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Juan looked at people with a very complicated look.

Should he praise his sweetheart for not being carried away, for remembering this incident?

But looking at the bright eyes of Casillas now, it is obvious that he wants to use this to change the subject. Although he is a little unwilling, he still continues to talk about this topic according to the meaning of his sweetheart.

"Speaking of which, it's our fault that we weren't careful enough."

"Ah?" Casillas was taken aback. Didn't he mean that female reporter, why did it suddenly become their self-reflection?

"Yeah, it's our fault for not being careful enough." Juan's expression became serious. "It was against Arsenal, do you remember?"

Of course, Casillas will never forget that time. In those two days, his heart was almost tightened... At the same time, he also vowed that he would never experience such a feeling again in the future.

"After that game, I was going to attack those football hooligans and lock them up one by one, but I didn't have access to them, so I wanted to find their leaders and have a good talk with them. "

Speaking of this, Juan squeezed Casillas' hand—the other party had already clenched his fist, whether it was because of nervousness or wanting to punch him, Juan would never want him to abuse himself like this.

"That's when Crazy Jane Smith showed up," Juan said, taking a deep breath. "After all, she is a reporter, and she is very good at catching clues. At that time, neither of us thought about how to cover it up..."

"You mean she knew about us?!" Casillas exclaimed in a low voice.

Juan nodded, with a serious expression on his face: "She knows, that's why she kidnapped me..."

"Why, is she homophobic?" Casillas' expression became ugly.

"It's fine if it's just like this," Juan smiled bitterly. "You know, she has an unusually crazy obsession with me, and she paranoidly believes that if I have tasted women, I will still like women..."

Casillas understood completely now, but it made him furious.

"Who gave her the confidence?!" The Spaniard was as angry as a young bull, but Juan comforted him with a wry smile: "I'm fine, she really didn't have time to do anything to me, and it's still my fault to hurt her jail..."

He was really embarrassed when he escaped, but thanks to himself, he still had a certain ability to protect himself, that is, there were two more strangulation marks on his hands, and then he completed his previous plan calmly.

The next thing Casillas knew-Juan Diaz returned to the public, with some ambiguous scars on his body, and kept silent in front of all the media.

At that time, everyone thought that he had suffered a huge psychological shock, and since then he suffered from misophobia, because after that, Juan even spoke nonsense to female reporters...

If you think about it now, Casillas understands.

It is true that there is part of the reason for the fear of women, but most of it may be that this person has some guilt in his heart?

Casillas felt angry at the thought that he actually felt guilty for the person who kidnapped him.

Is this really a joke? !

"She deserves to go to jail! Don't think about anything else. It was risky according to what you did at the time, but I can understand it, except for the guilt towards Smith!"

Casillas squeezed his arm with a serious expression: "You have been particularly soft-hearted towards women since before, but those who hurt you should not be included, no matter what their excuses are!"

After a pause, he sighed: "You said that you are usually such a smart person, why can't you turn a corner in this kind of thing?"

Finally, Juan couldn't help coughing lightly: "...you seem to be extraordinarily righteous today?"

"Of course I am confident. The person I have liked for 11 years has liked me for 13 years. What can I do wrong?" Casillas smiled happily. Juan was stunned for a while, and finally he could only shake his head. With a wry smile: "I knew this should be kept from you."

Casillas raised his eyebrows: "What did you just say?"

Juan shook his head immediately: "I mean, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier!"

The Spanish goalkeeper nodded in satisfaction: "Let's talk about something else, you have given me enough surprises and frights tonight."

"Since it's enough, do you need time to digest it?" The two most important things have been said, and Juan's expression has relaxed, and he can't help but tease again. "I didn't know your ability to accept was so good."

"...Juan Diaz, do you want to fight?" Casillas said in a low voice.

Juan raised his eyebrows. This was a love and killing scene that they often played in their adolescence. Generally speaking, Casillas' words represented the outbreak of a war between the two sides.

Similarly, before he could answer this time, Casillas rushed forward with eagerness to fight. The two rolled over on the bed, almost falling off the edge. It was Juan who turned the tide and stabilized the two of them. .

He couldn't help taking a breath, then raised his head, feeling a little weak: "Are you trying to crush me to death?"

Casillas, who was lying on him, was also panting, but he was already ready to get up. After hearing Juan's words, he immediately lay down again, and deliberately pressed twice. Juan groaned With a sound, he narrowed his eyes and immediately turned over again.

Casillas, who had been on guard against his move for a long time, immediately hugged him tightly. Caught off guard, the two of them rolled out of the bed together. Fortunately, there was a soft carpet under the bed. The two fell so badly.

Even if there was a carpet underneath, the expressions of the two people were not very good-looking. Obviously, it still hurt a little when they hit the ground, but the two people looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

No matter how mature their mental age is, the two of them are just 24-year-old youths now. In addition, the atmosphere in football is much cleaner than the outside world, and the two of them can still maintain their innocence.

"Okay, stop messing around... Hurry up and tell me the last thing you haven't told me, and I will sentence you as appropriate." Casillas smiled and pushed Juan, and Juan glanced lazily Glancing at him, she turned over and sat up.

"I told you two things just now. The first thing was that you didn't fall in love with me first, but you first fell in love with me."

Casillas blushed and nodded.

"Actually, the boss and the others should have noticed it too..." Juan tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally shook his head, "But I'm not sure, I've never confirmed it to them."

"The second thing is Jane Smith. I used her actions to get rid of those football hooligans and sent them to prison, but I accidentally implicated her... I know you want to say that she is not worth it Sympathy, but without my cooperation, do you think she would have caught me so easily?"

"..." Casillas pursed his lips, and the blood on his face slowly faded.

"In terms of counting, I also used him, so I plan to give priority to her when training reporters in La Coruña in the future... But I will never meet her." Juan said while observing the expression of his sweetheart in front of him. When he noticed that his expression had become bad, he hurriedly added the last sentence, which turned Casillas into a cloud again.

"As for the thing I haven't said, I mentioned it to you before..." Juan hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth, "About Fernando."

It was a matter of human life, and Casillas' expression became serious.

When Juan took a deep breath and was about to speak, Casillas suddenly stopped him.

"?"

The Spaniard took a deep breath, and facing his sweetheart's puzzled expression, he said with a sullen face, "I've been thinking about who is the most like the boss."

Juan was taken aback, the topic changed so quickly that he couldn't catch up: "You mean... Redondo?"

"Yes." Casillas nodded. "I always thought it was my illusion before, but now I'm sure, you are definitely the one who resembles Redondo the most."

Juan replied in astonishment: "I know, I am the most similar to him in terms of style of play."

"Not only the style of play, but also his own personality and dealing with people..." Casillas took a deep breath. He knew that what he said next was very subversive. Even before this moment, he never thought that he would Had such a crazy idea.

Juan Diaz and Fernando Redondo have similar personalities?

I'm afraid only those who are deceived by the appearance of the two of them will think so-they both have the same integrity, the same cold, elegant style of play, and the same rejection of others.

But after getting acquainted with him, Juan's little devil character can't be hidden at all, and Redondo himself is even more direct and soft-hearted. Only those who are familiar with him will know this contrast.

It's just that after Casillas thought about it for a while, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

——Although these two people are indeed like this in front of familiar people, but they still have a little similarity in their own troubles.

Paranoid.

That is to say, it is easy to get into a dead end.

In Eastern terms, it is the kind where the younger and younger generations are gods, and heaven and earth.

It is precisely because he realizes that Juan has such a character that Casillas will not consider Smith's future at all.

No one can help him change the decision he has made.