Chapter 91

Cristiano quickly finished the post-match interview.

——As early as when Kaka appeared at the door of Manchester United's locker room, all his thoughts had flown outside the field. As for the questions from some reporters who were not friendly in the first place, Cristiano did not think he needed to deal with them seriously.

"How does it feel to score the winning goal in the final moments of the game? You become the key player and the game becomes your stage. It's very heroic. Do you enjoy it?" the reporter asked.

Alan and Ferdinand, who were standing next to Cristiano and being interviewed, frowned when they heard this. Just as they were about to interrupt and take over the question, they heard Cristiano speak -

"A decisive goal? Uh-huh, I was just doing my job." Cristiano looked at the reporter in front of him. He shrugged his shoulders inconspicuously. The reporter opposite him wanted to poke the microphone into his nose.

This question was obviously not friendly. He narrowed his eyes slightly. The light in this corner was dim, and his eyes turned a deep brown. He looked at the person in front of him and pulled the corner of his mouth: "If you want to define it that way, then this is the heroism and stage of our entire team, not only the eleven main players on the field, but also those on the roster, as well as our logistics and nutritionists. But I admit that I enjoy the game, which has always been the case."

"I don't have anything else to say. Do you have any questions?" Cristiano looked at the reporters in front of him and asked perfunctorily. He quickly answered his own questions without giving them a chance to speak. "It seems that there is nothing else. I'll leave first."

He looked at Alan and Ferdinand, winked at them, then picked up his backpack and walked out quickly.

Reporters: “…”

Ferdinand and Alan lowered their heads at the same time, covered their mouths with their hands and coughed twice to avoid making the smiles too obvious.

Cristiano quickly found the car rented by Kaka and Costa in the parking lot. He got into the back seat and visibly exhaled: "Let's go, I'm starving."

"That's really fast." Costa checked the time while sitting in the passenger seat, then turned to look at Chris, "I thought you would be blocked by reporters for a while today."

"Alan and the others will help me block it." Cristiano said, leaning back in his chair lazily without any burden. "Those reporters only need one sentence from me. They can make up the remaining ninety-nine sentences themselves."

Costa laughed out loud and shook his head: "No wonder Scolari always praises your mentality."

He still has the mood to joke like this, he really has a big heart.

Cristiano raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Kaka looked at Chris in the rearview mirror and unexpectedly met Cristiano's eyes. Chris's eyes immediately showed a bright smile and his grin became even more obvious.

The three of them drove to the restaurant. It was already late at night and the restaurant was about to close. There were not many customers sitting there. Cristiano and the others sat in the corner, not attracting any attention at all.

Costa was holding his mobile phone and reporting his whereabouts to Figo and others. While sending messages, he muttered: "I have never seen a captain like our captain."

"Huh?" Cristiano looked over in confusion, tilted his head to glance, then took out his mobile phone to look through the chat history.

"Figo isn't a captain leading the younger generation, he's clearly a father leading his son." Costa sneered.

[Figo: @cristiano you played beautifully, kid]

[Deco: @cristiano How much insurance did Mendes buy for your head? Let him add another zero! 】

[Ricardo: @cristiano Congratulations! This goal is quite tricky! @ruiCosta Next time you post on social media, remember to say it in the group, brothers come to support you]

[Figo: @ruiCosta has liked, reposted and commented]

[Deco: @ruiCosta has liked, reposted and commented]

[Carvalho: @ruiCosta has liked, reposted and commented]

Cristiano started from the earliest chat history and his smile widened as he flipped through it. "Hey, Rui, so what did you send? I'm going to check it out."

Costa paused, realizing that what Cristiano saw was not a group of {Strawberries protecting our side}.

He switched the group chat and immediately saw the messages from Figo and the others. He immediately went to grab Cristiano's phone awkwardly: "What's so good about this? Hurry up and order the food. Who was the one who was hungry just now?"

"Cris, take a look at the menu first and make trouble later." Kaka received Costa's pleading look and said with a smile.

Cristiano compromised: "Okay, you are all hungry, right? Let's order something that will be served quickly."

Costa breathed a sigh of relief.

He went back to the small group that left Chris alone and quickly sent a message:

{Protect our little strawberry}:

[Costa: That kid is now clamoring to see what I posted [囧] Is it too late for me to delete it now? 】

[Figo: Don’t be so awkward. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.]

