Chapter 65 Chapter 65 What do you like about me?
"What are you doing, Brother Tong!"
Cross was considerate enough not to show up this morning. Leandri went for a morning run alone, accompanied by Brother Tong's Brain MP3 who hadn't appeared for a long time. His brother Tong was very considerate and created a new playlist, including but not limited to "Love Is Not a Choice", "Confession Balloon", "Have to Love", "Happy Breakup", "Dignity", "Suddenly I Miss You", and "It's a Pity There Are No Ifs". I didn't think anything of it at first, but the first sentence of Brother Tong's next song was "Maybe only by giving up can I get closer to you."
Leandri was a little upset. "What does that mean? Using music to experience love from beginning to end, right?"
[I just thought you might need a little BGM. ]
"You are really smart, but can you change to something more exciting? The 50-year-old Yehenara next door can run faster than me."
[It's destined, I'm too willful...I break away from you and fall in love with you! ]
"Shut up!"
Leandri, who was so angry at his own system, chose to go home and meditate under the shower to cultivate his body and mind!
When I came out with my curly hair dried, I saw Cross holding a hair dryer.
"What are you doing?"
"Blow-dry your hair."
Leandri had a puzzled look on his face, "I can do it myself!" The two of them have been living in the same room for several months, and even Kroos, no matter how young he is, has never been to this point.
"I know, but I want to help you."
"What on earth are you going to do?"
"Can't you see? I'm chasing you." Cross had already plugged the socket in.
Leandri snatched the hair dryer from the German's hand and waved his hand impatiently to drive the German away. It was so annoying!
Today both of them had to rush to the training ground for training. Leandri had just sat on his motorcycle when he felt warmth coming from behind. He then discovered that a pair of arms were tightly wrapped around his waist.
"Be careful when riding a motorcycle." Seeing Leandri looking at him with shame and anger, Cross calmly explained his behavior, "I was afraid of falling off, and there was no place else on the motorcycle to hold on to."
Leandri gritted his teeth in his heart and said, I will replace my motorcycle with a car tomorrow!
The prince system was silently despising him. The silly kid had been teased like this, but they still wanted to take the culprit out and bring him back every day, and even spent money to let Cross sit comfortably in a car that was not exposed to the wind or rain.
Love brain!
"What are you thinking about? Don't be distracted." The traffic light has turned green, but the driver of the motorcycle has not started the car until a warm and itchy voice came to his ears, and the arm around his waist seemed to hold him tighter because of the other party's "fear of death".
What are you thinking about? You tell me what I'm thinking!
He restarted his big donkey, and the shadows of the trees rustling behind him outside brought his thoughts back to last night.
"Ryan, I like you."
"I want to fall in love with you, live with you, and become an important part of your life."
"You can think about it, but don't take too long, okay? I can't wait to be with you."
The German gave him a goodnight kiss, but this time it wasn't on the cheek. Cross pulled Leandri over and gently touched his dry lips. "Goodnight."
The lips hidden under the helmet seemed to be getting hot again.
Rolfes felt that something was wrong with the team's condition today. Usually, after the Spaniard finished his training, he would stick to Kroos like magnets, go back to the locker room together, eat together, and do extra training together. But today, Leandri found Helmes for the extra training.
I don't know what stimulated the young goalkeeper today, but he kept rushing around and almost made the team's number one striker become autistic!
Looking at the other side, the "abandoned" Kroos stood alone by the side, watching the two players practice for a while, then took the time to pick up the ball around the goal, and finally handed over a net bag of balls, making the young goalkeeper even angrier!
Rolfes feels that being a captain is really difficult, and it is really hard for young people nowadays to understand. It is quite common for brothers to turn against each other in the Cuju circle. Either you secretly steal my girlfriend, or I openly talk to your wife about the philosophy of life. But it is really rare to see two single guys suddenly having a conflict. The conflict between them is like that of elementary school students, acting out "I'm angry, I ignore you" and "Don't be angry, I brought you your favorite little ball".
After helping Leandri pack up his things without complaint, Kroos asked the goalkeeper with a wide face, "Will you come to practice after class? Will you take me back with you?" When the other party shook his head firmly, Rolfes felt that it was time to take action. He wanted to prevent the breakdown of the brotherhood.
The good captain directly pulled the two men over, holding one in each hand so that they were facing each other in front of his chest muscles, "You two good brothers are having a conflict, what can't be talked about!"
The teammates on one side nodded collectively. It is our responsibility to help the young people get back together!
Vidal stood behind Leandri and used his palm to push the young goalkeeper towards Kroos. Leandri was caught off guard, and by the time he reacted, his right hand had subconsciously supported Kroos' shoulder, and his chin just happened to brush the opponent's ear.
The players in the locker room all cheered, clapped their hands and stamped their feet, crying and praising themselves for being such a caring big brother. The glory of humanity shone at this moment.
Kroos was very happy. Every small step forward for Leandri was a big step towards his future happy life!
What Leandri was thinking was, what a good brother, which brother would want to sleep with me? Although I also have some bad thoughts.
Touching his nose, Leandri was in a hurry to go to class. Before he put the key in, Kroos said to him, "I'll wait for you to come practice together and take me home."
