Chapter 29
Cristiano stayed here overnight and was awakened by Inzaghi's knock on the door early the next morning.
"Kaka, please let me use the bathroom! Sheva takes so long to take a shower! I can't wait any longer!"
Cristiano was first woken up, muttering something in dissatisfaction in his sleep, and then he suddenly realized what was going on - he was still almost naked and sticking to his lover!
He jumped up like a rabbit and almost wanted to crawl directly into the sheets, but Kaka pressed him under him with a helpless look and hushed him softly.
Seeing this, Cristiano subconsciously remained quiet and even held his breath.
Outside the door.
"Kakakaka?" Inzaghi whispered, "You haven't woken up yet? God, you can sleep so well..."
"Kaka? God..." Inzaghi couldn't wait. He knocked on the door twice and immediately turned to look for someone else.
Cristiano relaxed only after hearing the noise outside the door go away. He almost suffocated himself: "I thought he was going to break in."
The door lock of their hotel was not the electronic version that would be popular in the next few years, and Cristiano suspected that he had forgotten to lock the door when he sneaked in last night.
Kaka laughed muffledly, and the lover in his arms' cheeks turned red due to holding his breath and nervousness, like a delicious strawberry, moist as if covered with morning dew. He lowered his head and kissed Chris' lips, blocking the other from saying anything else.
Cristiano opened his mouth slightly and swallowed the saliva that he didn't have time to swallow, but his eyes were more focused on the door of the hotel room. He couldn't help but grab Kaka's shoulders with both hands, and he was still wondering whether he had locked the door last night.
Perhaps even God couldn't stand Cristiano's distraction at the moment, and he soon choked on his own saliva and started coughing in pain.
Kaka cried out softly, and pulled Chris up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Chris was extremely embarrassed. He thought he was a good kisser, but he made a fool of himself with a morning kiss.
He coughed until his face turned red, and after he stopped, he lay down gasping for breath.
"Cris, you shouldn't be distracted when kissing." Kaka turned over and pressed on Chris, lowered his head and gently rubbed Chris's nose, which was also red due to the violent coughing, and reached out to wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes. He laughed softly and then said, "Honey, I locked the door after you fell asleep last night."
Cristiano widened his eyes slightly, and then looked at Kaka even more speechlessly. His lover knew exactly what he was worried about at the beginning, but maliciously did not say it out until now!
He looked at his lover who was laughing gloomily, and couldn't help but raise his foot to gently kick the other's calf.
Kaka held Chris's ankle, which was thinner than that of an ordinary man. To be honest, he was always worried that Chris's ankle would be injured by those malicious players. They looked too fragile. He smiled and pressed it under his strong and warm abdominal muscles: "Don't be naughty, Cris."
"It was obviously you." Cristiano muttered and rolled his eyes.
However, he did not withdraw his foot. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly in this posture, as if he had thought of how to "repay" her.
"No, Cris." Kaka was keenly aware of some of Cris's "competitiveness" pranks in advance. He held down Cristiano's foot and said in a hoarse voice, "Not now. I was wrong."
As he spoke, he whispered to Cristiano's ear, then quickly turned over and got off the bed. He only tied a towel around his waist and strode into the bathroom with his two long, straight legs naked, looking a little embarrassed and hurried.
Cristiano supported his upper body with his hands on the bed and raised his eyebrows slightly with some pride. Although he also felt something, he could guarantee that Kaka felt much more uncomfortable than him, so he won this round.
Given their absolute physical compatibility and attraction to each other, they had long ago come up with a convention - such as the frequency of doing certain things - to regulate themselves, and although it was a bit painful, it was still worth it.
Moreover, they can often gain some unusual happiness and satisfaction from it - a lover whose desire is aroused by them is enough to satisfy anyone's desire to conquer.
Cristiano rarely managed to turn the tables on this matter. He was humming a song in a good mood and they squeezed into the bathroom together, but Kaka was in the shower room while he brushed his teeth and washed up in front of the sink, then carefully shaved his newly grown blue stubble.
He doesn't like extra hair, not at all.
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The 1-1 draw between Manchester United and AC Milan in the first round was magnified with many "problems" in the British media reports.
It seems that the media has a natural tendency to find fault with Ronaldo.
If he dives to avoid being tackled, the report will definitely criticize him as a diving king and a vase who relies on the referee, but if he chooses to get up and continue to dribble the ball for a shooting opportunity but fails, then the report will become that he missed the opportunity because of his stubbornness.
