Chapter 100
As the season is coming to an end, the competition schedule has relaxed a lot, and the work handover arrangements between Mendes and Armani have been put on the schedule. The photos were released in time for the release of new products in the new season.
"It feels different wearing Armani. Ronnie has grown up." Keane was flipping through the new magazine that Cristiano brought early in the morning. The cover was a photo of Kaka and Chris, which was not much different from the previous concept drawing.
Keane selectively ignored the Brazilian on the cover.
Cristiano curled his lips, obviously very satisfied with the photos produced by Armani.
During the live shooting, his costume designer was fixing his clothes while muttering: "Suits are the armor of modern men. Everyone needs at least one well-tailored suit. Cristiano, you are very suitable for suits, and of course, jerseys."
Cristiano couldn't agree more with this statement, as he always feels better when he wears the right suit.
For the upcoming Ballon d'Or, Armani will also provide full-body clothing for him and Kaka. Cristiano believes that this Golden Ball will belong to Kaka. Last year, Kaka won the Big Ear Cup and his performance in that game was very eye-catching.
"If it's you who wins the award, I'll go to the ceremony." Cristiano tilted his head to hold the phone, mixing a vegetable salad for himself while chatting with his lover. "If it's someone else, forget it. Instead of sitting there and wasting two or three hours, I might as well ask Van der Sar to practice shooting with me."
The Dutchman, who lived less than three blocks away from Cristiano, sneezed violently in his house, complained to himself about the cold winter in England, and then turned up the heat in the room.
Kaka shook his head helplessly and laughed: "Then what will the media say about you?"
"When did they ever give up saying something to me?" Cristiano laughed. He walked to the other end of the sofa with a glass bowl and sat down. He turned on the TV and casually tuned it to a cartoon as background music. "If I care about what they say, I won't be able to do anything."
"By the way, how is your strain?" Cristiano changed the subject. He stretched out his arm to pick up the small massage hammer on the coffee table and massaged his calf muscles. He always cherished his body and took good care of it.
Kaka followed his lover's change of topic and replied, "It's completely fine. You've seen it with your own eyes, right?"
"Hmm." Cristiano tilted his head and thought about it. He didn't know what he thought of. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "That's right."
Kaka heard the smiling voice of his lover on the other end of the phone, paused slightly, and coughed lightly.
The two chatted about nothing as the street lights outside the window lit up, illuminating the snow that was about to melt.
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The Ballon d'Or awards ceremony arrived as scheduled. When Cristiano and Kaka arrived at the event one after another, they were not too far apart and found each other accurately at a glance.
Cristiano winked at Kaka and showed a big bright smile, which made the reporter standing in front of Cristiano feel as if he was knocked out.
She didn't understand why someone would call Ronaldo the devil's child. She thought, if the devil's child had such charm, there would probably be fewer than half of God's disciples.
"Who do you think is the best football player in the world?" The reporter stared at Cristiano's face, her voice unconsciously filled with smile, and asked the three people in front of her, including Cristiano.
The two people around him gave their answers, and the reporter looked at Cristiano: "Ronaldo, what's your answer?"
He came closer, bending slightly to get closer to the microphone: "Me."
Cristiano heard laughter from the side, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and then said: "First of all, I have to recognize myself and think that I can be the best in the world. If I don't even believe this, then I can't be the best in the world."
The laughter beside her stopped after hearing this. The reporter blinked and took back the microphone after two seconds. She smiled and sincerely wished: "Wow, I'm glad to hear this answer. I think we will see more stories about you in the future. Ronaldo, I wish you a fruitful day today."
"Thank you." Cristiano raised the corner of his mouth, leaned over and gave the other person a gentle hug out of courtesy, then turned and walked into the venue.
The reporter heard his own heartbeat was louder than before.
He smells really good, the reporter wondered, why does he smell sweet?
And his suit really suits him, and with his diamond earrings, he looks shiny and like a little prince.
The smile on the reporter's face was even more like a spring breeze.
After entering the venue, Cristiano found his seat and sat down. He looked around at the seating chart. Kaka was on his left, Keane and Ferdinand were on his right, Figo and Deco were sitting behind him, and Van Nistelrooy was in front of him on the left. He was surrounded by many familiar faces.
However, the only ones entering now were him and a few familiar faces in the distance with whom he had little interaction.
He lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, playing the most simple Snake game on his mobile phone.
"Cristiano."
Someone sat down next to Cristiano. The little snake in Cristiano's phone ate too greedily and bit its own tail. The words "Game Over" were displayed in large letters on the screen.
He immediately turned off the screen and turned to look at the person next to him - he had already opened his arms consciously - his voice was filled with a bit of excitement and restraint: "Kaka! Long time no see."
Kaka leaned over and hugged his lover openly. He tilted his head and sniffed the boy's neck deeply, leaving an inconspicuous kiss, and smiled and responded: "Long time no see, Cristiano."
The two sat together. Cristiano looked at the people coming and going and gradually taking their seats. He covered his mouth and whispered to Kaka: "It must be Mendes who arranged our seats together. He did a good thing."
