Chapter 35
The treatment kit worked as expected, and Cristiano felt no pain the next day.
Although he cannot train in the club, he still has a virtual space. There is a training ground in the latest venue unlocked by the system. Cristiano conducts private training in this virtual space.
The training ground provided by the system is not just a venue, it even matches sparring athlete NPCs and professional coaches.
As a host user, Cristiano can also adjust the special abilities of these NPCs according to his own needs in order to achieve the effect of improving himself in all aspects.
When Cristiano used this training ground function for the first time, he felt like he had won the jackpot and that God had really been a good person.
Unfortunately, the training ground has its own independent time limit for use, which is only one hour, otherwise Cristiano would be willing to stay here forever.
The physical condition and status of all "NPCs" are digitized, and naturally, Cristiano also has his own data report.
He can clearly see the transformation and improvement in his physical fitness - the physiotherapy room strengthens his body and heals potential injuries, while the training ground efficiently and specifically hones his technique, awareness, and ball sense.
In his previous life, Cristiano Ronaldo had been training himself with the world's most stringent self-discipline program. His physical functions had reached the peak in almost every sense, not to mention those things related to experience and training.
Therefore, even with the assistance of the system, it is impossible for Cristiano to surpass anything in a short period of time, but he has seen the future. As long as there is enough time, he will surpass the achievements he made in his previous life.
The same goes for Kaka.
Compared to Cristiano, Kaka has been away from the court for too long, but correspondingly, his return and improved condition are more obvious, and his Milan teammates and head coach Ancelotti feel this most deeply.
When Cristiano entered Manchester United in this life, his soul had already become the King of the Bernabeu who resounded throughout the Champions League and won various records. In the eyes of his teammates, Sir Alex Ferguson, and fans all over the world, he was like a demon general who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Kaka was a transformation that everyone could see.
The prince of San Siro was the focus of everyone's attention when he first arrived in the Apennines, and now, AC Milan fans are about to witness a magical night of coronation glory.
Istanbul's evening breeze will blow this night into the dreams of every passerby who tosses and turns and cannot fall asleep.
"How does it feel?"
Tomorrow night is the game. Kaka answered the call from his lover. The question on the phone made him take a deep breath. He felt a sense of relief because of the other party's voice, and then he smiled in return, "You know, it's just like the feeling you had before the European Cup final."
"But I had you with me the night before." There was a subtle hint in Cristiano's voice.
Kaka heard something wrong in Cristiano's tone and knew that Cristiano was still upset about not being able to come.
Chris thought it was unfair, but God knew he really didn't mind it. He didn't mind who gave more - in fact, he was more inclined to give. When he saw the boy was surprised and happy because of what he had done, he felt sincerely satisfied, as if his soul was filled and his heart was beating warmly. That was the meaning of it.
"Cris, there is no need to compare. I know your heart is with me, and that's enough. As for meeting, we can go into the space together for three hours, which is the same." Kaka said in a gentle voice.
Cristiano paused when he heard this. Indeed, in a sense, the existence of the system made his surprise somewhat unnecessary.
He stood in front of Kaka's hotel room, and through a door, he curled his lips where Kaka couldn't see and muttered in a low voice: "Really? So if I were in Istanbul..."
"What?" Kaka suddenly interrupted Cristiano. He knew Cristiano. If Cristiano was not here, the other party would never say that.
No wonder Costa refused to be his roommate so strangely and hesitantly today, and even went to the captain to change rooms.
When Kaka thought about Cristiano privately going to his national team teammates to arrange all this, he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. He quickly walked to the balcony and looked out, but didn't see any shadow.
His tone became hurried, with a hint of anticipation and joyful surprise: "Where are you? Cris? You are here? God...is this true?"
Cristiano successfully caught his lover's inconsistency. He grinned, licked his fangs proudly and reservedly like a little lion who had successfully caught its prey for the first time, and said, "Now go to the door of your hotel room and open it."
After Cristiano finished speaking, he heard a distinct gasp from the other end of the phone, as well as a chair being knocked away and making a "hissing" noise on the floor. He couldn't help but smile even more proudly.
