Chapter 175
After the unveiling ceremony, the club prepared a media event to welcome the new players joining this summer window.
The media event was held on the rooftop of the Real Madrid club building. Cristiano was looking for Kaka and saw him standing in the crowd, chatting with others. He waved at Kaka and shouted, "Kaka! Kaka!"
Florentino was walking next to Cristiano and was suddenly startled by the Portuguese's powerful shout. He almost took the wrong stairs. Fortunately, he was supported by the staff next to him and did not fall down.
He glanced at Cristiano speechlessly. The young boy waved to the other side energetically, as childish as a kid on a spring outing who had to call his friends to walk side by side with him.
The president of Real Madrid took a deep breath and said to himself, he is just a child, a child spoiled by Alex Ferguson. Don't bother with him, just stay away from him.
Kaka trotted over when he heard Cristiano's greeting. He laughed and joked, "My World Footballer, today is your main stage. What do you want me to do?"
Cristiano poked his cheek with his tongue, pretending to mess up Kaka's hairstyle: "This is obviously our stage! Us!"
Kaka quickly quickened his pace and trotted a few steps to escape the Portuguese's attack range. He grinned with a row of neat white teeth: "I was wrong Cris, I was just joking!"
Cristiano snorted, curled his lips and muttered softly: "I don't like this joke, don't make this joke here Kaka."
He never doubted his absolute dominance over the Bernabeu. This was his stage, and it always was. But for his lover, it was just the opposite, so he was always particularly sensitive to Kaka's implication of excluding him. Now, this would be their stage, and they would shine here.
Kaka looked at Cristiano when he heard that. He paused, then smiled. Cristiano was always very careful and sensitive about his affairs.
He pinched Cristiano's wrist, as if begging for mercy, just like those tacit, unspoken little actions between young lovers, and Cristiano's face soon became bright and happy again.
He pulled Kaka over, walked quickly to the edge of the rooftop, took two glasses of champagne, and handed one to Kaka.
"Drink less." Kaka immediately said in a low voice when he saw this.
Cristiano shrank his neck and said: "I gave it to you. I just held it in my hand for show."
He glanced at the clear wine in the glass. It was just one glass, so he wouldn't be too drunk. Today was a day worth being happy about, and Kaka was here, so it didn't matter if he got drunk.
But he still held it in his hand.
Benzema and Modric came up later. They first took a photo together, and then were called to the other side to answer questions from the media.
"It's really high up here." Benzema stood on the edge of the roof, looked down, and muttered in French.
Kaka heard what Benzema was saying, and he subconsciously leaned over to see what was going on, and asked, "What?"
Benzema glanced at him and didn't answer.
Not familiar with it.
Cristiano saw that the railings around him were surprisingly low, and Kaka leaned half of his body out. He was scared and couldn't help but reach out to stop Kaka. He also called out to Benzema: "Don't be like a little kid Karim, don't make me be like a kindergarten teacher warning you to beware of falling from a high altitude and catch you back."
He spoke in French. Benzema laughed when he heard it. He put his arm around Cristiano's shoulder and bent over with laughter, pushing Kaka away. "Chris, you don't look like a kindergarten teacher. You look like a kid who leads a prank in the kindergarten."
Cristiano couldn't help laughing when he heard that. He nodded and said proudly, "That's true. I'm very good at playing pranks."
Benzema laughed even louder, he liked Cristiano's straightforward temper.
Although Kaka didn't understand, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the two laughing like that, so he took a selfie stick to take a picture of the two and said, "Hey, you two, say something I can understand."
Benzema waved his hands to block it, and Modric was even more confused, but he did not join in like Kaka did. He just stood aside quietly, watching the three men laughing childishly, pulled the corners of his mouth, and thought to himself, three stupid guys.
After the media interview, Cristiano and Kaka were busy adapting to life in the new club. With their two children, moving and training have become the two most important things in their lives.
The two of them naturally bought a villa instead of being neighbors only a few hundred meters apart like in their previous life.
The confidentiality measures in this villa area are very good. Many football stars have settled here, and their neighbors include Raul and Casillas.
The captain and goalkeeper of Real Madrid came by the door several times and expressed great surprise that the two were sharing a house.
"Isn't the salary Florentino offers you enough to buy a second villa?" Raul looked at the two new teammates in front of him in confusion.
"Taxes in Spain are very high," Cristiano responded quickly. "I thought since we just came here, it would be easier for us to live together and take care of each other. Besides, we have two children, so it would be easier to take care of them together."
Raul looked at Cristiano sympathetically and said, "It's easier to take care of two children at the same time? Cristiano, I hope you still have this idea in a month."
At first glance, they were two young men who had never been beaten by children.
Cristiano paused and looked down at the two quiet little ones in the stroller. He was sure that his Junior was well taken care of. As for Luca? Luka should be like his father, but his father... looks quiet, but actually he is not quiet at all, he is very noisy. Only a fool like Mendes would be fooled into thinking Kaka is quiet!
Mendes sneezed violently.
Cristiano and Kaka drove to the training base together during the day and returned to the villa together at night. Within three days, the whole club knew that the two lived together and had a very good relationship.
Originally, the outside world was planning to see whether the two Ballon d'Or winners would have conflicts in the same team, but from the looks of it, the two seem to enjoy the current situation.
