[Dream Green Field] Malicious

, after all, it is not his own thing.

As early as one or two years after the dream system was upgraded, Zhu Xu, who understood that he could not rely solely on the system, has been trying to play football entirely by his own efforts, and the system has also cooperated with it to continuously reduce his sense of presence.

But it is undeniable that Zhu Xu still relies heavily on the various medicines and recovery cards produced by the system.

This created the reputation of "Iron Man Zhu Xu", and it also made it more and more difficult for Zhu Xu to break the system.

The disappearing system is not so much a test for Zhu Xu, but rather a choice for Zhu Xu.

—a decision he should have made long ago.

Zhu Xu, who returned to school to study for a postgraduate degree, faced everything with a positive attitude, and his almost full perseverance allowed him to live a healthy and contented life.

And in the various attempts later, Zhu Xu discovered his own talent.

Relying on his previous life experience and savings in this life, relying on the contacts he had previously mastered and the super affinity that still exists, Zhu Xu quickly made his company bigger and stronger, and has been on a good road.

He is also strong without relying on the system.

He can stand at the same height as his former companions without cheating—although in different fields.

In a gathering with his companions, Zhu Xu was completely relieved.

Even if he is as confident and strong as Zhu Xu, he will actually feel inferior.

After all, unlike his friends, his "talent" was not born with him.

The 28-year-old Zhu Xu was curious that night, so he had an adventure.

The adventure is getting longer and longer, and it is extremely real, which is gratifying but also frightening-after all, his capital is not his own.

Skills can be learned by yourself, and physique can be practiced by yourself, but what about the ball feel?What about consciousness?These can indeed be improved through exercise, but the initial base is determined by something called "talent".

Zhu Xu's talent is not focused on football, it is the dream system that forcibly improved his talent in this area-this is like a bug in the game.

So the more he loves football, the more he confides with his friends, and the more he faces up to his identity, the more he feels guilty and inferior.

If you get it by relying on foreign things, you will always worry that you will lose it one day.

What's more, he has been in a coma for half a year before, who knows when the next "mutation" will happen and what it will be like?

Of course, Zhu Xu, who is optimistic by nature and nearly full of perseverance, will not worry all the time, but his inferiority complex and worry, as well as the guilt caused by the perceived injustice, have finally taken root in his heart.

The system is a bit like the purest drug, knowing that it is harmful, but you can't leave it.

Fortunately he came out.

Even if he has to leave the football he loves—yes, Zhu Xu has long loved the black and white elves—he has no regrets.

There are many ways to love. Even if he can't play in the professional field, he can play by himself.

Now Zhu Xu has personally chiseled away the anxiety and low self-esteem of the past, and relying on his own achievements, he can live with peace of mind and become more proud.

But I appreciate you, System.

Zhu Xu muttered silently.

If it wasn't for the owner of the dream shop to hand you over to me, I wouldn't regain the courage to pursue my dreams—then when I leave you, I will really be useless.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet so many good friends, fall in love with the most glamorous sport in the world, and meet so many lovely people.

The faces of former teammates, friends, and "fathers" flashed in memory, and the figures of carnival, crying, shouting, cursing fans and amiable, disdainful, hidden front reporters also flashed. The ball on the lawn, lying in the middle, attracts all the attention.

You have been guiding me and giving me opportunities to grow.

Even if you disappear in the end, you still give me the capital to fight again.

In fact, I have long regarded you as a friend and a companion.

He thought of the more user-friendly system after the upgrade, and couldn't help smiling.

That's why Zhu Xu said he was lucky.

Zhu Xu who has had more than one opportunity, Zhu Xu who has flourished in different fields, how can he be unlucky when he has got rid of his demons and has such an outstanding child?

but………..

"I sometimes envy Xiaoxi..."

Zhu Xu could only admire such an outstanding talent.

He seemed to understand the feelings of those old players who saw him back then.

But he is different from me.

Images of Zhu Xi training hard, constantly enriching himself after training, making friends well, and being extremely filial flashed before Zhu Xu's eyes.

He is my treasure, my pride.

六

"I'm getting more and more curious..."

Zhu Xi closed his eyes slightly, and the "System Log" was suspended in mid-air. Even the faint white light was extremely vivid in the dark room.

"Are you..."

He reached out and caught the booklet that landed in his palm.

