Chapter 125
Ferguson wants to build a team with Cristiano and Ferdinand as the core tactics.
Cristiano is the best offensive spear he has, and Ferdinand is the most reliable shield.
Therefore, he and Queiroz needed to have a brief discussion with Cristiano about the club's future game arrangements and team adjustments.
The two stayed until noon, when Cristiano's stomach growled at an inopportune moment, causing the boy to bend over in embarrassment and cover his stomach.
"It's time for lunch. How about this, you go out with us to have lunch. At least those fans won't do anything to you in front of us." Ferguson made the decision.
Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "No, don't bother."
——Kaka is still hiding in his spa room closet! Hopefully his lover wouldn't be so obedient as to hide in the closet all the time... at least she'd have enough time to move to another room.
"This is one of the few opportunities for you to dine freely during this period of time. Cherish it, boy." Queiroz smiled and stood up. "Or do you have any plans for the future?"
Ferguson looked over with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and he found that Cristiano's eyes were a little wandering, as if he really had some other arrangements.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he could say anything, he heard Cristiano say, "I just want to say that I have some fresh ingredients here, maybe we can have a simple meal here?"
"Let's go out and eat." Queiroz said.
He had heard Rooney complain about the menu that Cristiano usually ate, some light boiled chicken breast and celery juice, and his eyes darkened just by hearing it.
If Cristiano knew the recipe Queiroz heard from Rooney, he would definitely deny it loudly -
That was just part of his menu occasionally, he wouldn't eat it every day! Rooney only picked out the exaggerated ones that weren't very tasty! ——This is probably why Rooney’s body fat percentage is always the closest to the red line in the team.
Queiroz looked at Cristiano insistently.
Cristiano couldn't refuse anymore, that would seem too strange and special, so he just nodded and said: "Okay then."
Queiroz stood up happily. He stood up and glanced unconsciously, and noticed that in front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass in front of the living room was a large swimming pool and a connected spa room.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Ronnie, you even built a spa for yourself?!"
He couldn't help but take two steps towards that place, and turned his head to look at the boy curiously: "Can I go and take a look? This is my first time here. I didn't expect you to have so many facilities prepared for yourself. It seems that you really take good care of your body."
Cristiano smiled nervously.
"Can't you go?" Queiroz asked in confusion as he saw Cristiano just laughed along but his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.
Ferguson hugged his chest and looked at the boy's abnormal behavior. Cristiano has never been a person who can hide his expression. Now the expression on the other party's face clearly said - "I brought back a one-night stand and hid her in the spa room."
Cristiano was about to get his scalp numb from Sir Alex Ferguson's stare. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, it's just that the cleaning lady hasn't come yet, so it's a bit messy over there."
"What's the big deal? I've seen what your locker room looks like before. How can it be that messy?" Queiroz sneered.
Cristiano had no choice but to take Queiroz and Ferguson to the hydrotherapy room.
The water in the swimming pool was very cold. Queiroz noticed the real-time water temperature displayed on the pool screen and could not help but let out a soft “hiss”: “Still insisting on this? You are amazing.”
He muttered to himself, "I really don't know whether to say that you are cruel to yourself, or that you take good care of me..."
Ferguson glanced at Cristiano, his eyes deepened and softened a little.
Soon, Queiroz saw the towels and bathrobes flying on the ground. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Cristiano, then bent down to pick up those things: "You boys really don't like to put things back in place. Isn't this a cabinet?"
As he spoke, he walked straight to his locker and opened the double doors unexpectedly.
Before Cristiano could say anything to stop him, he just uttered a syllable and then saw that the door was empty with only a few bathrobes hanging on it. Queiroz stuffed those things in.
Cristiano felt like his heart was about to jump out. He let out a breath and made a cross in his heart. His lover was smart and witty enough.
"It's easier to take more if you throw it aside." Cristiano chuckled, and his whole body visibly relaxed.
Queiroz shook his head and walked around Cristiano's spa room again. The equipment inside was even as good as those in the club. Some of them were even the latest models on the market - better than some of the equipment that the club replaced every few years.