Oh, Kaka, his poor boyfriend, he must miss him so much, but he has to pretend to be considerate and indifferent.
Cristiano thought to himself.
The door was suddenly opened, and a white wall-like obstacle suddenly appeared in front of him. The next second he realized that this was not a damn wall. He was embraced in an embrace, even at the door.
Cristiano opened his eyes slightly, and then had to quickly open the door with his heels and squeeze himself into Kaka's room.
He thought that he might be the one who would be so impulsive as to forget the environment, but he didn't expect that this would happen to Kaka.
Cristiano couldn't help laughing and buried his face completely in his lover's white shirt. He liked it this way. He took a deep breath and the scent of Kaka's refreshing shower gel filled him. This was his comfort zone.
"Do you like this surprise?" Cristiano raised his eyes and grinned with a particularly proud look on his face. He raised his chin towards Kaka, his eyes and brows showing ostentatious joy and eagerness.
Kaka replaced this answer with an eager, not gentle but extremely passionate and strong kiss.
Cristiano narrowed his eyes slightly and opened his mouth to respond to his lover's fluctuating emotions. He tried to regain some initiative and wanted to comfort his lover with a kiss, but found that he could not take any control at all.
He even had to adjust his breathing according to the rhythm given by his lover. His upper palate was tickled by the licking and kissing, and the root of his tongue was slightly stinging but also brought a hint of indescribable pleasure. Cristiano made a subtle nasal sound, and he felt his lips were about to be sucked red and swollen.
The slight sound made by Cristiano seemed to wake Kaka up. He quickly loosened the entangled kiss, lowered his eyes and stared at his boy, muttering: "Cris... God... you are really here..."
He stretched out his fingers, and gently pressed his white, bony fingers on Cristiano's lower lip, which had been sucked red. He used a little force to press the soft lip slightly, but his eyes did not move away at all, and he was focused as if he was looking at some treasure.
Cristiano felt that he really could not bear such a sight. There seemed to be an abyss of black in his lover's eyes, and at the bottom of the pool there was an astonishingly hot flame, which seemed to burn him, both of them, completely to ashes.
And he realized that he would.
He thought it was okay even if it burned to ashes.
Cristiano licked his lover's finger with the tip of his tongue, smiled and said vaguely: "God doesn't want to be called by you at this time. If you put them together, I will think you are calling me."
He is not a devout follower of God and will make fun of anyone, but he quickly adds: "It's just a joke. God won't blame me."
After Cristiano finished speaking, he quickly made the sign of the cross on his chest - he was indeed not pious enough, but for Kaka's sake.
Kaka smiled, coughed lightly, and loosened the fingers that were pressing on the boy's lips, but he did not distance themselves from each other. He just lowered his head and pressed it against his lover's forehead, gently and slowly adjusting his breathing and the desire under his body.
He didn't tell Cristiano that when the other party said this, the first thing that came to his mind was to agree. His Cristiano was his, above all else.
Cristiano didn't make any extra movements. He just stood there quietly and motionlessly, letting his lover hold him while they both calmed down.
I don’t know how long it took, but Kaka slowly leaned down and put his head on his chest, like a snuggler, revealing a hint of weakness.
Cristiano put his arms around Kaka and bent down to kiss his older lover's heart: "You are my champion, Kaka."
"I'm going to tell you where my seat will be tomorrow. I want your goal as a gift, just like the one I gave you, okay?" Cristiano didn't wait for his lover's reply and continued speaking.
He held Kaka's face gently but firmly, looked into her eyes, and then kissed her close to the corner of her eye.
“You’re the best.”
Kaka took a deep breath and smiled: "You are the best too."
"Ha, there's no need to compete between us." Cristiano grinned.
He sat down on the bed, but quickly jumped up again, "I have to take a shower. I'm so dirty."
Kaka couldn't help laughing when he saw Cristiano rushing straight into the bathroom without even taking a change of clothes.
He took a clean bathrobe from the closet in the room and stood at the door of the bathroom until Cristiano's vague voice with the sound of water came from inside.
"Kaka? Um, I forgot to take my clothes..."