Leandri snorted in his heart, I don’t care whether you live or die, just go back!
As a result, when he was in class, all he could think about was how Kroos got along with him, and he was also worried that the other team wouldn't really be waiting for him at the training ground.
Leandri was so annoyed that he didn't notice that he was flipping through the pages of his textbook so quickly, until Schultz, the senior who was cooperating with the professor in the lecture today, knocked on his desk and asked him if he had anything to do and could leave early.
Leandri, who didn't listen at all, struggled for a long time. After apologizing to the professor and senior, he threw all the books into his bag and drove his big donkey back to the training ground.
"Get in the car! Go home!" Cross began to hug his waist beautifully again.
Leandri slammed his keys on the table and glared at the man in front of him, "Do you know that football is homophobic!"
Kroos nodded, and Leandri became even angrier, "Then why are you chasing me? If others find out, your career will be over!"
In 1990, Justin Fashanu, the first person in football to come out, spoke out about his sexual orientation at the peak of his career. His career hit a slump, he was despised by everyone, and finally committed suicide. Going back further, homosexuals even faced imprisonment.
The most common things fans, players, and coaches say are "Hey, you're as soft as a gay" and "You need to act like a man, not a gay."
After players were free to transfer, more and more capital flowed into the football field. Players have to do more than just play football. They also have endorsements, their portraits and are involved in the image of the team. When the first person to try it out has his throat strangled by the crab's claws, no one dares to go one step further. They will be afraid of being abandoned by fans, excluded by the team, and abandoned by capital.
In this era, homosexuality is not so accepted in any circle, let alone the even more closed and backward football circle. No one in the mainstream league dares to stand up and say to everyone, "Hey, actually I like men!"
Why is football the world's number one sport? In addition to its wide popularity and capital benefits, it is more empathetic. Tactical clashes, physical confrontations, speed and passion all allow people on and off the field to taste the fruits of victory and the tears of failure together. This is a highly confrontational and passionate sport, which runs counter to people's traditional impression of Nantong as being feminine, soft and weak.
Those backward machismo and intolerance of differences are all bacteria in this circle. Football is like an electron microscope, clearly showing the surface morphology and internal ultrastructure of these bacteria.
"So what? I just like you."
"It's not about football, it's not about sexuality, it's just you."
The German man on the other side had tears in his eyes as he spoke, "I know everything you said, but I want to be with you more."
"What do you like about me?" Leandri heard himself asking with trembling lips. His inner defenses were almost broken by such straightforward words. He felt that nothing mattered, as long as they were careful, they could be together.
You were shining the first time we met. You won the game and asked me to exchange jerseys. Even though I was rejected, you were still confident and happy.
You took the initiative to accept me into your life and brought me into this place with your warmth and enthusiasm.
No one stood up for me, Hennes belittled me, and only you kept telling me I was the best.
You said my eyes were like blue planets. When the strange feeling started, I realized it was a planetary collision. What the smoke-filled explosion brought was not a disaster, but water and oxygen. I became full of vitality.
Every time I'm close to you, even if it's just a simple handshake or a hug, my heart beats faster. Ryan, I resisted the urge, but you moved me again and again.
We travel together, and I always wonder if the puppet clock tower in Munich is playing for us. We have watched the World Cup and the European Cup together, and I want to experience more future with you.
If I had known that I would fall in love with you, I would never have rejected the sunshine of Madrid when I received the invitation from Castilla.
Leandri couldn't hear anything. He vaguely felt that Cross was getting closer and closer, and his hand touched the back of his head, leading him down. They were pressed tightly together, and the caress of the tongue tip made him unable to think of anything. He could only close his eyes obediently. Unlike before when they touched and then separated, this time it was from shallow to deep, from dry to wet.
Their noses crossed, and the whole person was surrounded by the smell of Kroos. Leandri's brain became more dizzy, and his dry mouth was made numb and hot by another pair of lips. Once, twice, the other party carefully stretched out his tongue to lick his lips until they softened, and then slowly bit them as if testing the bottom line. It was a little painful, but it was more of an uncontrollable passion. When Leandri subconsciously opened his mouth to bite back, Cross could no longer wait and excitedly invaded and entangled himself in him, swimming in his mouth to the point of grabbing all the oxygen. Leandri heard the swallowing and interweaving sounds of the water, and he trembled until his body became somewhat limp.
He seemed to vaguely see Cross looking at him again, and his palm finally left the back of his head which was a little painful from the force, but it was still not good, it was his Adam's apple. Cross kissed his lips and tongue while pressing his thumb gently on his throat and fiddling with it. His other fingers with distinct knuckles wrapped around Ryan's neck, as if he was controlling his entire consciousness. He even used his fingertips too much to cause tremors.
He was almost suffocating, but he couldn't bear to push Cross away.
Kissing, this is what it feels like.
Kissing Cross was pleasant.
Cross finally stopped and grabbed the other's hand that had climbed to his waist without him knowing when, and held it in his palm. With rapid breathing, he let the tears and words fall into Ryan's heart, "You came back to see me early today, Ryan, I am sure you must have me in your heart, let's give it a try, okay?"
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