He joked maliciously and exaggeratedly: "He probably knew that if he didn't arrange it this way, I might fall asleep during the award ceremony."
Kaka was amused.
The two were chatting in whispers, and people were coming and going behind them. Cristiano didn't notice that the captain and teammates of his national team had sat down behind him.
Figo and Deco stared at their golden boy, but their boy was not at all sensitive to the gaze and was still whispering happily, as if there was a vacuum around him and only him and his Brazilian friend were left.
Costa entered the stadium later and his seat was around Kaka. As soon as he approached, he saw his national team captain and teammates staring at the front row in silence. And those two people in the front row whose mouths were almost sticking together, who else could it be but Kaka and Cristiano! ?
Costa almost screamed in his heart.
But fortunately, he still maintained the steadiness of a senior, tried to tighten the expression on his face, walked over quickly, and forced a smile: "Long time no see, Cristiano, long time no see, Luis, Deco."
Cristiano saw Costa's smile quickly froze when he raised it, Luis? Deco?
He turned his head to look in the direction Costa was looking and blinked several times quickly: "Luis, Deco, long time no see! When did you arrive?"
"Just when you are engrossed in chatting with your friends." Deco kept smiling.
He shook his phone, and saw that more than 99 messages had been sent in the group chat, and Cristiano didn't even look at the group chat. He almost thought he had sent the message to the wrong group chat.
[Portugal national team group chat]
[Deco: [Sharing photo] We arrived at the venue, and Cristiano was in the row in front of us. Let's see when he noticed that we had arrived]
[Carvalho: Didn’t Cristiano notice your arrival at first? This kid was always the first to see Figo arrive during training.]
【Figo: :)】
【……】
[Deco: Five minutes have passed and he hasn't even changed his position. I really wonder if his head and neck hurt.]
[Ricardo: Who is that next to Chris? Can't see the face clearly]
[Deco: Also a Ricardo]
[Ricardo: ￣へ￣]
【……】
[Figo: Seven minutes have passed :)]
【……】
[Deco: Costa is here :) Our little Strawberry still hasn’t even noticed us]
[Carvalho: He didn’t even look at his phone? Whenever I look at the phone...is that all he and Kaka can talk about? 】
[Figo: Ask Costa, that's his club teammate :)]
【Costa: ……】
I have a fear of smiling faces. Thank you.
Cristiano blinked wildly, he stood up and opened his arms to his Portuguese teammates, asking for a big hug: "Nice to see you! I missed you so much!"
Ferdinand, Keane and Van Nistelrooy met in the corridor. The three of them, who had not seen each other for a long time, came in together and saw their curly-haired puppy acting coquettishly and skillfully.
The three of them covered their mouths and coughed softly.
"Luther!" Cristiano's eyes lit up. This time he was more genuinely surprised. He turned around in the narrow aisle and shook hands and hugged Ruud again. "You look great! I'm so happy!"
Van Nistelrooy curled the corners of his mouth, hugged Cristiano, and skillfully rubbed the curls on the back of Cristiano's neck, just like when they were still in the same team.
"Nice to meet you too, Ronnie. Edwin told me a lot about you. You tortured him a lot, but it sounded like he enjoyed it." Fanny said.
Cristiano smiled, and he stood beside Van Nistelrooy, nodded sincerely and said: "Edwin helped me a lot."
Van Nistelrooy curled the corners of his mouth. He had told Van der Sar at the beginning that he should be careful of the Portuguese boy after joining Manchester United, otherwise he would be willing to serve as his sparring partner at any time. At that time, the tall goalkeeper sneered at this, but in just less than a season, the opponent has successfully joined the ranks of "Ronnie" and even became the top brother of the "Ronnie sparring partner list".
Van Nistelrooy pinched Chris's face twice, ignoring the warning glances from Keane and Ferdinand. He said, "The next time we meet may be at the World Cup. Play well, I won't show any mercy."
"Of course." Cristiano narrowed his eyes, leaned in and hugged Van Nistelrooy, "How is it in Spain?"
"It's okay, but I can't find any food that suits my taste." Van Nistelrooy shrugged and chatted with Cristiano about nothing.
Upon hearing this, Cristiano recommended several restaurants to Van Nistelrooy. On the streets of Spain, many restaurants are centuries-old and have not changed for eight hundred years. Cristiano pointed to his mobile phone and said that he would recommend a few more and send them to the phone later.
Fanny raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing, just nodded in agreement.
Kaka watched Cristiano and everyone else quickly blend in. He stood quietly on the sidelines and listened without saying anything, but he firmly occupied the position closest to Cristiano, and it was obvious at a glance that they were together.
Van Nistelrooy was almost done talking to Cristiano. He patted the boy on the shoulder and kissed his forehead. "Okay, good luck Ronnie."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and nodded slightly to Kaka.
Kaka smiled, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Fanni in a friendly manner.
Soon, the award ceremony officially began.
They had to sit there in silence for nearly an hour, waiting for the final reveal.
Cristiano looked eagerly at the award presenters who arrived on the stage, cue cards in hand. Kaka even felt that his lover was more nervous and looking forward to this moment than he was.
