Chapter 17
The system released the first prop gift package for the two people - treatment package (primary) and lubricant (pineapple smoothie), one for each side.
Regarding the former, Cristiano took out the academic's level 10 research attitude and decided to try it out himself after a future game.
As for the latter, Cristiano didn't want to know at all about the taste of the sticky thing that would be stuffed into his body.
But Kaka said he liked it very much.
All right.
However, neither of them has been able to use the props given by the system for the time being. Although they are young, they need to exercise restraint.
Cristiano called Dolores and Simeone on Christmas Day.
Because he did not have the real homesickness of a teenager in this life, Cristiano did not call Dolores crying every day like he did in his previous life. Dolores was obviously more relieved and asked her younger son to train well and there was no need for him to call home or send things unless necessary.
It is worth mentioning that Mendes gave Dinis a full body examination a few months ago at Cristiano's request.
The results of the examination were not very satisfactory. Dinis had already suffered alcoholic liver damage, but in Cristiano's eyes, this was the best result - at least Dinis still had time to save his life from the hands of alcohol.
Getting a habitual alcoholic man to give up alcohol is obviously a big challenge to overcome.
Although Dennis knew that there was something wrong with his body, without alcohol, the bloody nightmares tortured him with splitting headaches and it was difficult for him to control his behavior.
Cristiano seemed to have anticipated this. He hired two bodyguards to live in the new house he had just bought for his family to help Dinis slowly overcome his alcohol addiction.
Kaka knew Dinis' situation very well, so he brought the best psychologist in Brazil to assist Dinis in treatment.
He and Chris had had some very deep conversations where they talked about everything.
He talked to Chris about his injuries, about his faith, about every relationship he'd had, about his family;
Chris did the same, sharing with him the impulses of his youth, the confusion of leaving home as a teenager, the anxiety and bullying of entering a top club, and Dennis.
——Those painful, regretful, unwilling and nostalgic emotions were intertwined, and Cristiano showed his most vulnerable appearance in front of him, which had nothing to do with his usual appearance of the most unruly and proud lion on the court, but it easily made his heart curl up and ache.
So he kissed Cristiano, he wanted to give all his love to comfort the partner in front of him, they were naturally honest with each other and owned each other completely.
The good news is that after more than half a year of effective treatment, Denis' condition has improved greatly. The latest physical examination report shows that his liver problems have been controlled and are improving.
Dolores reminded Cristiano on the phone to pay attention to the express delivery. She had knitted two beautiful scarves herself, one of which was for Kaka, to thank the psychologist invited by Kaka. However, she didn't know the address in Milan, so she simply gave it to Chris together.
"Simeone has mentioned to me several times where Kaka played football in Milan, but I always can't remember it. Remember to send it to him after you receive it," Dolores reminded.
Cristiano's point is: "Simeone is still in touch with you?"
"Of course, she is my good friend." Dolores laughed, "I have never met someone who is so good at talking and considerate. She always brings me many new perspectives."
Cristiano was on speakerphone, and Kaka also heard what the other party said. He curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, but didn't say anything. He just twisted his fingers around Cristiano's curly hair and gently massaged the boy's scalp with neither too much nor too little force.
Cristiano half closed his eyes, tilted his head back and lay on his lover's thighs worth tens of millions of euros, and sighed comfortably.
"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you." Dolores' temples throbbed when she heard a sigh on the other end of the phone.
She thought of some new things Simone had told her, and she paused and said, "By the way, Chris, mom knows you've grown up, so there are some things you can balance and adjust on your own, I mean in that aspect. But no matter what, take protective measures, understand?"
Cristiano stiffened when he heard that, then he climbed up from his lover's legs with a blushing face. For a moment, he felt as if he was exposed to Ms. Dolores's gaze, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.
He didn't even dare to look at Kaka, but just murmured in embarrassment: "Mom! I don't have a girlfriend yet!"
"Oh, what about the boyfriend?" Dolores asked subconsciously. She was completely influenced by Simone's recent muttering. As soon as she said this, her mind went blank. She quickly changed her words and said, "What I mean is that regardless of gender, all protective measures must be taken. This is the key point."