Queiroz couldn't help but touch it: "This must be a lot of money, right?"
"But it's worth it," Cristiano said. "The club should update these."
Queiroz nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Ferguson, who said, "Put this on the meeting notes for Monday with those guys."
Cristiano grinned at Ferguson upon hearing this.
Ferguson patted the boy on the forehead and temporarily let Cristiano go of his hidden little secret, not letting him catch the tail. This can be considered that the boy was cautious and careful enough.
"Let's go and have dinner," Ferguson called.
Queiroz responded, and Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sent the two of them out of the spa room.
He was walking at the back and was about to hold the handle to close the door when he noticed Kaka was standing behind the door!
Kaka was standing in the corner between the door and the wall. The light in the spa room was dim enough and the space was not large, so no one would pay attention to the small space behind the door.
Cristiano's eyes widened suddenly and he almost screamed, but fortunately Kaka quickly covered his mouth.
Oh my god!
Cristiano covered his chest. He really should have let Kaka appear in front of Ferguson and Queiroz! His heart shouldn't have to go through this damn thing!
Kaka let go of his hand, pinched Cristiano's cheek, and jokingly closed the door of the spa room for the boy, while he himself remained hidden inside.
Cristiano walked out like a sleepwalker.
"Do you want to change your clothes? Or can you go out like this?" Queiroz looked at Cristiano.
"Well, what do you think I look like?" Cristiano asked Queiroz subconsciously, still like he was sleepwalking.
"Not bad." Queiroz took a look and said from the bottom of his heart.
The boy's home clothes are simple, casual khaki trousers and white T-shirts, clean and refreshing.
What's more, Cristiano has a beautiful face, even gorgeous, coupled with a slender figure, tall stature and just the right amount of muscles. No matter what he wears, he can stand out from the crowd.
——The premise is to wear it casually. Queiroz believes that the simpler the better.
Cristiano nodded when he heard that and went out directly. He was not concerned about what he wore today.
"What to eat?" Ferguson asked Cristiano for his opinion.
He registered for the restaurant that had the seafood risotto he had wanted to eat at before, thinking that now it was the football legend's turn to be the delivery man for the Ballon d'Or winner.
Three people appeared in the restaurant, and someone around really recognized Cristiano. The chattering was like flies, but fortunately Ferguson was sitting next to Cristiano, and no one dared to challenge the authority of the Scottish head coach.
Cristiano enjoyed a fairly satisfying meal and packed an extra portion before leaving.
"For dinner, or for lunch tomorrow," Cristiano explained. "It tastes really good. I missed this seafood risotto when I was on vacation abroad, and it's not easy to eat it afterwards."
Queiroz understood and nodded in agreement. He almost felt pity for Cristiano. The boy would indeed lose his freedom and simple life for a long time.
Ferguson frowned slightly and quickly said, "It's nothing. If you want to eat, you can ask Giggs or Ferdinand to bring you here, or ask them to bring one to your home. I think they will be happy to help."
——More than happy.
After Ferguson occasionally brought up the topic in the locker room one day, Cristiano never worried about his dinner again. He even had to reject his teammates' invitations many times to ensure that he would not consume too much oily and salty food. The food in the restaurant was indeed delicious, but it was indeed not conducive to his strong plan. Cristiano would only allow himself to enjoy one or two indulgent meals occasionally.
Kaka tasted the seafood risotto that Cristiano brought back.
However, this cannot be considered compensation for hiding the existence of her boyfriend, but he got what he wanted from Cristiano.
Cristiano grabbed something, and the veins in his arms were almost bulging with excitement. He vaguely remembered Sir Alex Ferguson's warning to him in a low voice before he left the restaurant.
"Ronnie, don't waste your energy and strength on unnecessary pleasures. You have a greater goal."
Cristiano covered his eyes with his arms, sobbing unbearably, as if he was crying because of being bullied, and the corners of his eyes were red.
Oh my god, the Boss must know something!
"Cris, you're not paying attention..."
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