He tilted his head and looked at Cristiano intently. His lover was like a well-behaved student, with his hands quietly placed on his thighs, pressing against the fabric with some force, his mouth slightly open, his lips as if he had just applied lip balm, and he was breathing shallowly.
Kaka covered his mouth and whispered to Cristiano: "Cris..."
"Shh." Cristiano raised his index finger and gently shushed Kaka, touching his lips with it frequently, saying, "At the critical moment."
Kaka had no choice but to close his mouth, but in his heart he was almost dying of the cuteness of his serious lover, and he wanted to kiss Chris.
The award presenter on the stage read out the key lines with a smile on his face: "...Congratulations to this year's Golden Globe winner, Ricardo Leite!"
Cristiano's eyes lit up. Even though he already knew the answer, he was still very excited and happy at this moment. He gave his lover a big hug and said, "Go up! Kaka! Hurry up!"
Kaka took advantage of this opportunity to hug, tightened his arms and put the thought that just flashed through his mind into action.
He closed his arms and kissed Cristiano on the cheek like a gentleman - if his hug hadn't almost wrinkled Cristiano's suit.
Cristiano smiled with his eyes narrowed and his head slightly raised. The light from the side shone into his eyes, reflecting a clear and beautiful green color, like gems. Kaka had to resist the urge to kiss those eyes.
Figo sat behind the two of them, squinting his eyes and watching. He had originally prepared a complete set of "Comfort Chris Plan", but now it seems that this should be changed to "Interrogation Costa Plan".
Costa forced himself to suppress the urge to sneeze.
Kaka reluctantly let go of his arms. At Cristiano's reminder, he straightened his clothes, buttoned up his suit, and strode towards the podium.
When passing by the first row, Ronaldo, who was sitting in the first row, smiled and patted his waist: "Congratulations, go up quickly!"
Kaka curled his lips and quickly hugged his national team teammates: "Thank you."
He walked onto the stage, took the golden ball, and looked over the crowd, his eyes only seeing the most beautiful and dazzling young man sitting in the seats.
Kaka curled his lips and kissed the golden ball, then held it up and leaned close to the microphone and said in a deep voice: "I am very grateful to be able to witness this moment with important people. Thank you everyone."
There were some simple thank-you speeches and a standard process, and after the award ceremony there was a dinner.
Normally this would be the main course, but apparently the new Ballon d'Or winner decided to skip it.
Cristiano was a little surprised at Kaka's boldness. This was not at all what the good boy version of the Son of God would do: "Mendez will go crazy looking for us, at least show your face, this night belongs to you!"
"...Okay, then for a while." Kaka agreed reluctantly. He thought to himself that this night belonged to him, so it was up to him to decide how to spend it. All he wanted to do was stay with Cristiano, just the two of them.
Even if we just sit together and watch a random game -
They would squeeze together on the beige love sofa, Cristiano would tuck his bare feet into his legs to keep warm, he would hold Chris's calves to massage and soothe the muscles, they would suddenly look at each other, and then exchange a simple kiss, perhaps interrupted by takeout food, Chris would lazily ask him to open the door and bring it in, and then they would share food, laughter, and more kisses.
"Cristiano, this is Mourinho. I think you should know each other?" Mendes' voice interrupted Kaka.
He looked up and saw the young Mourinho walking towards him with his lips pursed, following behind Mendes.
"Ronaldo." Mourinho, who was nearly a head shorter than Cristiano, extended his hand and took the lead in showing a friendly attitude, but still maintained his unique arrogance and raised his chin. "I apologize for my previous slip of the tongue. I was deceived by some words and had some misunderstandings about you."
Cristiano shook the hand offered by the other party. He shrugged his shoulders and said: "Well, I am glad that the misunderstandings are now resolved. I don't take it to heart, and I hope you don't take it to heart either."
"Of course," Mourinho replied, "but Jorge obviously cares more about it."
Cristiano laughed and agreed with the other party: "That's the truth. He is more anxious than the two of us."
The two Portuguese men with similar temperaments quickly reached a consensus, and Mendes rolled his eyes.
"I originally wanted to ask for his phone number so that I could call you and tell you about this, but he insisted on meeting." Mourinho said as he took a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing wine waiter, and then looked at Cristiano to indicate whether he wanted it.
"No, I'm still in the season," Cristiano declined.
Mourinho raised his eyebrows and nodded: "You are indeed different from the Ronaldo I thought you were."
Cristiano smiled and said, "Then you are welcome to get to know the real me."
Mourinho shrugged, raised his glass and took a sip: "When the need arises."
He turned and walked away, as if any more pleasantries would kill him - he had already accomplished what his agent had been nagging him about for weeks, and there was no point in staying any longer.
Mendes: “…”
Cristiano smiled, which was exactly like his impression of Mourinho.
Mendes was soon called away for another phone call. When Cristiano saw Mendes hurriedly walking out of the banquet hall, he immediately whispered in Kaka's ear: "Mr. Ballon d'Or, do you want to go on a night tour of Paris with me?"
Kaka was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Chris, and bumped into the boy's mischievous and teasing eyes. Cristiano extended his hand to him, and Kaka took it almost instinctively: "Of course."
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