Cristiano almost stopped breathing. He blinked and said, "Mom..."
"Well, that's all I have to say. You're an adult, so I won't say anything else. Protect yourself." Dolores was almost unable to continue, so she interrupted Cristiano. After she finished speaking, she paused, and then felt that something seemed to be wrong, so she quickly added, "In every aspect! I don't want to always see you limping after being tackled on TV!"
"Oh ok mom..." Cristiano didn't say the second half of Ms. Dolores's sentence, which made her sound even more obvious.
Even so, Dolores decisively hung up the phone.
Cristiano turned to Kaka and said, "Do you feel like Ms. Dolores knows too much?"
Kaka laughed out loud and lay on the bed looking at his lover: "Maybe, I guess mom communicated a lot of new things with her."
Cristiano's face heated up. Oh my God, so that was actually a problem Simeone was concerned about?
"Call mom too," Kaka said.
Cristiano nodded, and he also had to thank Simeone for chatting with Dolores frequently.
He knew clearly that Ms. Dolores usually didn't have anyone with whom she could confide and chat. In her previous life, Dolores was suffering because of Denis's pain. But now, she was so happy on the phone that she even had the mind to knit scarves for them!
Cristiano called Simeone and wished him a happy Christmas Eve.
Simeone also turned on the speakerphone, and Di Gan and Bosco also wished Chris a Merry Christmas on the other end of the phone.
"Where's Kaka? He must be here with you." Digan shouted, "This is the first time he didn't go home on Christmas Eve during the winter break..."
Cristiano coughed lightly, turned to his lover, and handed him the phone: "Kaka?"
"I have packed the jerseys of Digan, Nesta and Seedorf, but they have not been sent out yet." Kaka said.
Digan: “…”
This is probably the brother who is suppressed by blood. He even received Ferdinand’s jersey! Use this to threaten him, ugh.
——The kind-hearted and enthusiastic Chris even sent more than just Ferdinand’s jerseys. Di Gan thought he probably robbed all the jerseys in the Manchester United locker room! For this reason, he once spent a whole week telling Simeone and Bosco how good Chris was, and Bosco's ears were almost callused from listening to him.
"Mummy, daddy, Digan, Merry Christmas Eve." Kaka said with a smile, "I'm with Cris, we're fine, don't worry."
"Maybe we can come together next Christmas Eve?" Simeone suggested, and then she asked Cristiano: "But will this affect you, Chris?"
Cristiano was so surprised that he didn't hesitate for a second and quickly replied, "Great! Great! I can arrange everything for you! I mean, if you really want to come."
"Of course we want to come. We haven't seen your home stadium yet, Chris." Simone replied gently. She could hear the boy's undisguised enthusiasm and joy on the phone. Her smile became more obvious. "Then we'll be in your Manchester on Christmas Eve next year. Is there an appointment?"
"Okay, Aunt Simone!" Cristiano grinned. He could also bring Dolores and the others over. He could rent a big villa in Manchester and everyone could live together.
It couldn't be better.
Bosco asked a few questions about Denis's condition on the phone. He knew that Denis had liver disease. In fact, it was he who introduced Kaka to a psychologist.
Knowing that the respectable veteran is now getting better, Bosco felt relieved and said: "God will bless him, Cristiano, you don't have to worry too much."
"Thank you." Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then thanked.
They chatted on the phone for a while before hanging up. Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief. Compared with the chaotic Christmas Eve in his memory, this Christmas Eve was so beautiful that it didn't seem real at all.
He hung up the phone, still smiling foolishly, until Kaka rubbed his hair and pushed him into the bed, then he came to his senses.
"Cristiano." Kaka called Chris's name in a low and slow voice, wrapping every byte of his lover on the tip of his tongue.
He liked to call the other person "Cris" when being intimate, and liked to call the other person "Cris" when declaring ownership - and he was sure that he was too obvious about this, but he was not very willing to correct it.
On some occasions, Kaka prefers to call the other party "Cristiano". This name is so beautiful, and the syllables are tender and soft, like a hymn. Whenever he calls Chris like this, Chris always reacts more strongly.