[Figo: By the way, are you together now? 】

[Costa: Let’s eat]

[Deco: How does Cristiano feel right now? I saw him miss a few shots on the court and his expression looked like he was about to cry.

[Carvalho: Poor Cristinao, those mean fans will definitely boo even louder]

[Costa: I think he is in a good mood and has a good appetite]

[Figo: Your words really make me worry, let’s take a look at the photo]

【Costa:? 】

Costa looked up from his phone speechlessly and looked at Cristiano.

Cristiano was busy cutting cod fillet. Noticing Costa's gaze, he looked over and asked, "Why aren't you eating? Are you not used to the taste here?"

"No." Costa coughed, "Let's take a photo with Figo. Your old captain misses you."

Cristiano laughed and immediately stood up and moved behind Costa: "Okay."

He put one hand on Kaka's shoulder and the other on Costa, and asked the waiter to take a photo of the three of them.

Costa then sent the photos to the group.

——This time he remembered to send it to the big group.

[Costa: [Share photos]]

【cristiano: Don’t miss me too much! We will meet in less than two weeks! 】

[Figo: @cristiano, train hard, but don’t overdo it, and pay attention to rest and combination [kiss]]

[Figo: Is there a third person? 】

【Deco: Is that Kaka? 】

[Carvalho: The one from AC Milan? You still have him with you @ruiCosta】

[Figo: It’s him again]

【Costa: ……】

Costa looked at Cristiano, and Cristiano touched his nose embarrassedly and smiled at Costa ingratiatingly.

Costa: “…” I owe you.

[Costa: There was an extra ticket and Kaka was also on vacation, so I brought him along]

[Figo: Oh]

【Deco: Oh】

Costa's scalp was almost numb. He hung up his phone and looked at Cristiano expressionlessly.

Chris bowed his head and sent a message——

【@cristiano: Let’s continue eating! 】

[Figo: Okay, enjoy your meal, let Rui treat us, he just got the Super Cup bonus]

[Deco: Eat more Chris! 】

[Costa: ...The bonus hasn’t reached me yet! ? 】

Cristiano smiled with his eyes curved.

After finishing the meal, the three of them went back to the hotel together. Kaka booked a hotel in the same hotel as Cristiano, but on a different floor.

Manchester United booked floors 6, 7 and 8, while Kaka and Costa lived on the 9th floor.

The three of them entered the elevator. Chris pressed the 8th floor button. Costa put his hands in his pockets and was too lazy to take them out. He waited for Kaka to press the elevator button. Anyway, they were both on the first floor. As a result, he waited for a few seconds, but Kaka did not move. Instead, Cristiano looked at him with a puzzled look: "Rui? Which floor are you on? Don't you have a room booked?"

Costa: “…”

He looked at Kaka with wide eyes, and saw Kaka just pressed the ninth floor and replied to Cristiano: "He is on the ninth floor, just above us."

"Oh," Cristiano responded, muttering in confusion, "Why don't you press the elevator?"

Costa: “…”

What do you mean, just above “us”?

This "we", who are we and who? ah?

The elevator door on the eighth floor opened, Cristiano stepped out, and Kaka was about to follow when his arm was stopped by a force.

He turned his head to look, and saw his club-teammate staring at him with a headache, gritting his teeth and whispering: "Ricardo Leite!?"

What the hell, late at night, a man and a woman alone, why do they have to squeeze into one room when there are two guest rooms available? !

"Kaka? Let's go!" Cristiano turned back and waved to his national team teammates, "Rui, good night!"

Kaka was led by Cristiano's hand and strode towards the corridor of the room. Before the elevator door was completely closed, he turned his head to look at Costa, who was a little dazed in the elevator, and smiled: "Rui, good night!"

Costa: “…”

Thanks to you two, I can't sleep well. Costa thought to himself.

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Cristiano swiped the room card, pulled Kaka quickly into the room, and then closed the door of the hotel room.

He jumped onto Kaka's waist with joy, looking at his lover with bright eyes, lowering his voice but still unable to stop the happiness in his throat: "I am really happy today, Kaka!"

