Chapter 128
Cristiano couldn't help curling his lips as he sat on the bus. His teammates got on the bus later and saw this scene.
After the post-match interviews, they also had awards and celebrations. The team doctor even gave him another dose of medicine during the process. By the time they returned to the bus, it was already long after the game was over.
"What makes him so happy?" Neville raised his chin towards Cristiano and asked Rooney curiously and puzzledly.
The substitutes got on the bus earlier. Rooney shook his head and said speechlessly: "God knows, I saw him holding his phone after getting on the bus and he looked like this."
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"Tsk, is there an electronic lover or something on the other end of the phone?" Alan sneered.
As soon as he finished speaking, Rooney, Ferdinand and others looked over at him hesitantly, as if they understood something.
Alan raised his eyebrows in surprise. No sense of humor at all?
He ignored him and patted Cristiano on the forehead: "Hey, how do you feel? Where is the wound?"
Cristiano came back to his senses. He rubbed his stomach and took a deep breath.
Alan rolled his eyes: "I thought your pain was gone."
"I'm not slow." Cristiano curled his lips. He lifted up his shirt and looked down. He saw that his well-defined abdominal muscles were already turning blue, and it would probably turn into a glaring purple in a short time.
Ferdinand frowned upon seeing this: "Boss should appeal to the Football Association. That guy should be suspended for at least a few games!"
"No need to remind you, Sir Ferguson is already on the way." Assistant coach Queiroz got on the bus and said to Ferdinand while signaling to the bus driver to drive.
Ferdinand grinned, nodded with satisfaction, sat down next to Cristiano, took out two bottles of ice water from the small refrigerator under the seat, and handed them to Cristiano: "Ice compress?"
Cristiano nodded and took it, holding it to his stomach through his clothes. The cool touch and the dull pain in his lower abdomen made him shudder slightly, curled his back, leaned against the car window, and let out a soft moan through his nose.
Damn it really hurt. Cristiano curled his lips in his mind.
Neville and Rooney were sitting in the row behind them. When they heard the noise, they all half stood up and poked their heads out from behind their seats to ask, "Does it hurt? Do you want the team doctor in the car behind to come up and spray you with some medicine?"
"No need to be so troublesome." Cristiano waved his hand when he heard that. He shrank back, rolled up his training clothes uncomfortably, and leaned against the car window. A softer pillow made him feel a little better.
Seeing this, Keane, Giggs and others couldn't help but curse the defender from beginning to end in their hearts.
Cristiano curled up in his seat looked extremely pitiful, his curly hair was fluffy and soft lying on his face, with the slightly long hair ends sticking around like little tails, making him look more like a child.
What a cruel guy, he actually kicked a child so cruelly! Ferdinand cursed in his heart and pursed his lips. Just as he was about to grab Cristiano and let the boy lean on him to rest, he saw Rooney handing him an inflatable pillow from behind.
"Give it to Ronnie, use this one, it's more comfortable and soft." Rooney said.
Ferdinand took it upon hearing this and let Cristiano rest on it.
"Thank you, Wazza." Cristiano blinked and turned to look at Rooney with some surprise.
Rooney cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, Alan from the next aisle spoke up: "He's the only one who carries so many gadgets with him."
Rooney: “…”
Cristiano laughed out loud, then immediately gasped and groaned while holding his stomach, the last line of his voice hanging softly and pitifully: "Don't make me laugh——"
Alan: "...Take a rest and shut up."
Cristiano made a face at Alan across the aisle and at Ferdinand who was sitting in the middle, then he covered his stomach and slowly turned his back like an old man, using the pillow Rooney had lent him as a cushion, leaving his teammates with a pitiful back.
Ferdinand and Neville both looked at Alan at the same time, with a hint of "He's like this and you're still mean to him?" in their eyes. Even Evra, who had just joined the team for more than a month, cast a look of disapproval.
Alan turned to the Frenchman expressionlessly. He didn't believe that the other man, who was still asking him what the reporter asked in the previous ten minutes, could understand what he said to Cristiano in the next ten minutes.
Evra spread his hands towards Alan. He didn't understand the meaning, but he understood the tone. Alan sounded stiff, as if he was arguing with someone.
Alan began to wonder if he was really that vicious.
Neither do you have any, right?