Its origin is a mystery, like some kind of magical creation, but also like the "System Log" produced by the shore of technology that humans cannot reach now.

Appearing in your own basement is like a secret that has been forgotten and discarded for a long time.

...more like waiting for someone to take it away.

Ah.

Who are you waiting for?

alone?

Zhu Xi shook her head.

"It's not me you're looking for, but your father."

It's obviously just my own guess, but to this young man who is still young or even immature, this sentence carries undoubted affirmation.

"What you care about is not Zhu Xi, but Zhu Xu."

If he hadn't been watching Zhu Xu all the time, how could the other party have been able to accurately pick out the point that is most suitable for him to "participate" and least affect Zhu Xu in so much time?

If you don't care about Zhu Xu, what can explain the other party's understanding of Zhu Xu?Those feelings that even those who are close to them may not be clear, this "System Log" is even clearer than Zhu Xi.

If it wasn't because of his father, this powerful being who can play his own tricks in the hands of time, why would he sleep in the dark and closed basement?

Zhu Xi turned on the bedside lamp.

The booklet in his palm trembled slightly, as if agreeing with his own words, or as if denying his own words.

"But no matter why you came to me, I'm still very grateful to you."

You must be close to me because I am Zhu Xu's son, but I still thank you.

His eyes penetrated the book, heading straight to the center of the earth, and went deeper.

"Thank you for allowing me to meet the truest father I have never known."

Zhu Xi thought of the past he had arrived in, even if it wasn't for a long time, it was enough for him to see so many different fathers.

Of course, his father is real in front of him—whether it is persuasive teaching or unprincipled pampering, whether it is softness most of the time or toughness that rarely appears, whether it is laughter, embarrassment or anger, it is undeniable that It must have been an outpouring of undisguised emotion from a person.

But that was not the same as what he had seen.

Or not all the same.

Zhu Xi saw his father, who was in the same age group as himself, in high spirits, high-spirited, as dazzling as the scorching sun.

At that time, Zhu Xu was still the prince of the Bernabeu, the darling of the media and the fans.

In front of Real Madrid's teammates, Zhu Xu can wantonly ask for gifts and cover-ups, he can be shameless, shameless or weak; he also repays his teammates with sincerity.

That was Zhu Xu who Zhu Xi was not familiar with.

When Zhu Xu woke up from the coma, Zhu Xi saw another Zhu Xu.

The emperor on the field, the belief of the fans - at that time, Zhu Xu used his strength to overcome the difficulties and faced the attack with a smile.

In the scene after Zhu Xu's team won the championship, Zhu Xi stood in the crowd and looked up at his father; in the charity game Zhu Xu participated in, Zhu Xi, who was mixed with the staff, hung up his work card to watch him run on the field; In Xu's daily life, Zhu Xi is the blurry silhouette in the media photos.

He passed all the splendor of his father, in a hurry; he grasped all the glory that passed away, and felt vicissitudes - because he also saw all the sorrow, loss and sorrow of the other party.

Zhu Xu who was questioned by the fans while recuperating, Zhu Xu who was slandered by the media, Zhu Xu who was confused... These are just like the bright days, but for Zhu Xi, it is just a short moment-it cannot be longer up.

But Zhu Xi knew that it belonged to his father.

Everything before he lost it all.

After the famous car accident, his father recovered, and then he retired and went to further studies until he reached the peak in another field.

It's like a book, a book called "Zhu Xu".

Every climax and trough has a bookmark - oh, that's not necessarily the case, maybe there will be a bookmark in a corner that doesn't attract outsiders very much - and Zhu Xi, holding the bookmark in his hand, was lucky enough to watch some of the books near the bookmark. content opportunities.

The diary allows Zhu Xi to see Zhu Xu before "Zhu Xi" appeared in Zhu Xu's life, and Zhu Xu who was not in front of "Zhu Xi".

That was a person that Zhu Xi could hardly describe with his imagination, and he was the father he could not meet just by being a "son".

But, "What is your purpose?"

Zhu Xi spoke slowly, clearly, and firmly.

His tone was curious, as if he just had a simple question, and he just mentioned it casually, and it didn't matter much if he didn't get an answer.

"You showed me too much."

This time, he was a little careless.

Because he remembered something the other person had shown him—something he swore he didn't want to know that much.

About Father and Uncle Mesut.

Bystanders often see best.