Van Nistelrooy would occasionally roll his eyes at Cristiano: "Stop it, Ronnie. I didn't expect you to join Real Madrid just to see you grinning at Kaka."
Cristiano's ears blushed, then he smiled and came close to Fanny, put his chin on Fanny's shoulder and whispered: "Oh, it's obvious? Really, Luther? I didn't do anything? You see, I treat you the same way."
Fanny pinched the tip of the curly-haired puppy's ear, which was leaning forward on purpose, and gritted his teeth: "Ronnie!"
Damn it, he dared to say that Ferdinand and Van der Sar would definitely pamper and indulge the little Portuguese to a higher level after he left! Otherwise, this guy would never dare to treat me like this!
Cristiano saved his ear with a grin, made a face at Van Nistelrooy and ran away quickly.
He happily held the ball with his shoulders, circling around Kaka, and occasionally passing the ball to Marcelo. Suddenly, a group of people started playing a game of keeping the ball from falling to the ground.
Small games can always help people quickly integrate into a new group, especially Pepe and Marcelo, who all speak Portuguese. There is no language barrier and a small Portuguese gang was quickly formed. On the second day after arriving in Madrid, several people made an appointment to go for a barbecue together.
Pepe squinted his eyes and watched his childhood friend and national team captain always eagerly calling "Kaka", "Kaka". He pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Quaresma -
[P: Chris just can't learn to be wary of good-looking men, right? 】
【Q: ? 】
[Q: Who should we be wary of? 】
[P: Kaka, my new teammate]
【Q: Oh...that Brazilian...I mentioned that before. You have to keep an eye on Chris. I don't want him to catch me crying and drinking again. He makes friends too easily and takes everyone as sincere.]
【P: Of course. ps, don’t mention Chris, he rarely cries]
[Q: ...Sometimes you can choose not to go blind if you are spoiled, Pepe]
【P：:)】
Pique's loan contract also ended this season. He was bought by Barcelona, but he was not happy.
"Ronnie, why did you go to Real Madrid!?"
It was late at night when Cristiano received the call from Pique. He had already gone to bed. After receiving the call from Pique in a daze, he muttered, "Who is it?"
“……!!!” Gerard Pique was so angry that he hung up the phone.
Cristiano forced himself to open his eyes, checked the caller ID on his phone, then stuffed the phone under his pillow again.
Gerard Pique's, then it's fine.
"Cris?" Kaka called out sleepily, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Kaka, just an unimportant call." Cristiano yawned. Gerard Pique will digest this news quickly. Anyway, one is in Barcelona and the other is in Real Madrid, and no one will die.
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head towards Kaka and muttered something that no one could hear clearly.
Sure enough, the next day, Pique called again. He took a deep breath and the first thing he said was, "Ronnie, this is Pique."
"I know." Cristiano laughed. "I could tell it was you who called last night. I haven't seen you for a while, so why are you even more irritable than before? You hung up on me before I even finished talking."
Pique was stunned when he heard this, then he whispered with some grievance and embarrassment: "Did you hear that? I thought you had forgotten me. Then why didn't you call back?"
"Because I'm sleepy, Gerrard," Cristiano stated the matter of fact.
Pique touched his nose: "Oh... sorry Ronnie... but why did you go to Real Madrid!? Why not come to Barcelona? We will win several championships together!"
"Aren't you happy that we are back in the same league now?" Cristiano asked back. Cristiano was able to deal with the young Gerard Pique with ease.
"…This is different." Pique muttered.
"But I'm very happy. Maybe we will meet on the court soon, are you ready?" Cristiano curled his lips.
Pique listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. He paused and actually felt a little eager to try it out from the bottom of his heart, as if this was indeed a good idea.
"Of course!" he said.
"That's good. Don't cry if you lose." Cristiano said this with a smile, and then said a few more words before hanging up the phone.
Kaka looked at Cristiano and raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"
"To comfort a child." Cristiano lazily rested his head on his lover's lap, "Gerrard."
"The one from Barcelona?"
"Hmm." Cristiano made a nasal sound and laughed, "You should have seen it at the last Ballon d'Or."
Kaka did have an impression of the young man who pushed him away like a bear. He twitched his lips, even though that man was a little different from the man in his impression who always wore suits and who came up with many new things in La Liga matches after retirement - childish and reckless.
"Young Gerrard, wow, is indeed much cuter than when he grows up." Cristiano commented in a mature manner.
Kaka pinched Cristiano's face and said, "Don't easily judge a man as cute, my dear Chris."
"Hmm?" Cristiano grinned as his lover pressed on. "Why? Figo and Keane often say that - of course, I'm sure some people grit their teeth a little."
—Usually after he's pulled a successful prank.
"My national team teammates always say that I look like a strawberry. I don't think that's a big deal. These words are not derogatory to men," Cristiano explained patiently. "It means I'm very attractive, just like a fruit that everyone wants to take a bite of. Well, the sweetest strawberry."
Kaka choked and looked down at the Portuguese man who was resting his head on his legs. The Portuguese man's eyes were shining with happiness and complacency. Kaka couldn't help but lower his head and kiss him.
It was correct and pertinent, and he demonstrated it through action.
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