While Alan was thinking and hesitating, Cristiano turned his back, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the message Kaka posted on the platform, like a young couple secretly replying to messages under the nose of their parents.
There were already hundreds of comments at this moment, most of which were from England fans who came over and cursed Kaka together. There were also fans who supported Kaka and cursed back without giving in. It was like a war of words.
Cristiano sighed, and without reading the comments and reposts, he still gave Kaka a thumbs up in a good mood.
Read.
"No wonder you're laughing like that." Ferdinand said suddenly, he lowered his voice, raised his eyebrows, and gently bumped Cristiano's arm.
"Leo!" Cristiano's ears felt hot.
Ferdinand then noticed that Cristiano was also looking at the blog post. He shook his phone and declared: "I'm not peeking at you, I saw it."
Cristiano coughed lightly and grinned at the other person guiltily.
Alan looked up and saw Cristiano smiling. He let out a light sigh, and immediately all the slight worries in his heart disappeared.
He said Cristiano is not that fragile, so would he feel wronged and pitiful after hearing what he said? It's all because of those people's wild imaginations and excessive thinking.
Alan took out his cell phone to kill time in the boring car.
Social media platforms were all pushing the Community Shield results and some interviews. Cristiano was naturally the center of the topic. Alan saw the text-organized content after just a few scrolls. He casually clicked "like" and continued to scroll down.
Then I saw the related push below following Kaka’s blog post——
"There are many people who don't hate you. Love will support you and God will bless you, my dear @cristiano"
Alan paused, clicked "like", and then forwarded it:
@alansmith: There are many, many people who don't hate you. @cristiano//@kaka: …
Cristiano soon received a forwarding reminder from his followers. He immediately looked at Alan, who happened to look up at him. Cristiano's bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his eyes narrowed in a smile: "Alan, I know!"
Alan looked away and clicked his tongue.
Noisy puppy.
After Alan forwarded it, soon, Manchester United teammates all forwarded it from Alan -
@evra: Mon cher @cristiano//@ferdinand: There are many, many people who don’t hate you, my dear @cristiano//@gneville2: There are many, many people who don’t hate you, my dear @cristiano//@alansmith: There are many, many people who don’t hate you @cristiano//@kaka: …
Cristiano blinked and looked at his teammates unexpectedly.
"Thank you." He hugged Ferdinand nearby, "You don't have to do this."
This will cause those fans to bombard them equally.
"Kaka did the same. There is no need for this. Just do it if you want to." Ferdinand curled the corners of his mouth and rubbed Cristiano's hair twice.
Following the reposts by these professional players, fans supporting Cristiano also reposted and commented to keep in line.
Cristiano muttered quietly: "...but you made the news that Kaka gave me very popular."
Ferdinand paused, then rubbed the boy twice more vigorously, pulling him so hard that he had to protect his hair and beg for mercy before he stopped: "You heartless little bastard."
Cristiano laughed and lowered his head to hug Ferdinand's waist: "I'm kidding!"
"You'd better." Ferdinand narrowed his eyes, pinched Cristiano's cheek, lowered his voice, and raised his eyebrows. "I think you plan to keep a low profile, right?"
Cristiano blinked and didn't answer.
Ferdinand's eyelids twitched, and just when he was about to warn the other party again, he heard Cristiano say: "What do you mean by low-key? Look, even if we kiss on the court, the fans won't take it seriously!"
"You're still planning on...?"
"I'm just making an analogy!" Cristiano's ears turned red. He interrupted Ferdinand and assured him, "We will stay at a safe distance, Leo, don't worry about us."
Ferdinand nodded slightly.
He thought to himself, their Ronnie was at least reliable, but that Brazilian was like a time bomb.
Although he was three years older than their boy and always seemed calm and reliable in other aspects, he occasionally showed a sense of recklessness and loss of control when facing Cristiano.
Deduct ten points.
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The bus took the players back to their hotel in Wales, and Cristiano still shared a room with Ferdinand.
After just over an hour on the bus, Cristiano stood up after the bus stopped. The soreness in his lower abdominal muscles was completely different from when he was sitting down. It was like the pain had increased by three levels.
As soon as he took a step forward, the muscles in his lower abdomen were pulled, and it felt like someone was punching him in the stomach in real time.
The expression on his face froze suddenly, and his body also stiffened for a moment. He blocked the aisle, then slowly moved back to his seat, motioning for the people behind him to pass first.