So Zhu Xi, who was really an "outsider", easily found that Mesut Ozil liked Zhu Xu.

It may have started more than 20 years ago, before I was born.

But Zhu Xu did not accept him.

Of course he didn't accept it, otherwise how could he have only one father now?

Zhu Xi snapped off his little finger.

In fact, they almost got together.

If……… If it wasn’t for that car accident.

Zhu Xi felt that he could completely understand Zhu Xu's thoughts.

Under the pain of the sudden fall, and under the uncertain situation ahead, it was normal for the father who had just discovered something to choose to refuse.

Zhu Xu has always been unwilling to drag anyone down—he would not want Mesut's career to be hit and he would be helpless.What's more...Zhu Xu's pride would not allow him to start an important relationship under such embarrassing circumstances.

Later, he appeared by himself, and this matter has been dragged on... until now.

This really saves him from wondering "why sometimes the atmosphere between Uncle Mesut and his father is weird", but God knows that Zhu Xi would rather this doubt last for a while.

After all... this is too exciting.

It also made him even more confused about what the diary was trying to do.

"Isn't that what you want to know?"

The log, which had been silent for a long time, finally spoke out.

As always, the cold voice does not contain the slightest emotion.

"Of course, I don't want nothing."

It added another sentence before Zhu Xi rebutted with more words.

"what would you like?"

Without surprise or fear, Zhu Xi asked quickly.

He has been waiting for this day.

There will be no pies in the sky, and there is nothing to gain without paying.

I can travel through time and space when I harvest adventures, and my secret desires can be satisfied. How can I expect that all this will not cost anything?

I just don't know how heavy the price will be.

"Would you like to be my host?"

"………..What?"

Zhu Xi didn't quite understand the situation.

"I can help you - more speed, stronger physique, better awareness, better technique, fewer injuries...you will stand taller than your father, walk further than him Far."

"As long as you accept me and complete the tasks I issued - such as 'get the XX championship', 'score OO goals' and so on."

"No, I don't need to."

Almost as soon as the other party finished speaking, the words of rejection were uttered without going through Zhu Xi's brain.

"I can surpass my father by my own efforts, rather than relying on illusory external forces."

Facing the diary floating in the air again, Zhu Xi said, "I don't want to be controlled by you. You've said it so nicely, but who knows what kind of sex is contained in the pie in front of you?"

"Most importantly, I believe in myself."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it."

He said this without any hesitation.

"OK then."

Zhu Xi held her breath and waited for other requests from the other party.

Could it be that you want your own blood?life?Or soul?

When Zhu Xi's thinking became more and more bizarre, the diary made a sound again.

"You are very similar to your father..."

"It's exactly the same."

The same persistence, perseverance, strength, justice, and reason.

And you're even better than him.

Zhu Xi didn't know what the diary in front of him was thinking, but he was already surprised.

——The mechanical sound of the tablet fluctuated just now!

With a little smile, kind of like... gratified?

Zhu Xi forced herself to forget about this horrific discovery.

"My father rejected you too?"

he asks.

"Yes."

He called me and I helped him.

But he was not addicted, let alone lost.

In the end, he made the same choice as you, and made it to the end.

Your father is the most successful host I have ever seen, a man who perfectly interprets the "dream"; moreover... a miracle that he can do well without the "system".

But it didn't reveal a single word of those words.

"You will achieve your dreams."

"System Log"—or it should be directly called the system now—finally left Zhu Xi with such a determined blessing that didn't seem like a blessing, and disappeared in midair.

Seven

Zhu Xi stared blankly at the direction where the diary disappeared.

No coercion, no coercion, no serious price... Is that all?

He looked around.

Nothing more, nothing less, like a dream without a trace.

"This is really..."

Zhu Xi bowed her head.

Perhaps, it was because of my refusal that nothing happened?

The other party's words before leaving were extremely clear at this moment.

It had said it, and the father had rejected it.

Probably it had followed its father for a long time, pestering his father so hard that he hoped his father would agree, but his father didn't agree to it even if he was seriously injured in the end?

Zhu Xi shuddered at the "bitterness and obsession" he imagined.

It's too hard to look at.

But... this is a good explanation why it knows "Zhu Xu" so well.

Zhu Xi nodded.

Well, I want to learn from my father, no matter how many times it tempts me, I will never agree!

Eight

Six years later.

It had been two days since the dreamy night, and Zhu Xu finally calmed down.

