Chapter 85
Nesta stood at the door of the dormitory, hesitating whether to make a little noise to alert the two kissing fish.
Fortunately, Kaka noticed the situation at the door earlier. He blinked and his ears turned red quickly, but he said nothing and did not stop.
He simply placed his large palm against Cristiano's face, stroking Chris's face, pecking and kissing his brows, while blocking Nesta's sight with his body, and then closed the dormitory door with his heels.
But the force was not enough and it only closed most of the way. But it was obvious that he didn't pay any attention to the door.
Nesta looked at the half-closed door in front of him, paused for a second, then touched his nose, slowly pulled the door handle, and closed the door completely for their little prince.
Good job.
So you are this kind of Kaka.
Cristiano has always been a good kisser, not because he is so good at kissing, of course that is one thing, but more importantly, he is always focused and good at learning.
He hummed softly, tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes to pursue and claim the kiss that belonged to him.
Kaka chuckled and lowered his eyes. The way his lover pouted slightly was so adorable that it drove people crazy.
——Perhaps the key is that Chris always openly shows what he wants and what he gets, and even his requests are unconsciously granted, like a spoiled child, and Kaka misses this look.
He kissed her carefully and cherishingly, as if afraid of breaking her expression. He also tasted the sweetness of the fruit. It was the lip balm that Chris always liked to use.
Cristiano tasted the kiss, hummed with satisfaction, and wove his fingers into his lover's black hair, pulling it slightly. His lower back relaxed and fell softly into the other's palm.
He was placed on the low cabinet next to the TV. He looked down at the two suitcases lying on the ground. He couldn't help but laugh and stretched his legs to hook the handles of the suitcases: "Can't you be gentle with my suitcase? It's a new model I just bought."
"Okay Cris." Kaka smiled. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of the boy's nose apologetically, then squatted down and untied Cristiano's sneakers.
Cristiano's ankle was held tightly again. He couldn't help but shrink back. Athletes' ankles are always particularly important and fragile. He was not used to having his ankles held by anyone other than himself. He couldn't help but mutter, "I can do it myself."
"Why?" Kaka squatted and looked up at Cristiano. He had a smile on his face, and his slender white fingers were locking his ankle in his palm.
Too thin, he thought to himself. Cristiano was wearing white socks this time, which were less visually impactful than the black long socks he wore in the last game. But when he put his palm over them, he could still feel how thin and fragile these ankles were.
Kaka's eyes darkened a little, but he still had a gentle smile that made people feel relaxed, harmless and safe.
"Ah? There's no reason, I'm just not used to it." Cristiano laughed, but when he saw Kaka still holding his ankle, he had to relax his tense muscles and let the other party hold it, untie his shoelaces one by one, and take off his shoes and socks.
Kaka only thought of Chris's teammate, thinking of the other party holding Cristiano's ankle, the pair of clear white hands pressed against the black socks, completely grasping the ankle.
Even though he knew that this didn't mean anything, he still couldn't help feeling jealous. This was his place.
But he knew he couldn't keep Chris from these intimate contacts, and he also knew that his boy loved them, loved the physical touch, loved the friendship and recognition that came with affection, like being carefully immersed in a honey pot and a greenhouse.
Kaka felt that Cristiano deserved all this, and although he couldn't stop his jealousy, he wanted to protect Cristiano more.
He had seen too many cold and sharp Cristiano's, but the Cristiano in front of him was someone he had only seen in some video footage.
He had kissed the woman who smiled brightly on the cold screen countless times, and he sincerely hoped that he could have met her earlier.
And now, he is full of gratitude to have such a Cristiano, who is even better than he expected.
His palm was holding the boy's foot, which was insured for a million euros. On the instep of his foot, which was obviously whiter in color, there was still a scar that had not faded away in time. The scar was half the length of a thumb and was light brown in color.
Cristiano did not use the treatment kit given by the system. Treatment kits are not distributed so easily, especially the frequency of distribution has been getting lower and lower recently. He did not want to waste it on such flesh injuries.
He looked down at Kaka. Kaka had been holding the soles of his feet for too long. He moved his feet awkwardly and was about to jump back to the ground when he was stopped by Kaka.
"Is there a lot of blood?" Kaka asked, but his tone was more like a statement.