Neville stopped when he saw this: "What?"
Cristiano bared his teeth, covered his stomach and didn't want to speak.
He regretted it now. He should have listened to Sir Alex Ferguson after the game and sent him directly to the observation hospital on a stretcher, so that he wouldn't have to move back to the hotel bed by himself.
Cristiano was thinking aimlessly in his mind while taking deep breaths to adapt to the dull pain that came one after another.
"How about I carry you?" Neville said.
Cristiano looked at Neville, he stretched out his hand to indicate the height difference between Neville and himself, and shook his head. Neville was shorter and thinner than him, and he didn't want to crush Neville to the ground, because if he did, he would be the one who suffered.
Neville laughed angrily, and elbowed the boy habitually. Cristiano was swayed to the side, his muscles pulled, and then he hissed and inhaled, holding his stomach and squatting on the ground: "Gary——!"
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm used to it... Ronnie, can you still walk? How about letting Leo come up and carry you?" Neville reacted and embarrassedly helped the boy up.
"Just let me take it easy." Cristiano pursed his lips.
Seeing this, Alan shook his head and said, "Don't be so stubborn. I'll carry you on my back."
He then turned to Neville and said, "You just hold on by the side and give me a hand."
Neville nodded, and the two of them ignored Cristiano's suggestion and cooperated to carry Cristiano on Alan's back without saying a word.
When Keane and his companions saw Cristiano being carried down by Alan and Neville, they were stunned for a moment: "What happened?"
"The adrenaline has gone down, awakening my muscles. Now I know how much it hurts." Alan pulled the corner of his mouth, "Please help me see if he can still smile?"
Cristiano: “…”
He stretched his mouth and barely showed a row of big white teeth.
Giggs couldn't bear to watch and waved his hands silently.
"Take him back to the room first. I'll go get the team doctor to get some medicine and ask them to check out the situation." Ferdinand said.
Alan nodded.
After more than half an hour of tossing and turning, Cristiano was asked by the team doctor to try not to let water get into the wound, so Ferdinand cancelled his shower today.
Cristiano was glad that he took a shower in the locker room in time after the game, otherwise he would have gone bad.
He lay on the bed, holding a pillow against his stomach, and lazily replied to Kaka's message -
【C: Let’s go into the space and see the baby? But don't ask about my injury :(】
【K: ...You know I can’t help but ask】
【C: Okay, come in】
Cristiano entered the space, he lifted his clothes and looked down. His abdomen, which was originally bruised and slightly swollen around the wound, was smooth as usual in the space, and there was no sign of injury at all, but he could still feel the pain.
He slowed his breathing slightly and put his clothes back on.
"Cris!" Kaka followed in. He walked quickly to Cristiano and looked up and down at his lover's expression. Without him asking, he could tell what the other person's current pain tolerance level was.
Cristiano was very patient in enduring the pain and he pursed his lips tightly.
Cristiano held his face with both hands and curled his lips helplessly: "Look, the last thing I want to see is your expression like this."
He leaned in and kissed the corner of Kaka's mouth, then slowly took his hand and moved step by step to the virtual panel that showed the development of the two life seeds.
The outlines of the two small seeds could already be vaguely seen. The two little guys were curled up with their eyes closed, and their facial features could barely be discerned.
The progress bar shows 77%. Cristiano and Kaka still don’t understand how the progress bar is increasing, but it seems to be progressing rapidly now.
"I'm still thinking about what to name him," Cristiano whispered. He couldn't help but get close to the two children with intimacy and love. "Junior is my child. I miss him, but he is unique. I don't want to give this child his name here. It's not fair to any child."
Kaka was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He had not thought about this question yet.
He paused, held Cristiano's hand, and whispered, "Don't worry, Cris, there is still time, we will have an answer, just let it go."
Cristiano responded, and he gently tapped the two children's noses across the screen: "Good night, little ones."
He came out of the space, exhaled deeply, and sat on the bed in a daze. He hadn't been a father for a long time, and now he started to get nervous again - he would coax the little ones to sleep, hold them and feed them with bottles, and play with them while babbling weird words. He would give all his time except for football to these two little ones... Would he be a good father?
Cristiano was muttering something. Ferdinand came out of the bathroom and saw Cristiano in a daze, muttering something.