"Aren't you going to go out for a walk?"

"....."

Zhu Xi looked at his father with sad eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Zhu Xu didn't hold back, and laughed out loud, drawing his son's gaze even more resentful.

Yes, now that the World Cup has just ended, how dare Zhu Xi, the biggest contributor to helping the Chinese team win the World Cup, dare to go out rashly?

No matter how good the disguise is, it will still be seen through!

Zhu Xu smiled happily.

"pretty good."

It's really good.

The Chinese team won the Hercules Cup for the first time!

and……..

From today on, no one will see Zhu Xi anymore.

He did what Zhu Xu never did, he proved to the world that he was Zhu Xi, the unique Zhu Xi—even though in Zhu Xu's view, his son didn't need to prove anything at all.

Zhu Xu felt that he couldn't stop smiling.

"You are hope."

He looked at his son and said.

"what?"

"Dad, you spoke too softly, I didn't hear you clearly."

Zhu Xu suddenly didn't know what to say to his son.

Many years ago—well, not many years, in Brazil in 2014, Zhu Xu met a man.

The guy who played street football had a face very similar to that of the dream shop owner.

But looking at it now, that person actually looks like Zhu Xi, right?

Not only the face, but also the hair color and eye color are very similar.

Especially this expression.

The living room was well lit, so Zhu Xi, who was showing a puzzled expression to Zhu Xu in the sunlight, dazzled Zhu Xu for a while.

At that moment, the two faces crossed the long river of time and overlapped in Zhu Xu's eyes.

No, definitely not.

That Mr. Hope looks younger than Xiao Xi.

and……

It's been so long, if Hope lived to this day, he must be much older than Xiao Xi.

That's just a coincidence.

But remembering that meeting after so many years, Zhu Xu couldn't calm down.

He almost forgot the scene when they met that day, and he didn't quite remember what he said, but he still had a deep impression on that person's name.

Hope.

hope...

After that, I performed better and better, and finally left the system. I really hope.

Even now, it is not obtrusive.

Zhu Xi is also hopeful.

To bring to himself, to himself, to those long-awaited people.

a miracle.

He spoke nonchalantly to his son who was waiting for him.

"I said, you are pride, my pride."

Zhu Xu was very frank.

He just said something else, not a lie.

"..............."

Zhu Xi turned her head.

"Hey, Xiaoxi, you are blushing!"

Zhu Xu yelled as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Say, what are you talking about, Dad!"

"Speaking of which, when are you going to get the certificate with Uncle Mesut!"

"........."

"Hey, Dad, your face is also red!"

In the living room, chickens were flying around, Zhu Xu and Zhu Xi were chasing and fighting; and in the distant starry sky, the system in human form was smiling.

"Be with your family earlier, host."

"It's not in vain for me to lay the foundation for you in advance..."

He walked towards the galaxy.

"And your child really doesn't need me."

"He is taught by you, has his own choices, and has his own adventure."

He stretched out his hand and waved away the light curtain in front of him.

His host is light, and even though he doesn't know it, what he brings to others is hope.

The host's son is actually the same - but this kid, like his father, doesn't feel it at all.

His figure gradually became shallower, and finally assimilated into the entire universe.

You are the most beautiful stars I have ever met.

END

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2018年俄罗斯世界杯举办时间2018年6月8日至7月8日。

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#Silly Dad Zhu Xu#

#Father Control Zhu Xi#

Why did Zhu Xi blurt out the pseudonym "Hope"... The sound of Xi is the same as "xi", and hope means hope.

The system took Zhu Xi to look over, first to satisfy him and seduce him by the way, and second to assist Zhu Xu's love path.

Zhu Xu didn't treat Ozil as Zhu Xi thought, he would refuse mainly because of inferiority complex (of course he won't later, so they are together).Hidden CP is a pig's daughter-in-law pig.

And, the same sentence, if anyone sees this...don’t take off the vest, dear, it’s not easy for the author to raise a vest (in fact, this is equivalent to self-exposure to ORZ), if you recognize it If so, please make a fuss and let me know you, in the place where the vest is posted...Give the author a way to survive QAQ

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14. Archive - so far

一

Zhu Xu is back.

The whole of Madrid cheered, and the noble fans almost filled the entire airport.

Guti turned his sunglasses, and looked at the big names around him who specially greeted Zhu Xu without any trace.

