would be regretful about this. After two years of observation and judgment, Ferguson has a clearer idea of ​​what to do.

Manchester United's main first-team players all knew it, but no one spoke out.

They have only one goal - the supreme championship honor!

"Welcome to Cardiff's Millennium Stadium! Here are commentators Joel and Maddison explaining to you the world's oldest cup competition, the 123rd FA Cup final! Manchester United vs. First Division team Millwall!" In the broadcast room, two professional commentators are kicking off the upcoming game.

The Welsh sky will soon be filled with the roar of 80,000 crazy fans.