atypical star

Since the relationship was thoroughly determined, Mourinho moved in directly and generously.

"Jose?"

Mourinho, who was looking at his notebook with tactics and information, sighed, and turned to look at Apollyon: "Kid, tell me, what made you call me so many times in one day?"

The big golden retriever moved shyly but did not move slowly at all. He quickly came behind the Portuguese, put his shoulder on the other's shoulder to help the latter massage: "I just can't believe it."

He leaned over sticky and kissed the corner of Mourinho's mouth again: "I almost feel like I'm dreaming."

Mourinho rubbed his hair angrily and amusedly: "Then you can go on dreaming."

However, Mourinho is not immersed in his work all the time. He raised his head from the video tape, besides a cup of milk at the right temperature, his little golden retriever boyfriend didn't know where he went.

"Tonight?"

When he opened the door and walked out, he vaguely heard the voice of Apollon on the phone from the living room. Mourinho, who pays attention to privacy, did not try to eavesdrop on the content of Apollon’s chat. Hearing the movement of the Portuguese coming out, his eyes lit up.

Said in that honey-covered voice: "Maybe not, I want to accompany my boyfriend~"

Shroud on the other end of the phone was tired and crooked: "You fucking talk to me normally! What's wrong with having a boyfriend? Don't you play games if you have a boyfriend? I also have a dog! Huskies! You're so good! Also Just bite my keyboard!"

Apollon hangs up the phone inhumanely, and almost glides to Mourinho's side: "Jose, have you finished your work?"

The sudden outbreak brought the Premier League to a standstill, and gatherings of more than one person are strictly prohibited. In addition to training at home for Tottenham players, Mourinho also had video discussions with his assistants.

"I might have to go out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Mourinho pinched Apollyon's face, since he regained his second spring, he also feels that he feels particularly good about his little boyfriend: "Going to Tottenham's training ground to live broadcast online lessons to the players. "

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing: "When the time comes, Little Apple will obediently attend class at home."

Apollon moved his face close to Mourinho's dimples: "It's not safe to go out at this time, can't you teach them online at home?"

The little devil feels wronged: Can't you give me one-on-one tutoring?

Teacher Mourinho, I can be a poor student.

The Tottenham coach shook his head regretfully: "Tottenham has better live broadcast equipment."

ah this ah this...

The Golden Retriever secretly glanced at Mourinho one after another: "In fact, I also have the latest live broadcast equipment at home, which guarantees that the combination effect is the best in the world."

Oh, is it so? "The Portuguese smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Absolute, who was suddenly chilled, quickly took Mourinho's hand and walked to his baby room.

Mourinho stopped outside the room and recalled: "Isn't this the room you pretended to be drunk and didn't let me in?"

So he never took the initiative to mention it these days.

Like a husband who was found hiding money in his house, Apollyon rubbed his feet on the carpet: "There is no room you cannot enter."

He looked at Mourinho devoutly: "Everything about me belongs to you, and you have the right to open any door, even my heart."

The two sweet dimples on the cheeks of Mourinho, who was deliberately stern, had already risen: "Then I will go in and have a look now."

Apollon pushed open the door and made a gesture of reaching out: "Please come in."

The space in the room dedicated to live broadcast by Apollon is not small at all. Even if there are many live broadcast equipment, it still looks more than enough. He even introduced the function of each equipment attentively.

Mourinho looked around silently, and asked abruptly: "Are you doing live broadcast?"

"Uh," Apollon boldly poked his head to look into Mourinho's eyes, "Can I not say it?"

"that's not allowed."

God!Apollon cried out crazily in his heart!

Even if he said no, Mr. Coach's eyes seemed to be shining, as if the light of every star in the night was focused in his eyes.

"It's the game live broadcast, on YouTube."

Apollon, who had already started his wife-slave tendency, shook himself off completely, and even wished to hand in his bank card salary card directly.

Mourinho confiscated the right to use this room with satisfaction. When he and his assistants gave online lessons to Tottenham players, the golden retriever could not even stay in this room.

Apollon, who was forced to video in the gym, was aggrieved after training and came to Mourinho aggrieved.

"Obviously we all live together."

The tight gray sweatshirt of the young man who sweated during the training was already soaked, perfectly outlining his strong and strong figure. Mourinho glanced at it inexplicably and was startled.

"Go take a shower." He stretched out his hand to push the man away, and it landed on Apollyon's strong chest, but was held down by the latter.

Apollon smiled slowly, but stared at Mourinho motionlessly: "I think since it is difficult to meet each other during the day, shouldn't we sleep in the same room at night?"

If Mourinho had been willing to take to the forums to answer a question about what it's like to have a young boyfriend, he would have said this:

Thank you, I am in London and my back hurts a bit.

He not only enjoys the lingering kisses of Apollyon, but sometimes feels that he will drown in the boundless love in Apollyon's eyes.

After the Premier League rematch, Tottenham's players have repeatedly wondered why the head coach always comes to extra training suddenly, but they don't know that it's all because a certain golden retriever teammate can still have fun on the bed after training to give their head coach a wrong impression.

【hateful!Today's training still hasn't exhausted Bad Apple's energy! 】

Squeeze Manchester United to the fourth place in the standings and win the Champions League qualification for next season for Tottenham. The FA Cup even successfully defeated the North London rival Arsenal in the final to win the championship.

Mourinho's first season at Tottenham can be regarded as a success, which made him more in the mood and energy to enjoy his summer vacation.

He took Apollon back to his hometown - Sebatur in Portugal for vacation, and he took the initiative to let the little golden retriever play games with him when he had nothing to do at night.