His thoughts wandered around, thinking about the changes that would occur in the Real Madrid team when Zhu Xu came back, thinking about the future results for a while, and drifting to other places for a while.

Then he suddenly realized that, many years ago, he had bid farewell to Redondo here.

One is farewell and the other is welcome.

what.

Fortunately, I have overcome it long ago and can step into this place.

he thinks.

two

The first meeting with Zhu Xu was not good.

After all, the title "Prince" almost means Guti's entire career.

When he was still in the second team, when he first joined the first team, "Prince" was his only idol, someone he loved and respected from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how violently this feeling changed later, that person was still very important.

Later, "Prince" was his friend, a teammate who supported each other, and a benchmark for Real Madrid.

Guti has always understood the affectionate reluctance of the fans, but he never thought that this title would be given to another person in this way, so quickly and in such a hurry.

However, when he really understood who this new "prince" was, he had to admit that Raul was right.

He watched this young genius running on the court and being able to play almost any position. His flexible style of play and elegant temperament were completely different from the occasional cheating off the court.

It reminded him of someone equally elegant.

Guti sighed, temporarily waving the image engraved in his heart away from his eyes.

They are not the same.

But one thing is common.

— they all deserve the best.

three

"I do not know."

Facing Guti's question, Zhu Xu was a little careless.

He looked up at Guti, and then lowered his head to stare at the cocoa in his hand. To be honest, it was very rude.

But Guti wasn't angry at all.

The familiarity with each other no longer required more rules and regulations, and he knew that Zhu Xu was actually thinking seriously about his own problems.

"I really do not know."

After a while, Zhu Xu gave up and gave his own answer.

"Maybe it was because everyone was so kind to me at the beginning that I didn't know how to pay back when I left, so I was nostalgic for this place."

"but now………"

The porcelain cup collided with the wooden table, making a slight sound.

"I really can't seem to leave Real Madrid."

"Maybe there are too many memories here, maybe it's because I've been here for too long? I can't really tell."

Zhu Xu shrugged: "But what does it matter? If I want to stay, I will stay."

"I have enough capital too, don't I?"

He winked at Guti: "Master Fourteen, you see I'm so honest, shouldn't I order today's dinner by myself?"

Guti showed him a sweet smile: "You go to open the door first and I promise you?"

He heard Zhu Xu muttering, "What are you going to do? Isn't Master Fourteen one of the best blackmailers? What's going on today?" He calmly picked up his coffee.

"Master Luo! Why are you here!"

Zhu Xu's voice was so loud that it could penetrate the ceiling.

It was mixed with surprise and joy, which reminded Guti of those songs he liked, all of which pointed directly at the heart and could not be ignored.

Why are you here?Come pick you up.

He sent Zhu Xu and Cristiano away, not at all curious about where the pair would go next, the two would have dinner at that restaurant tonight.

You don't know the answer, I do.

Because you have also been tamed by Real Madrid.

No matter how proud a person is, he can't be prouder than Real Madrid.

No matter how amazingly talented a player is, he will fall in love with him.

Such as Redondo, such as Raul, such as you.

He can tame countless people, but there is no exception, completely subduing him.

Nor does anyone know whether there is such an exception.

Guti packed up the utensils for afternoon tea and decided to go to the Real Madrid youth training camp on such a beautiful rest day afternoon.

four

On days without games, the headlines in sports newspapers are always gossip about the stars.

Then Guti discovered that Zhu Xu really deserved to be a man with "headline physique". Even on such days, he deservedly stole the limelight from others and continued to make headlines.

It's just that it's not just Cristiano who made the headlines with him this time.

Guti had been staring at the picture in the newspaper for five minutes.

Redondo really lost weight.

Anyone who knows the situation understands how difficult it is to lose obesity caused by hormones.

But Redondo did it.

Guti never doubted he could do it.

He is that kind of person, so self-disciplined that he is terrible, and his self-control ability is so strong that people wonder if they are the same species as him.

So making him a little bit out of line, a little bit out of control, even just a little bit, is already a remarkable achievement.

Guti wanted to laugh a little.

The headlines in the newspapers were as sensational as "Princes' Gathering" could stir old fans and new ones to dig up information about previous princes.

Encounter by chance.

Guti also met Redondo by chance.

At the moment when he was not trusted by the coach and supported by the fans.