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Mendes doesn't understand why Cristiano's football career, which has only been less than three years since he joined Manchester United, can be so "colorful".
Is it because the opponent, as a Portuguese, has surpassed the local winger star in the English local club?
This seems to make sense. No wonder the media always have a sense of pride and jealousy. Whether Cristiano scores or loses, he always catches the media's attention.
——To a certain extent, this also allowed the agent to grow at an astonishing speed.
Mendes was originally worried that his star player would lose his mentality because of this, but he didn't expect that when he was comforting him, Chris comforted him instead: "Jorge, you have to know that this is the treatment only superstars have. This proves that the media has a good vision. They affirmed me. Of course, I disdain to give them more eyes, so I need you to help me deal with these small problems."
Cristiano smiled brightly, not affected by the public opinion at all. The sparkling diamond earrings on his earlobes dazzled Mendes.
He remembered that this pair of earrings was also a point that the media liked to attack Cristiano - like a playboy, or like a homosexual.
Every time Mendes sees those toilet newspapers attacking Cristiano like this, he feels dizzy. God knows how low the tolerance for homosexuality is in this circle.
He wished he could persuade Chris to give up this shiny aesthetic, but he also knew that Cristiano had the right to act according to his own preferences, and as his agent, or even a friend, he should not interfere in this matter.
Mendes sighed and replied to Cristiano: "Yes, of course I will take care of these 'little problems' for you."
"By the way, there is a new social application software recently. I think you should register an account on it. I think it will be a good window for dialogue." Mendes remembered something and said to Cristiano, "I mean, as an individual, you can turn your fans into your influence, and then talk to your fans, the public, and some media."
This is the right to speak. Mendes knows that once one loses the right to speak, it is equivalent to being deprived of the right to breathe. A person can even be forced to disappear from the public eye, which was even more common before the 21st century.
He believes that given the highly aggressive physique Cristiano has shown in recent years, it is even more necessary for such a right to speak to be in the hands of the boy himself.
Mendes originally did not intend to explain the following reasons to Cristiano, but now he feels that Cristiano is more mature than the boy he originally thought, and has more opinions and vision of his own. They can communicate and achieve success with each other.
Upon hearing this, Cristiano quickly realized what the other party was referring to as social software. It would indeed create a hurricane in the future and bring in unexpected wealth.
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. It turned out that Mendes had already seen a glimpse of the future at this time.
He nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Jorge. I agree with you. See, I told you that you have the nose of a shark and that you’ll be the best agent in football.”
Mendes coughed lightly and blushed slightly for a few seconds, feeling a little uncomfortable.
You know, few people can calmly and shamelessly accept the praise from Cristiano.
"By the way, has Kaka registered too?" Cristiano asked.
"Of course, I'll have him sign up," Mendes responded.
Cristiano nodded, registered an account, obtained an official certification on the blue software, and published the first content:
@cristiano: [blue love] [blue love] live and loud
The accompanying picture was still from the match against Milan that had just ended two days ago. The picture showed the moment he scored the goal. Mendes looked at the content and felt there was nothing wrong with it.
Cristiano posted the photo with a smile. In fact, in the background of the photo there was Kaka's jersey, right behind him, so it could be considered a photo of the two of them in the same frame.
Kaka also released the first update.
@kaka: good day [hot smile]
The picture released together was also the one in which he shot the ball in the same game, and Cristiano's defensive figure can be clearly seen in the photo.
It is true that the two were very close at the time, and any photo of Kaka shooting taken by the media would inevitably include Manchester United's No. 7.
Mendes praised the tacit understanding between the two, as they both unexpectedly started with photos of goals scored in the same game, which was very appropriate.
He had no idea what Cristiano and Kaka had thought about when they carefully selected the photos.
By the time he realized it, his poor agent was stunned to find the first photo and screamed in horror: "You actually did it so early?!"
Of the two football superstars standing in front of him, one smiled ostentatiously, his amber eyes were as sweet as if they were soaked in a honey pot; the other smiled gently and elegantly, as if he was tolerant and loving to the world. But those who were familiar with him knew that he stood there straight, with a toughness that could not be ignored.
Mendes would realize how well-matched the two men in front of him were, but that didn't mean he could accept what a once-in-a-century dilemma he would be dealing with.
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