Chapter 117
While having a midnight snack, Di Gan tried his best to get close to Cristiano, eagerly wanting Cristiano's game jersey.
"It's with your brother." Cristiano pointed at Kakanu, "Why don't you ask your brother for it?"
Di Gan curled his lips when he heard this. Cristiano's game jersey had been given to his brother, so how could he possibly get it back?
Cristiano thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll leave the jersey for the final to you?"
“Really?!” Di Gan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and then he looked at Kaka eagerly - would his brother want to snatch it from him again?
Cristiano found this funny and turned to Kaka, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Kaka paused. He did think about keeping Chris's final jersey, which was of great significance.
"You're going to fight your brother for this too?" Cristiano leaned close to Kaka's ear, laughed, gently poked the soft flesh on Kaka's waist, and joked, "How about we divide it into the first half and the second half?"
Kaka nodded and said, "Okay."
Cristiano choked. He was originally teasing his lover for being stingy.
Di Gan didn't care about the first and second half. He cheered and immediately said, "Then it's settled!"
Simone knocked on the table helplessly and gently scolded Digan: "Where are your etiquette, Digan?"
“Thank you Chris!”
A young man from the team came down to pick up Mendes' five midnight snacks when they were brought to the hotel.
When the young man came out of the elevator, he saw Kaka and Cristiano standing side by side. Cristiano tilted his head and covered his mouth while saying something in Kaka's ear. Kaka put his hand on Cristiano's waist and hugged him tightly naturally. There was almost no distance between the two of them.
The forum post he had just monitored flashed through the young man’s mind.
Kaka noticed the young man from Mendes' team coming over, he quickly let go of his hand, took the takeaway box from Cristiano, walked quickly towards the young man, and naturally distanced himself from Cristiano.
"Thank you for your hard work." Kaka patted the young man's shoulder kindly and gently.
The young man was flattered and quickly took it: "Thank you, both of you!"
"You're welcome." Kaka smiled, "Go up quickly, don't let the food get cold."
The young man responded with a thank you and quickly returned to the elevator.
The elevator door slowly closed, and he saw Kaka smiling at him through the gap.
The young man shook his head vigorously. Damn it, if he kept listening to those gay guys talking, sooner or later he would think everyone was gay.
That's Kaka! Even if they are worried that Manchester United's Alan and Ferdinand will develop an underground relationship with Ronaldo, they should not question Kaka!
After watching the young man enter the elevator, Kaka turned and walked towards Cristiano. Chris winked at him and said, "Mendez and our team staff will know about us sooner or later."
"They haven't signed the confidentiality agreement yet. What about after they sign it?" Kaka said.
Cristiano nodded slightly in agreement.
"So are you going back to the Brazilian team's hotel today?" Cristiano asked again.
Kaka looked at Cristiano, but before he could answer, Cristiano quickly said, "Or should I go to your hotel?"
He thought about the fact that he was sharing his hotel room with Figo, which was obviously not very suitable.
Cristiano guessed that if he asked Figo to stay with Costa in a single room for one night, Figo would definitely agree, but Costa would probably be in trouble.
For the sake of his teammates in the national team and to ensure that Kaka could continue to be used as his wingman in the club in the future, Cristiano appeared in Kaka's hotel room.
Cafu glared at the little Portuguese who appeared in his room with a dark face.
"Kafu..." Kaka said.
The great Brazilian right-back interrupted Kaka and said quickly: "Okay, I know. I'll sleep in the same room with Ronaldo."
Cristiano clasped his hands together and smiled, "You are so considerate! But how are you going to tell him that you need to sleep with him temporarily?"
"...Kaka needs to pray to God, I don't want to disturb him?" Cafu coughed lightly and looked at Kaka with a vague look.
Kaka: “…”
Cristiano: “…”
"Maybe Ronaldo wouldn't even think of asking this." Cafu said again. He waved his hands irritably and walked towards the door holding his clothes. "You two annoying guys, if you ask me again, I won't lend you the room!"