Cristiano touched the tip of his nose, and before he could answer, his instep was covered by something warm and soft. His scar was kissed gently, and his heart seemed to numb for a moment.
Cristiano took a deep breath, then quickly jumped down, his face flushed as he stepped on the slightly cool floor.
"Cris?" Kaka blinked. He stood up and brought the new slippers that he had prepared for Cristiano. "Don't stand on the floor barefoot. It's covered in dust."
Cristiano coughed lightly and stepped into his soft slippers. He pursed his lips and said, "Well, let me take a shower first!"
Kaka smiled and ruffled Cristiano's hair: "Okay, I'll give you some water. You should rest early today."
Cristiano raised his slender eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something, but he saw that his lover had already stood up and went to the bathroom.
He scratched the back of his head, he thought Kaka wanted to do something today.
"The soundproofing in our dormitory is very poor. Sometimes we can even hear the sound of the game consoles next door," said Kaka.
"……oh."
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Cristiano spent a pleasant three-day vacation in Milan. Except for some mental trauma left to Nesta on the first night, everything else went smoothly - of course, Cristiano was not even aware of Nesta's mental trauma.
During the training the next day, Kaka brought breakfast and snacks for his teammates with an apologetic look on his face.
Nesta took it silently and made a simple OK gesture.
"Why don't we have it?" Inzaghi and Gattuso came over, each put an arm around Nesta's neck, and looked at Kaka together.
Cafu came over and raised his eyebrows: "Don't bully the kids in our national team."
Nesta looked around at Inzaghi and Gattuso and said, "You don't want to be treated like this."
Kaka touched his nose and smiled shyly.
Nesta: “…”
Never again would he be fooled by such deceptive appearances.
Inzaghi and Gattuso looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Nesta and Kaka were talking about.
Cristiano also has an important itinerary during his visit to Italy - the Italian Cup final.
The Italian Cup final was scheduled to be held on a neutral field. AC Milan's main players flew to the venue a day in advance and did some usual warm-up and training on the field where they would play the game the next day.
Ancelotti was somewhat familiar with the little Portuguese who was used to coming to watch the game. He had an indescribable affection for Cristiano. This time he also brought Chris on the plane with him - the "extra main force".
Ancenotti thought happily in his heart how depressed Ferguson, the old machine-gun man, must be because he couldn't point his gun accurately.
Reporters who had been waiting to learn that Cristiano Ronaldo was coming to Italy for vacation were extremely disappointed.
They never expected that the private itinerary of this young Manchester United star who became famous at a young age would be so boring. They thought that he would at least have some romantic exchanges with some beautiful Italian blondes. What was the result?
Cristiano seemed to be here to inspect the AC Milan team.
Of course, they can speculate that Ronaldo intends to join AC Milan in this winter window?
But seriously, this news has been circulating almost every winter and summer transfer window, and people are already tired of it!
Besides, everyone knows that AC Milan has no money to buy Cristiano, and it is even difficult to continue paying the high salary of Brazilian golden boy Kaka next season.
No one will believe it.
Looking at Cristiano's itinerary, he almost always roams the streets of Italy alone.
He looked like a typical traveler, with a camera hanging around his neck, a backpack on his back, and the standard equipment of a baseball cap and sunglasses.
Once, even the paparazzi were caught by Cristiano.
——It happened that the new recruit was squatting beside a car to replace the new film, and he heard several shutter sounds ringing in his ears. He thought that some big news suddenly happened around him, so he quickly looked over, and saw that his target person was holding a light camera and smiling at him, and then there were two more "click" sounds of shutter.
“…”
Cristiano grinned at the other man maliciously, then walked away, humming a song in a good mood.
The paparazzi couldn't capture any explosive gossip, but they did take a lot of random street photos. After get off work, they sat in a bar with a few colleagues to exchange experiences.
“You took pretty good pictures.”
"Just a random shot. But seriously, didn't anyone teach him how to dress? I really don't want to see him wearing skinny pants again."
"Those gym shorts looked great yesterday."
"Hey, is his agent willing to pay for these photos?"
"With such a beautiful street scene, composition and model, if there is another beautiful woman around, the value of this photo will be increased by two zeros."
“…”
On the fifth day, the paparazzi suddenly became excited and finally captured some of Cristiano's private schedule, including the boy and three ordinary people eating at a table.