"Every Christmas Eve in the future will be wonderful, so there is no need to treat it as a treasure to be collected. It is just a small stop on our long journey." Kaka said, kissing Cristiano's eyes with joy and excitement.
He smiled and kissed her over and over again until the area around Chris' eyes became red.
…
Before Kaka flew back to Milan, Cristiano received a package from Ms. Dolores. It contained two knitted scarves of almost identical styles, both with red as the main color, and only decorated with white and black at the ends, which should correspond to the colors of their respective jerseys.
On the red and white scarf, Ms. Dolores tattooed an Arabic numeral "7" with black thread, and on the red and black scarf given to Kaka, she embroidered a "22" with white thread.
Kaka smiled when he got the scarf: "Aunt Dolores has prepared a couple's version for us."
Cristiano chuckled and wrapped Kaka up with a big red scarf. The young man's fair face was so handsome that the scarf looked like an Armani product.
Seeing this, Chris couldn't help but hold Kaka's face again and kissed him happily twice: "Send me a message when you arrive in Milan. I will miss you."
"Yeah." Kaka hugged Chris tightly and greedily took a deep breath of the aftershave on the boy's neck, "I miss you already."
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After the winter break, both sides entered a more busy league schedule.
Not only for the club, but also for the European Cup this year, Cristiano received a call-up from the national team, just like in his previous life.
As the head coach of the Portuguese team, Scolari showed great confidence in this newcomer who is less than 20 years old:
He claimed that Portugal is now the strongest team in history. They have a golden generation and the most promising future star, Cristiano Ronaldo.
So in June, Cristiano opened the European Cup with the Portugal team.
The national team's number seven is their legendary captain Figo, while Cristiano consciously wears his number 17 jersey.
During the national team training, as the youngest player in the entire Portuguese team, Cristiano was warmly welcomed by the older brothers.
Deco patted Cristiano's not-so-strong shoulder and laughed, "Ronaldo, you have to practice more."
Rui Costa also came over to look at him, and after a while he said, "I think we have to protect this kid well. He will definitely become the favorite target on the court."
Goalkeeper Ricardo nodded in agreement. He looked at the earrings on Cristiano's ears and couldn't help laughing: "You like shiny things just like a child. Remember to wrap them with tape to avoid getting hurt."
"Okay, don't scare our little friend." Captain Figo interrupted his teammates with a smile. Seeing that Cristiano seemed to be too nervous and didn't know how to respond, he spoke out to rescue him and smiled gently at the youngest main player in the team, "Don't be nervous, kid, we are here, just remember one thing, enjoy the green field."
Cristiano blinked away the heat in his eyes, nodded, and swept his eyes over every familiar and unfamiliar teammate. He stepped forward and hugged them one by one. When he hugged Figo for the last time, he even buried his face in the captain Figo's jersey and responded in a muffled voice: "I know."
Figo was caught off guard. Is this... crying?
He stared at the others with a helpless look, and said that these people were just trying to scare the newbies, now he's done, right?
He slowly ruffled Cristiano's curls.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that the young main force in front of him, when looking at them, did not have the pure look of a 19-year-old boy. Instead, there was a kind of grievance and nostalgia of a man who had experienced many hardships alone, and suddenly he felt relieved and relieved, as if he had returned to a safe harbor.
Cristiano really misses the Portugal national team, in which he doesn't have to shoulder all the burdens.
Figo, Carvalho, Deco... Portugal's golden generation gathered here. They are the most offensive Portuguese golden team and the team with the greatest hope of winning the European Cup.
Figo was surprised by his own idea, but he felt a little sad as if he could empathize with Cristiano. He closed his eyes and patted Cristiano on the shoulder: "Let's win the Delaunay Cup for Portugal at home."
Cristiano took a deep breath, raised his head, and exhaled deeply. Portugal, with its golden generation, is by no means a weak team. They must, of course, take back the frustration of the previous life.
He is not the little Ronaldo who needs protection and cooperation from his older brothers. He carried Portugal into five World Cups. Naturally, he can now play his role in this excellent team.
He would not allow himself to watch the trophy fly away before his eyes again, or watch Figo and others chasing the ball with helpless and unwilling eyes.
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