"I think this explanation makes sense!" Cristiano said quickly. He immediately strode forward and sent the Brazilian captain to the door. "Goodbye, Cafu!"
Cafu held the door and did not leave. He looked at Kaka and Cristiano as if warning, especially Cristiano: "Little guy, you'd better stay where the curtains are drawn, and don't be photographed in our hotel room. Otherwise, I can't say what the Brazilian fans who lost the game will do. And Kaka's teammates, not everyone can look at your face calmly now."
"Thank you Cafu." Cristiano gave him a big hug, "I'll remember it!"
Kaka also came over and gave his captain a hug: "Thank you."
"I'm really impressed by you." Cafu rolled his eyes and snorted uncomfortably.
He quickly left the room, curling his lips. These two kids were quite open about their relationship, but they were a bit of a waste of their teammates.
Cristiano turned around with a smile and looked at Kaka: "But I didn't bring any clothes...I can only wear yours?"
"Yeah." Kaka was finally able to enjoy his lover quietly alone. He hugged Cristiano, who turned around, and buried his head in his shoulder. He smelled the sweet perfume sprayed on Cristiano's clothes.
Cristiano raised his hand and gently patted Kaka's back, as if he was coaxing a child.
His eyebrows, which always looked very unique, softened and he whispered, "Kaka, you did a great job..."
"No, Cristiano, I'm not worried about winning or losing the game." Kaka interrupted Chris, he raised his face and looked at the young and immature lover in front of him.
He took a deep breath. He knew that his depressed mood was misunderstood by Cristiano. He gently rubbed the boy's longer hair. The black hair was curly and soft. His fingertips gently hooked and rubbed it, and slowly spoke:
"Although the result of this game is regrettable for us, we played our best in the process and we went further than in the last life. And you really conquered everyone on the court. Although Cafu joked like that, in fact, even if you appeared in front of my teammates, they would be happy to reach out to you. We respect every player who tries his best to win the game.
So, Cristiano, I didn't dwell too long on our defeat, I know having you in the team always makes the games harder, but also makes them more meaningful and more exciting. ”
"It was a very, very, very good game and I enjoyed it," he stressed.
This made Cristiano even more confused. He couldn't help but frown slightly: "Then why did you...?"
"Cristiano..." Kaka sighed softly and held the other's arm. "Because I see you in the future, wearing the captain's armband, Cris. I'm just a little sad."
Cristiano laughed, he grabbed Kaka's hair twice, said nothing, just quietly rested his chin on Kaka's shoulder.
"...You know, one day, we will leave the stadium, and someone will have to take over the national team. This is an honor, no matter how heavy it is." After a while, he spoke.
He looked at Kaka and said, "You will also take over the captain's armband from Cafu. I will be proud of you."
Kaka is well aware that the two have completely different meanings. His Brazilian team is different from Cristiano's Portuguese team.
His lover will have a harder time. Portugal, which has lost its golden generation, will have a harder time in every major competition in the future, and the world will focus all its attention on Cristiano more harshly.
Portugal, which once won the European Cup, Portugal, which once reached the World Cup final, Portugal, which was extremely glorious, the world will only see these and will not think about what Portugal has lost.
In his previous life, his lover brought Portugal into every major competition. Everyone was used to Portugal's qualification. Portugal was a fixed program in the World Cup, and the media would only impose more stringent and even harsh demands on the Portuguese team.
Later, he would remember that he went to the World Cup - he went to the next two - but he couldn't see the Portuguese flag, and only then did the world realize what Portugal had lost.
Football is a sport for eleven people, but Cristiano is always the exception, the only one who can change the rules of the game.
His coach loved Chris, and in the following decade, Ancenotti, who was already old and no longer coaching, would occasionally get together with them for a meal and take a precious photo. Ancenotti would hold his hand, his eyes seeing through everything, and he would never tire of recalling that golden time over and over again, recalling Real Madrid without him.