- Simeone, Bosco and Di Gan also came to watch the game. The family arrived in the city the night before, and Cristiano had a sumptuous dinner with them - but Kaka had to participate in the main training and did not join them.
Originally Simeone was a little worried that there would be some language problems after arriving here, and it would always be difficult for Kaka to be with them.
They had been to Milan once, and to be honest, the memory of that time was not very happy. When Kaka was there, they could not avoid all kinds of cameras, and when Kaka was not there, it was difficult for them to communicate simply in this country, and even the simplest ordering and payment became an extremely troublesome thing.
But this time it was different, Cristiano took them for a night, and they first enjoyed an incredibly wonderful dinner.
To Simeone's surprise, the young boy could actually order and communicate in fluent Italian, and was familiar with authentic Italian cuisine as if he were familiar with his own hometown.
You know, the last time they went to Milan, what they ate the most was Milan's Brazilian barbecue.
There were many paparazzi lurking around Cristiano. Even when they were eating, there were blatant paparazzi at the table next to them.
Digan whispered "Cool", and Simeone and Bosco glared at him at the same time.
Cristiano waved to the waiter and said a few words in a low and rapid voice in Italian, his eyes casting towards the two journalists taking photos at the next table.
The waiter opened his eyes slightly, nodded and quickly agreed.
Soon, two journalists at the next table received a bottle of white wine and a message from Cristiano Ronaldo:
"After you take the pictures, let's enjoy dinner. The wine is yours, and I'll keep the quiet."
The two reporters blushed at the same time, put away their cameras, and silently poured the yellowish wine.
Simeone was surprised to find that the two reporters at the next table were no longer staring at them, nor were they pointing their annoying cameras at them all the time. She looked at Cristiano, and she knew that this must be related to what the boy had just said to the waiter.
Cristiano smiled and looked at the two reporters at the next table, who were also secretly looking at him.
When their eyes met unexpectedly, the two men almost dropped the knives and forks in their hands.
The two reporters quickly raised their glasses, trying to remain calm, and raised their glasses to Cristiano in a gentlemanly manner.
Cristiano nodded slightly. He kept the look of having finished his meal, with his hands on the table. He retracted his gaze and turned to look at Simeone and the others with a smile, patiently listening to the lady chattering about the delicious food of this restaurant.
He replied: "Yes, that's right. This restaurant is very famous and often packed. It is a popular place to meet some celebrities. I made a reservation in advance to get a seat."
"Chris baby, you are 'some celebrity' now." Simone laughed.
She looked at the boy in front of her, and she had to say that Cristiano's simple treatment was not only effective but also surprising. She never thought that one day she would experience the feeling of being protected on such a young boy.
She dared to say that if any young girl was lucky enough to experience such a gentleman's rescue, she would definitely plunge into love and ten wild horses could not pull her back.
Fortunately, her son is also good enough. Simeone thought to himself.
Cristiano smiled and nodded, admitting it without being modest. Then he winked at Di Gan who was looking at him with admiration and said, "Di Gan, do you need my autograph? This is the autograph of the future first, second and third best players in the world."
Digan nodded vigorously: "You know what? There are several of your fans in my school! Even more than that Ronaldo!"
Cristiano grinned.
The meal was very enjoyable, but no one noticed that an old man sitting behind Cristiano, wearing a basic gray T-shirt, looked at the other's back with interest after Cristiano stood up and left.
"George, are you looking at that boy?" asked a friend next to him.
"Hmm." The old man elegantly shook the clear wine in the glass. Although he was already seventy years old, he still looked energetic, capable and sharp. He smiled and said, "He himself is much more attractive than the text and picture files sent by his agent."
"Cristiano Ronaldo, he was not on my expected list of choices." The old man looked at his good friend and chief officer, "But now I have changed my mind. Please arrange it for me, my friend."
Friends were obviously very surprised, as Cristiano's style was very different from Giorgio Armani's. Giorgio Armani preferred minimalism and black, gray and white, but as far as they knew, this popular young star obviously preferred bright colors - all kinds of bright colors, pink, light yellow, green, it can be said that he accepted all bright colors.
"Sexiness is a kind of confidence, and conversely, confidence is also a kind of sexiness. It is both a mental state and a physical state. I think he reflects some of the things I want to pursue." The old man said, "And did you hear what he said to the waiter? Ha, he is very young, but he speaks like a king. I like him very much."