"PUBG?" Mourinho was noncommittal, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looked obedient and a bit like a college teacher.

However, some time after the game started, he politely asked: "May I swear once?"

Apparently it was the endless cheating players of the PUBG international server that pissed people off.

Apollun laughed loudly. He is also using his own new trumpet now. He originally wanted to start playing with his boyfriend from a novice level, but those cheating players also like to fry fish pond games here.

The real strength can even make him call this guy a cheater. Apollon avenged Mourinho mercilessly, and then used his tuba to team up with him for another round: "This number matches Basically, the opponents will not affect the game experience."

Mourinho didn't care either. After all, he just wanted to play with Apollyon and try things that could keep his little boyfriend's full attention.

In fact, when Apollon knew it, he would only say: Compared with the game, you are the territory I will always defend.

After adding each other's steam friends, Apollon directly invited Mourinho's account to form a team after going online.

Number 1 is himself: Apollyon

No. 2 is Mourinho's number: applefarmer

Wait a minute, when did a No. 3 shroud get mixed in?And 4th wadu?

The voices of these two bad friends have already bluffed.

"Whoa Apollyon, do you know how long you haven't been online?"

"Wadu Wadu!"

"Look, even Wadu said you haven't started a live broadcast for almost a month! It's too much!"

Apollun turned on the voice with a dark face: "When did you come in? Get out, I'm going to kick someone."

Shroud looked confused: "No, brother, row 4."

"Wadu!"

Just as Wadu only said the word "Wadu" during the live broadcast, and he is also a diehard fan of shroud, shroud, who is at the tenth level of frog language, replaced Wadu to protest against Apollyon's behavior.

"Let me see," shroud clicked on the strange No. 2's message, "Well, a newcomer, the data is bleak, are you here to play with me? How much is it for an hour, can I pay for the whole night?"

"Thinking that the number one sniper in North America can be bought by me to play with, happy!"

Apollon ignored him, and clicked the button to start the game: "It's my boyfriend, if you quarrel again, I will kick you out."

"...???!!!"

Shroud tried to save himself: "Well, I'm live broadcasting now, were you joking?"

live streaming?

Anyway, it’s not my side that’s broadcasting live. Apollon turned his head and glanced, and he didn’t care after making sure that Mourinho had no objection: “Seriously, boyfriend, the kind that you can go to for proof immediately after he agrees. .”

Hearing this, Mourinho just glared at him, what does it mean that he can immediately go to the evidence if he agrees.

Shroud didn't care, and even complained to the fans who were squatting in his live broadcast room, and the fans who waited for a long time among God A's fans and rushed to hear the news: "It can be seen that in reality, your male god It’s just a little licking dog.”

No one paid attention to him, because everyone was brushing:

[God A!please!Come back live!Waiting in line for rewards! 】

[Is it true that God A's shadow can only be seen in God S's live broadcast room now? 】

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery 】

After a few games, the fans were almost overwhelmed by the dog food on the screen.

"Do you want this gun? It has low recoil and doesn't need to be pressed."

"I'll give you the bullet, I'll give you the mirror, and I'll give you the medicine."

Shroud was almost cursing: "Isn't it bro, is it just like a dog if you leave the order? You dare to go up to the four people on the opposite side just to help Guonong No. 2?"

"I'll just give you the title of North America's No. [-] Assaulter, okay?"

"Sister-in-law, please persuade him, these few games are the most frightening games I have ever played in my life."

Face-to-face with the opposite side, quickly cut the gun and wiped out the first team by himself just to let No. 2 get out of the house safely, and frantically licked the bag next to the four corpses to bring it to No. 2 for use.

Human beings have different joys and sorrows, and Apollyon only thought this guy was noisy.

"How about a duo?"

Shroud's roar echoed faintly in his ears, but there were only two people standing in the room on the game interface.

The subsequent double row was more like two people wandering around on the island map to see the scenery, a good battle royale game was played as an outing, and the Blue Hole official cried faintly in the toilet.

Mourinho, who was a bit tired after playing all night, closed his laptop, and Apollyon took off his glasses and gently kissed his forehead: "Let's rest, it's a bit late."

The fresh sea breeze slowly drifted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the two people on the bed got closer to each other in peace of mind in their sleep.

From then on, I will fight in the north and south, and I will be surrounded by you.

The author has something to say:

Although I was forced to cut off the outline, it is essentially a sweet love story and it is finally over!Sprinkle flowers!

This is a side story that has been delayed for a long time, I hope you like it, and I will continue to write the CP article of Little Goose!

#Advance collection#

No matter the highlights or the setbacks, the Madridists follow Real Madrid to the death, don't be a coward. ?????? - Guti

Ares Bernabeu Pereira

The birth of the famous white knight is partly due to the love of the fans for the club, and partly because of this great stadium, the Bernabéu.

Once again in the semi-finals of the Champions League, Florentino couldn't bear it and called his coach to the office.

"I can give you one last chance."

"Use this player, he brings everything."

The proud Mourinho resisted being pushed around, but he loathed defeat even more.

Even if this is the last charge before the battleship sinks—the Portuguese thought to himself.

But just as the city of Troy sheltered by Ares will never fall, the god of war of this stadium has won it the eternal crown of victory——

He is a miracle, a victory, a god in Madrid.

Only white clothes can make the enemy's blood color more beautiful.

Ps:

1. Essentially the stadium itself

2. There will be other stadium anthropomorphisms in the text

3. The main attack has cp (undecided)