Kaka enjoyed listening to those stories over and over again, even though he could almost recite them backwards.
Ancenotti told him countless times that Cristiano would make the game start from one to zero. As long as that man was on the court, he was always at ease. He knew that he could completely trust the other party and leave the game to the other party with confidence, because that man was the real king on the court and dominated the game.
Kaka firmly believes this.
Cristiano is a legend.
And when Cristiano left, he became a milestone that is difficult to cross. He will always be there, quietly waiting for those young people who love football in the future, waiting for those children to sprint towards him one by one with full of enthusiasm.
His lover and football exist forever, but they are not in his world.
Kaka once again looked at Cristiano and took a deep breath. He knew that Cristiano knew better than him what the future would bring, but his lover had already said so, so he would not say anything more.
He simply leaned over and kissed Cristiano behind the ear, to kiss the place where they shared the same mark, a mark that only they could see, like a silent secret of love.
"I'm proud of you, too, Cristiano," he whispered.
Cristiano raised the corner of his mouth. He stroked Kaka's neck and squeezed it gently: "Can I take a shower then? Can you get me some clean clothes?"
"Okay Cris." Kaka responded softly.
He took his shirt and underwear and put them into the steamy bathroom.
When Cristiano came out wearing his clothes, his eyes swept over his lover's muscular thighs - the hem of his shirt was very long, but Cristiano simply crossed it and tied it into a knot, completely exposing the base of his legs.
Cristiano jumped on the bed: "You didn't bring a T-shirt? Shirts are really not suitable as pajamas."
"...I didn't think of preparing an extra set for you." Kaka smiled helplessly to deal with his lover's complaints. He tilted his head and asked, "How about wearing a jersey? I have a clean jersey."
"Oh..." Cristiano blinked and said in a long voice, "But I have a principle, I don't do it before a big game..."
"Just change into something comfortable for you to sleep in." Kaka interrupted Cristiano quickly with red ears.
He swallowed slightly, wanting to open his lover's little head and see how many tricks were hidden inside.
He had to admit, that seemed pretty good.
"Is that so?" Cristiano said softly, pulling the blanket over to cover half of his face with a chuckle. "That's fine too? Let me wear this shirt back tomorrow. I don't want to wear today's clothes again."
Kaka agreed.
The next day, Cristiano appeared in Figo's sight wearing a slim-fit shirt that was completely different from his daily style.
He quietly and stealthily opened the door of the hotel room, but before he could jump onto the bed - pretending that he had returned in the middle of the night - he was caught by Figo.
"You're amazing, Cristiano. You didn't come back all night?" Figo's voice was a little gritted, and he noticed the boy's completely different clothes.
He gasped, "You were with Kaka all night?"
"Well……"
"Okay, no need to say anything more." Figo looked at Cristiano's smirk and immediately stopped him from explaining. He pinched his nose and said, "It's better if no one takes pictures of you."
"Of course! I used 100% of my counter-reconnaissance!" Cristiano said immediately.
"I hope you still have the energy to continue training today." Figo glared at him sternly.
Cristiano blinked, then quickly reacted and said, "No! We didn't do anything! We just slept!"
Figo looked at the boy in front of him suspiciously. It was a night of victory, but also a night of frustration, filled with tears and sweat, and the rapid surge of adrenaline after intense exercise - he did nothing?
"Really!" Cristiano emphasized sincerely, and immediately changed his clothes and was about to follow Figo to the training ground to prove himself.
Figo noticed that there were no marks left on the boy's body, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, believing Cristiano's words.
So here comes the question -
When Costa was pulled aside by their golden captain and questioned about whether his club teammate Kaka could not break through the Christian doctrine and reach the final step of union, Costa almost went crazy. How could he know such a thing? ? ?
Damn it, what did Kaka do to make their captain question him like this? !
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