The friend shook his head in astonishment, laughed, and reminded: "That's really a high compliment, George. He's just a 20-year-old kid. He's really young. He's even just started playing."
"Yeah, it's just the beginning. Maybe I can make a fortune from this." The old man rarely showed his mischievous and cunning side. He drank the wine and tapped the wooden table with his fingers. "Let's make it a deal. Contact him and find a time when everyone is free."
"Okay George."
…
Cristiano's schedule of having dinner with a family of three who were obviously amateurs made the paparazzi excited. Whose family was he dining with? The relationship must be very close, could it be from the girlfriend's side?
Anyway, they were obviously not Cristiano's parents, but they looked strangely familiar.
It was not until a day later, when reporters saw Cristiano and his family again in the stands of the players' exclusive VIP box at the Italian Super Cup final, that they vaguely realized that this was clearly the family of their San Siro Prince Ricardo Leite! ! !
"Damn it, just disperse."
"I'm really impressed. When my friend read the news yesterday, he thought it was him and some lady's family who had a big affair... He even thought of the script - #Portugal's golden boy is getting married soon, the girl's parents are very satisfied after the inspection#..."
"How could I forget that he has a good brother in Milan?! Hey, at the age of 20, is it normal that he doesn't have a rumored girlfriend or a bar affair?"
"It's not like we haven't had it before. Have you forgotten? Didn't Kaka forget it too?"
"You are indeed a good brother."
"I have to send a message to my brother and tell him the bad news, hahahahahahaha"
“…”
The long-guns and short-cannons on the sidelines were madly aimed at the players on the field, but some of them still turned towards the stands.
Cristiano was sitting next to Simeone in the stands, and he was explaining the situation on the field to Simeone:
"This match is between AC Milan and Inter Milan, who are sworn enemies. It will definitely be an exciting one."
"Look at the sidelines, the security is at the highest level."
"Ohhh, Kaka got the ball!"
Cristiano suddenly leaned forward, grabbed the railing in front of him and stared nervously.
Maldini kicked the ball away and then passed it diagonally to Kaka in the midfield.
Kaka accelerated on the spot, his body moving like lightning, and directly devoured Inter Milan's defense!
The commentators on the sidelines were all holding their headphones tightly, holding the microphone and shouting: "Forty meters! Five seconds! Kaka, the son of the wind, once again demonstrated his terrifying running ability in front of us!"
"Kaka had a one-on-one chance! He shot! What a pity! The ball went wide of the goal post, just a little bit short!"
Kaka pursed his lips. Shevchenko ran up and ruffled his hair, covered his mouth with his hands, whispered a few words of comfort, and then ran away again.
The commentators on the sidelines were all talking loudly and explaining at the same time, and those in the broadcast room were also regretting this good opportunity. Cristiano took a deep breath and looked as upset as if he had lost the ball.
But soon, he adjusted his expression, turned his head and said to Simeone: "A one-on-one opportunity is an opportunity but also a pressure. Everyone can miss a one-on-one opportunity. This is just the beginning."
As if to verify Cristiano's words, Kaka quickly got the ball again after losing the goal.
Like most Brazilians, Kaka likes to control the ball at his feet, but unlike most Brazilians, his style of play is not flashy, but sharp and cool enough.
When he dribbled past the opposing defender with the ball, his speed did not slow down, but instead accelerated!
"Kaka sprints forward with big strides! Another chance!" Cristiano clenched his fists and cheered softly, as if he had already secured victory this time. "Look at his breakthrough, he's unstoppable. Inter Milan's defenders will have a headache."
Kaka broke into the penalty area and made a breakthrough and change of direction that was hard to defend. He dribbled past Inter Milan's goalkeeper and kicked the ball!
"It's a goal!" Cristiano jumped up, cheered, hugged Simeone and Bosco, and then stood at the place closest to the railing and clapped loudly.
AC Milan scored the first goal in the first half. Kaka ran to the sidelines, his eyes locked on the family seats. He pointed to the sky with both hands and smiled widely.
"Kaka ran to the family seats to celebrate! Sitting in the family seats today are Kaka's parents and brother... and Cristiano Ronaldo! Cristiano Ronaldo, the little demon from Manchester United in the Premier League!?"
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