Chapter 143 Relax?
Eggsy was so confused that he called his advisor immediately. He sent the wrong email, so his paper was not sent to his advisor. He had not noticed the professor's inquiry email because of the consecutive competitions, so he missed it.
"Oh, Eggsy..." Facing Eggsy, the old professor sighed in embarrassment: "But this test is over. Eggsy, all the results have been entered."
"You need to take this subject again," the old professor felt sorry for Eggsy, and then said, "With your grades, you can actually get a perfect score and apply for a scholarship."
Hearing this, Eggsy felt so regretful that his intestines turned green. He could only say that he understood and hung up the phone.
Although Eggsy was sitting in the last row of the bus when he made the call, Zidane in the first article already knew that Eggsy failed the test. Real Madrid not only passed the ball quickly, but also passed the message quickly.
After all, Eggsy didn't avoid other people when he was on the phone, and all his teammates looked at him with sympathy because he sent the wrong paper. Eggsy covered his face speechlessly, feeling that if his feet were not wearing shoes, he could probably dig out a three-bedroom apartment.
Fortunately, the bus arrived at the club quickly. Eggsy followed behind like a zombie, as if his soul had been sucked out. His teammates knew that he would not be in a good mood today, so they did not dare to interrupt. Only Ramos walked up to pull Eggsy.
"Hey, wanna sleep in my dorm tonight?"
It was only at this time that Eggsy remembered that he had not slept well for several nights because of the stalking, and Ramos usually liked to make fun of him, so today when he saw him like this, he came to call him, maybe he wanted to comfort him.
Eggsy thought about it and nodded. He was very depressed now, and finding someone to lean on would help him feel better. So Eggsy put his things in the dormitory and went to Ramos's dormitory. Eggsy knocked on the door a few times, opened it and poked his head out.
I found that Ramos' room was very clean, and there was Ramos' easel near the window with a half-finished painting on it.
Eggsy walked over and looked for a long time, and Ramos also came out, touched Eggsy's hair, and pinched his face.
"Aren't you unhappy today?"
Eggsy rolled his eyes, which clearly meant: You already know everything, why are you still asking?
"Although I want to tell you not to be sad, I may not even believe it myself." Then Ramos smiled at Eggsy and said, "I think you should take a rest now. No one can do a good job when they are tired."
Eggsy knew that Ramos would comfort him, but he didn't expect that the other party's suggestion to him was: have a good rest?
Eggsy couldn't keep up with Ramos' pace, but he really felt a little tired. The continuous uninterrupted games led to his own mistakes, which made Eggsy realize that no matter how cautious he was, it was useless.
"Okay, it's just a failure." Ramos looked at Eggsy, then smiled and said, "I just graduated from high school some time ago, you know?"
Eggsy turned his gaze towards the painting drawn by Ramos, looking at the smooth lines and brilliant colors, and said, "That's because you are not suitable for studying. You are suitable for art."
"But I didn't expect that I would make such a big mistake in a field that I am familiar with." Eggsy smiled bitterly, "I entered the wrong email address."
"I'm just mad at myself."
"You're just too tired." Ramos emphasized, "But you're right, I have artistic talent."
Ramos sensed Eggsy's collapse, so he hugged Eggsy and rubbed his hair and back. Then he smiled and said to Eggsy: "When I retire in the future, I will probably go back to make a movie and be an actor or something."
Eggsy smiled, but such a short smile could not hide his tiredness at all, and sat on Ramos' bed, watching Ramos painting with paint and brush. Although Eggsy was a little sleepy, he still didn't want to waste time sleeping.
At this moment, Eggsy remembered that there might be records of previous Real Madrid games on the Internet?
So Eggsy sat on Ramos' bed, holding his mobile phone and looking through the previous games. He also turned off all the sounds and watched all the game tactics and his teammates' offensive methods.
The more he looked at Eggsy, the more ashamed he felt. He felt that these homework should have been done before, instead of waiting until the start of the season and playing a few games before realizing his shortcomings.
Ramos was painting his own picture, but he noticed that Eggsy was too quiet, so he turned around and took a look.
"Didn't I tell you to rest?"
Eggsy raised the phone in his hand and said, "I'm resting. Didn't I stay still?"
Ramos was a little speechless after hearing what Eggsy said, so he leaned back on the bed and planned to watch the game Eggsy was watching. He said, "You are not resting, but you are still thinking about the game."
Ramos suddenly laughed, looked at Eggsy and said, "I have a good idea. There happens to be a game tomorrow, hahaha~"
After hearing what Ramos had said, Eggsy suddenly realized: "What? There's a game tomorrow? Why didn't I receive it..."
Halfway through his speech, Eggsy was stunned.
Ramos quickly ruffled Eggsy's hair and said, "Don't think too much. You will have a rest tomorrow. You have already played 4 games."
"Do you guys take a break after every three games?"
"Not really, but Zidane has his reasons for arranging this." Ramos spoke to Eggsy seriously: "Boy, you really need to rest, and I want to sleep now too."
After saying this, Ramos touched Eggsy's hair, rubbed his little face and said, "Tomorrow's game is not a strong team. I guess Modric and Kroos will take a rest like you. Um... I have to relax for you."
Although Eggsy didn't know what Ramos meant by relaxing, it didn't stop him from thinking about it. He wondered if Ramos would really do anything too strange.
Ramos looked at Eggsy's inquiring eyes, smiled, and urged: "Hurry up, take a shower, change into clean clothes, and rest early!"
"Got it, got it!" Eggsy was kicked off the bed by Ramos, and turned to go to his room to take a shower and bring clean clothes.
At the same time, Ramos did the same thing. When Eggsy came, Ramos had already made the bed in the room and thoughtfully prepared a big pillow for Eggsy.
“This is exactly like sleeping with my son.”
Ramos patted Eggsy's head, then made the bed and lay down. Eggsy also lay on the other side, but for some reason, maybe because too many things happened today, he couldn't fall asleep even though he was sleepy.
Ramos, who had already closed his eyes, turned over and gently patted Eggsy's back, humming a nursery rhyme he had never heard before. Eggsy finally couldn't help but fell asleep.
When falling asleep, Eggsy couldn't help but think that although Ramos was unreliable, he always made himself feel reliable, which was really magical.
However, the next day, Eggsy realized how big Ramos's imagination was. The funny thing was that Eggsy suddenly thought at that time that Ramos really had the temperament of an artist, and his logic in doing things was really jumpy and unpredictable.
Why?
Because now there are about 8 children in front of Eggsy, they are from the homes of Ramos, Modric, Ronaldo, Marcelo, Kroos and Benzema.
Yes, today Eggsy was promoted to the position of Real Madrid's logistics director, helping them take care of the children who were called to be caddies. Eggsy looked at the children running around, making a mess, playing with the ball, fighting, and shouting in groups of three or four, and couldn't help but doubt.
Is this what Ramos meant by "relaxation" last night? ? ?
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