His emotions always came quickly and directly, and he was even more willing to share them honestly in front of his lover. He hugged Kaka's neck and lowered his head to rub his lover's neck like a puppy.

"Is there a reason why I'm here?" Kaka raised his head and gently kissed the tip of Chris' nose, asking with a smile.

"Of course!" Cristiano answered without hesitation. The smile lines at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled together because he was ticklish and smiled. He shrank back and laughed.

Kaka pinched the back of Cristiano's neck, his eyes slightly darkened: "But there must be other reasons, besides my being here, besides winning the game. You are always different today."

"What were you worried about in the second half?" Kaka asked in a low voice.

He kissed his lover's eyelids gently and held up Cristiano's surprised face. "I saw you looking at us. What are you afraid of? Chris, you're about to cry, you know? I really wish I was on the court at that time."

Cristiano was stunned for a moment. He didn't even realize that he had done this - he looked at Kaka? Well, maybe.

While he was distracted, Kaka's almost whispered questions and almost continuous, soft kisses made his whole body hot.

Cristiano recalled the false alarm on the field. After a long silence, he exhaled softly: "My teammate, Alan Smith, you should have heard of his name?"

Kaka has an impression - there are actually not many Premier League players that he remembers, except for those who have a particularly good relationship with Cristiano and Alan Smith. He remembers Inzaghi teasing Alan Smith for his good looks, and after Alan Smith transferred to Manchester United, the English tabloids frequently mentioned him and Chris together, Manchester United's new twin stars, the red and white roses.

"It's the one who was talking to you in the locker room before, the one with the platinum blond head." Cristiano said again, pursing his lips and wanting to laugh. The platinum blond head is really a symbol that makes it easy to introduce.

Kaka's mind met that face. He paused and nodded imperceptibly: "It turned out to be him. What happened?"

"In the previous game, his leg was broken. I was right next to him. I didn't even notice he was injured at first. I chased the ball. It wasn't until the referee blew the whistle that we saw him fall to the ground."

"Oh my God, you can't imagine what it was like... He was in so much pain that he had to rely on oxygen to maintain stable breathing, but he is a fighter, he didn't shed many tears." Cristiano lowered his eyes, breathing gently when he thought of the scene.

He shook his head, pursed his lips, and thought again of the corner cafe that afternoon.

"Later, he had to change his playing style and retired, which was a pity."

"After we were tied in this game, everyone was eager to break the deadlock. I was worried that he would use his body to block Riise's free kick like he did in his last life."

"If I could score earlier and we could take the lead, at least he wouldn't fight so hard, but my shots were always blocked, as if it was fate..."

Cristiano paused, stopped talking, and smiled: "But no matter what, we changed the trajectory of the last life."

Kaka listened quietly, and this turned out to be the story.

He looked at the regret and relief that flashed across Cristiano's eyes, tightened his arms around his waist, and soothed him gently, "Yes, Chris, no matter what, he's fine now, and he can still play football. You don't have to carry the regrets and worries of your last life anymore."

"Also, he is a mature player who knows how to play in the best way for his career."

Cristiano nodded and smiled. "That's right. Maybe we can go further in the Champions League this time. Maybe we will meet him on the field in this World Cup. He is from England! It's also very interesting to play against him. You have never seen a striker as aggressive as a defender like him."

In the last life, Alan missed the World Cup due to injury, but this time, Cristiano is almost certain that Alan in his current state will be called up to the England national team.

"Yes, Chris, I'm looking forward to it too." Kaka smiled and changed the subject casually, "Maybe we'll meet in this World Cup? Everything will be different."

Cristiano's eyes sparkled and he nodded vigorously.

Kaka smiled, he leaned over and kissed Cristiano on the lips, his hands firmly placed on his lover's waist and clenched it.

His eyes were as dark as the night, and his lips pressed hard against Chris's lower lip, as if he was going to leave some marks, but reason stopped him in time.

He looked at Cristiano, who seemed to be somewhat dazed, in front of him. His lover opened his mouth slightly with complete trust, his hands resting weakly on his shoulders, and he moved closer to him instinctively, as if he could do anything.

Kaka sighed softly in his heart, curled up his lips helplessly, and said softly: "Cristiano..."

He murmured softly, and then thought to himself - Ricardo, don't let the monster get out and scare his boy.