It was a tough time for him.

He just wanted to go out and relax, but he met Redondo as if by luck.

After Redondo retired, he met Redondo very rarely, or even only a few times.

So he remembered what Redondo said, remembered his encouragement to him, and also remembered... the warmth of the other party's embrace.

only………

Guti recalled the information that Raul inadvertently revealed to himself later. Raul said that Redondo has always been concerned about him. He was in Madrid a few times and asked about his itinerary.

Later, Guti also thought about it, if he didn't go out in those few days, would Redondo come to visit him directly?

This is an unsolved problem.

So Guti did not pursue the answer, nor did he expose the truth of the "encounter".

He puts away the newspaper.

It must be a coincidence between Lei Dongdo and Zhu Xu. After all, Zhu Xu is in excellent condition now, and his relationship with Lei Dongdo is completely different from that of himself and Lei Dongdo.

However, remembering that for so many years after that, he never really met Redondo on the street—even Gago did—Guti still felt bored.

Of course he knew what was going on, but at the same time, it was impossible for him to blame that person.

So Guti felt a little regretful - if he hadn't been so considerate yesterday, but instead relied on being a light bulb...

He has a subtle, "good man goes unnoticed" feeling.

五

As expected of a prince.

On the screen, Zhu Xu dealt with many media with just the right elegant smile, but his mouth was full of trains, but he couldn't make a mistake.

He won't let anyone lose face, but he won't let them actually get any information that is not good for the team.

An impeccable spokesperson.

And I can't.

The proud Golden Wolf never bows his head. When his temper is at its hottest, he can point the middle finger at the fans and fight with the media, and even shake his face at Raul.

He was straightforward to the point of recklessness, not because he didn't understand, but because he didn't want to.

That's why the fans' attitude towards him is extremely extreme. Those who love him love him to the bottom of their hearts, and those who hate him want him to die.

When he was over thirty, the sharp edges and corners were rounded a little by the flowing time.

This is an unimaginable thing for Guti—if such a change hadn't really happened to him, he would never have believed that he would become... less hot and straightforward one day.

But whether it is the former self or the later self, Guti accepts it frankly.

"What I admire most is your tenacity, and... your bravery."

The deep and pleasant male voice is what Guti still remembers until now.

The gentle person many years ago, the person who was extremely cruel to him in the eyes of outsiders, once looked directly into his eyes and spoke softly.

I also feel that besides talent, this is my greatest strength.

Guti on the sofa raised his wine glass and made a gesture of clinking glasses, the crisp sound of glass colliding seemed to be still in his ears.

But he knew that that had happened many years ago; and at this moment, he was the only one in this room.

六

Guti once again felt that Real Madrid's trip to China was really a trip to pick up leaks, and the decision to bring back Zhu Xu couldn't be more correct.

Real Madrid, which is full of injuries, is facing a difficult Champions League. At this moment, Zhu Xu is almost like a pinnacle.

He certainly brought the expected crowd - whether fans or players - a result worth gratifying.

On a whim, Guti didn't book a box. He dressed up and sat in the back row. After the game, he left with the fans.

"I think of Redondo in [-], who supported a team by himself..."

Guti turned his head very quickly, following the sound, he saw an obviously elderly fan.

The other party was talking to his companion excitedly, but Guti, who was being pushed away by the crowd, could no longer hear clearly.

Unlike any fans, Guti didn't think so much.

After all...these are two too different people.

Redondo was called "Computer Redondo" back then, and he relied on his strong midfield control to prop up Real Madrid back then; and now Zhu Xu...

Even if he is a brainless fan, Guti has to admit that he is more comprehensive than his idol.

But Guti had no intention of talking to the other party at all.

Oh, of course it’s not because he thinks that someone like him still remembers that Redondo admired Redondo and is happy, it’s just because Guti thinks….It’s good to understand this kind of thing, there’s no need to show off his love for Redondo everywhere Learn more.

Well, at least he thought so himself.

Seven

He likes me.

Zhu Xu closed his eyes, but his consciousness was extremely clear.

During the summer break of this year, he was on vacation with Cristiano. In the villa by the sea, His Royal Highness played games with his brother Mini Luo—the kind of competitive game with lottery, and the lottery was his brother's snack.

In a certain way, Zhu Xu, who was unanimously considered by his friends to be extremely young in mental age, was very embarrassed to win his brother ten games in a row. Against the opponent's aggrieved gaze, he extended his claws to Mini Luo's food reserves.