"What are you thinking about?" Ferdinand grabbed a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it and drank it, while asking casually.
"How to be a good father, Leo?" Cristiano looked at his teammates.
Ferdinand suddenly sprayed out all the water in his mouth, and Cristiano watched his bed fall apart like a baby who had wet his bed.
His eyes widened, and the culprit also widened his eyes: "What?! Cristiano Ronaldo! Where did you get a child?! Just after the World Cup?!"
Cristiano's ears rang because of the yelling. He was in a trance for a moment and answered subconsciously: "Yes, it is after the World Cup... Well, of course, it's not what you think!"
"Kaka knows?" Ferdinand asked again.
"Of course!" Cristiano scratched his hair, slowly and laboriously got up from the wet bed, and moved to Ferdinand's bed. "I told you it's not what you think! Just think of it as our adopted one... That bed is yours."
Ferdinand:? ?
"You're only twenty-one! You're still a child yourself! You want to adopt a child? For you and Kaka?! Damn it, you told me in the car before that you would keep a low profile and be safe? Now you two are adopting a child together? You call this low-key?" Ferdinand almost roared, "Tell me, whose idea was it?! I bet it must be that Brazilian..."
"Leo, Leo, calm down. It's not entirely about adopting them together... maybe separate them?" Cristiano hadn't figured out how to explain the origins of the two children, but now he had some ideas. He first pulled Ferdinand and said, "Don't get excited, Leo. We haven't reached that point yet. We will think it over carefully."
"Kid, Ronnie, you tell me this is something you've thought about carefully?" Ferdinand's eyes widened.
Cristiano nodded with difficulty. No matter what, it was a fact that they would have two children soon. Even Ferdinand would have such a big reaction, so one could imagine Sir Ferguson's reaction.
Cristiano was extremely glad that he revealed it to Ferdinand first, which made him more or less mentally prepared, and now he had an ally.
He looked at Ferdinand eagerly: "Leo, will you speak to Boss for me?"
Ferdinand had barely caught his breath, and before he could accept the news, their curly-haired dog was already planning to use him as a wingman?
Ferdinand almost laughed angrily: "Ronnie!"
"Will you be the godfather of my child?" Cristiano asked suddenly.
Ferdinand was stunned. He paused and asked for confirmation, "You mean, let me be the godfather of your child?"
"Yes." Cristiano smiled, and he could clearly see that Ferdinand softened instantly.
He grinned, stood up and knelt on the bed, waving at Ferdinand: "Leo, you are my most trusted friend, and you are also the first person to know this news. My child will be safer and happier if he has you as his godfather."
Ferdinand walked over, and he subconsciously curled his lips. After a long silence, he bent down and gently hugged Cristiano, as if in compromise: "Little bastard, you will always get what you want."
"Yes, I'd love to be your child's godfather," Ferdinand said, sighing softly. "Oh my God, Ronnie, I still can't believe you're going to have a baby? Congratulations, Ronnie - although I'm still angry, I'm also happy for you."
"Thank you, Leo." Cristiano smiled. He quickly relaxed his body and lay back on the bed, his abdominal muscles. He hugged the pillow and pressed it against his stomach. "Is it settled then?"
"It's a deal." Ferdinand nodded affirmatively. No one, not even Keane, could take away his position as godfather.
——Ferdinand doesn't know yet that their Portuguese children will have more than one godfather, but for now, Ferdinand defends the rights of his first godfather.
"I mean you slept in that wet bed," Cristiano added.
Ferdinand: “…”
He rushed to his own bed: "You heartless little bastard, you let me sleep on the wet bed?! Move over, Ronnie! We can still sleep if we squeeze in!"
"I'm a patient!" Cristiano muttered, but he still slowly moved his butt towards the wall, leaving half of the bed for Ferdinand. "Why do you still dislike the water you sprayed out?"
"Shut up Ronnie and give me some of the blanket!"
"Is that enough?"
"You mean this little corner of the quilt? Don't think I won't hit the patient."
"hiss--"
“…”
Ferdinand closed his eyes in resignation, grabbing onto the tiny corner of the quilt.
Cristiano grinned, his prank was successful, then he shook the quilt open and covered him with half of it: "Hey, you won't beat the patient."
Ferdinand was grinding his teeth. What a troublesome little dog.
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