Kaka curled the corners of his mouth and walked into the bathroom with a bathrobe: "I'll bring it in for you and put it here."
Cristiano heard the noise and moved the shower door. The foam hit his hair and eyes. He opened half of his eyes and washed away the white bubbles while looking for the clothes Kaka put in: "Okay, I got it."
Kaka's eyes fell on Cristiano's body, but he quickly looked away, warning himself that it was not the right time.
But the deep image he had just glimpsed still remained in his mind - a tight waist without any excess fat, full and strong thighs, distinct and clear muscle texture, and slender calves that seemed as if if he squeezed hard, a red mark would be left, just like the one above.
Kaka paused, then he held up the shower door that Chris was about to close.
"Kaka?"
Cristiano was stunned for a moment, looked up in confusion, wiped his face to wash off the foam on his face: "What's wrong?"
"...You wash first." Kaka looked away.
He was so overwhelmed by the surprise that he forgot how unreasonable it was for Cristiano to be here.
Cristiano should be preparing for the upcoming Premier League and FA Cup. With the frequency of the games, he has no time to run out. They have already reached a consensus on this.
Just now, he noticed that there was a blood scab on Cristiano's calf that had not faded, which was obviously the mark left by spikes.
He was completely connected.
Kaka returned the bathroom to Cristiano, who took out his phone and quickly checked the news about a recent Manchester United game.
Because of the upcoming final night, he had not paid attention to other events for several days, which made him miss the first-hand news about his lover's injury.
Cristiano was confused again, but he quickly solved himself, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and ran out. He jumped onto his lover's bed and got into the quilt. He only stuck his head out to look at Kaka: "I'm done. What did you want to say just now?"
He knew Kaka and knew that he would almost always disconnect from the Internet before all important games to avoid being disturbed, so he did not immediately react to the discovery of his injury.
"How long did Sir Ferguson give you on injury leave?" Kaka asked suddenly.
Cristiano: “…”
He opened his mouth and pinched his nose awkwardly. The next second when he met his lover's dark pupils, he immediately looked away and coughed lightly: "First of all, I have to explain that I didn't intend to hide it from you. I just planned to tell you after the game."
"Secondly, I used the treatment kit and I'm fully recovered now! It's just that I haven't been able to prove it to the team doctor and the club yet. You know how abnormal this recovery speed is." Cristiano added.
"Finally, how did you find out?" he wondered.
Kaka calmed down after hearing Cristiano's first explanation. Cristiano knew him very well and knew what he cared about. If you put yourself in his shoes, if he was injured, he would not want to tell Chris at this time.
He was silent for a few seconds, and during these few seconds, Cristiano had crawled out from under the quilt and came to his side.
Kaka had no way to deal with his lover who was born to act like a spoiled child. He grabbed the quilt and wrapped Chris, who had already taken off his bathrobe, in it: "The blood scab on your leg hasn't completely faded away yet."
"…It's just a little skin break!" Cristiano's eyes widened. "Do you have a sharp eye?"
The kick from the Everton defender made him bleed a little, but compared to other injuries, it was just a minor flesh wound, so shallow that it would almost scar in two days. He never expected that this would expose him.
Cristiano almost gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt and twisted his calf to see: "That's it?!"
"But at least from it, I got the information that you were forced to rest." Kaka pulled away Chris's hand that was twisting his calf, and pressed the quilt back obediently.
Cristiano almost succumbed to Kaka's control, and he obediently accepted being wrapped into a ball in the white sheet.
"Well, Mr. observant midfielder." Cristiano said, raising his voice and winking at Kaka, "But I'm fine now, and I got a small vacation unexpectedly. Don't let this little problem disrupt our date, okay?"
As he spoke the latter part, there was a subtle request in his tone, like he was being naughty or acting coquettish.
Kaka looked at the boy whose face was red from the steam. He finally curled his lips and asked, "Where is your viewing seat?"
Cristiano knew that this was a new chapter, so he quickly reported for his seat, then licked his fangs with a smile and said, "I'm looking forward to it."
Kaka thought to himself, but Mendes might not think so.
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