When Cristiano came in from the door, what he saw was his little prince collapsed on the floor with his eyes closed.

“Dad, brother just ate this…….”

Mini Luo spread his hands innocently, and the two liqueur chocolates that had been torn off the packaging in his palms were extremely attractive.

Cristiano covered his forehead.

Can't this kid pay attention?

His face darkened several shades in an instant, and the movement of him squatting down and wrapping Zhu Xu's arms around his neck could be called gentle and slow.

"You should have learned enough—to remember."

Cristiano successfully transported Zhu Xu to the big soft bed. After adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, he covered him with a thin blanket.

The words of the Portuguese who looked down at the prince were extremely harsh, but they must have rushed to him when he was awake. All kinds of cute Chinese begging for mercy fell asleep—or drunk—deeply without any reaction .

His gaze ranged from the other's curled eyelashes to the straight bridge of the nose, to the slightly parted lips.

Zhu Xu...

Cristiano silently recited the name of the man who occupied his heart, but just like that, his heart seemed to soften.

Just like a silent clam, it opened its hard shell.

He stood by Zhu Xu's bed for a long time, and before the downstairs mini Luo went upstairs to find his father, he planted a kiss on Zhu Xu's forehead.

The fish is as fast as jumping out of the water, and it is as natural as swimming in the water.

After a slight sound, Zhu Xu was the only one in the room.

But he didn't know that Zhu Xu wasn't completely unaware of the outside world.

The so-called "one-drop" physique is just an oolong caused by exhaustion of physical strength and choosing to sleep. Later, Zhu Xu felt that it is good for players to pay attention to eating and not drinking. "One-drop" can become a variety of unavoidable I did not refute the excuse of not drinking to stay sober at the banquet/reception.

This time, it was just an option given by the more and more humanized system after the upgrade.

At that time, Zhu Xu still felt baffled—why did the system suddenly pop up and give the option of "whether to enter a special state (appearing drunk and conscious for four to 10 minutes)" after just eating a few liqueur chocolates?

Now he is very grateful for his habit of inquiring.

He was just curious - because the system never does useless work - so he chose yes.

See what he found?

You have feelings for me too.

So.....Why do you act nonchalantly in the face of my most obvious performance?

Zhu Xu couldn't understand at all.

He likes Cristiano.

After finding that his emotions were completely overwhelming, he let them run wild for a while.

And then……..it becomes “love”.

Before making it clear, Zhu Xu had no choice but to test Cristiano's attitude, and the result... well, it made his mood not very sunny that week.

But now, he got an answer that could overturn the previous conclusion.

I should seek advice from someone who has had a similar experience.......

Before the special state ended, Zhu Xu made a decision.

Eight

"Your faithful Jose".

After writing these words at the end, Guti folded the letter paper and put it in the already written envelope.

"Ah!"

He sneezed.

"what's the situation?"

Guti said something to himself.

Without thinking too much, he sealed the envelope and prepared to deliver it.

nine

"Did you just drink some alcoholic beverage?"

"Oh, I remembered that you have a one-drop physique... So Zhu Xu, are you sure you are awake now?"

If this person hadn't been Zhu Xu, Guti had no doubt that he would have picked up the other party's collar and thrown it outside the door like trash, and punched him twice, and then slapped the door panel on his nose fiercely.

Instead of questioning his current state in a friendly manner like now.

Just a few seconds ago, this guy who Guti liked very much, after persuading Guti to give him some suggestions for his recent "emotional issues" - Zhu Xu's original words - asked very straightforwardly " How do I chase after a senior in the team I have a crush on?" This kind of question.

"I'm serious, Lord Fourteen."

Guti laughed angrily.

"You fucking misunderstood something—"

"I like Ronaldo."

Zhu Xu's words prevented Guti from following up with words such as "Can you make such a bad joke?"

"What did you say?!"

Of course there is only one Ronaldo who can be brought in at this time.

"You to Cristiano..."

"Yes, I'm in love with him."

The young man's handsome face was full of tenderness.

Guti covered his head and groaned.

"How did you find me? Who told you?"

It's no use looking for me, although we are both juniors who fell in love with our seniors, our identities and each other's personalities are too different, okay?

not to mention………

I couldn't be with him at all.

Guti is absent