Football God.

It was already the next morning when Heinrich knew that Mendez was waiting for him.

"You should have told me, Jorge is not young after all, he shouldn't have gotten up so early." Heinrich said as he quickly tidied himself up.

Faces, teeth, hairstyles, and jaws that are meticulously maintained on a daily basis, many times a man has more to do than a woman if they want to look presentable all the time.

Bertram stood outside the bathroom and said to the busy man, "Mr. Mendes said he didn't want to disturb you."

Of course, this is only one of the reasons.

The main reason is that Heinrich needs to rest now. In any sense, it is impossible to disturb him too early. Bertram is only responsible to Heinrich, and he does not need to face Mr. Mendes Responsible.

Even if Mendes wanted to wake Heinrich up, Bertram would stop him. Mr. Mendes needs to be thankful that he made the right choice.

Heinrich tugged at his collar and nodded to himself in the mirror.

In fact, Heinrich's aesthetics have always been inconsistent with his own appearance. He prefers those with healthy skin, just like Diego or Ronaldo. Too white skin looks too young, immature, and not healthy enough.

But other than that, Heinrich is very satisfied with himself, and he is also very happy that although his family pursues purity, it left him with good genes.

Walking out of the bathroom, Heinrich smiled and said to Bertram: "What a beautiful day, Mr. Bertram, speaking of Chris' invitation to me yesterday, I exhausted my energy prematurely, maybe I think we can move the meeting with Jorge to the breakfast room."

Bertram, who followed Heinrich long enough, automatically translated the sentence.

'Bert, I'm hungry. '

"I'm going to arrange breakfast now, sir, is there anything in particular you want?"

"I'm not picky about food except for milk."

Bertram silently glanced at Heinrich without saying a word.

Heinrich raised his hand: "Okay, okay, milk is fine, but no other dairy products, especially cream products, God."

Bertram nodded and left, while Heinrich directly took the elevator to the presidential suite on the top floor to choose the clothes and shoes to wear today, but instead of going directly to the breakfast room, he chose to return to his room the layer where it is located.

But Heinrich did not enter his room, but walked to the door of another room and knocked on it.

Hey, hey, hey.

There was no movement, but Heinrich didn't have to slam the bell next to the door, but directly pressed his thumb on the identification area on the door panel, and the door unlocked with a sound.

Of course, this is his hotel, he can go to any room as long as he wants.

Straight into the bedroom, Heinrich glanced at the tightly drawn curtains, and walked over to prepare to pull them open, but the moment the sunlight came in, he heard a whistle in Portuguese behind him. garrulous.

"No, Jorge, today is my day off and I don't want to shoot commercials..."

Heinrich pursed his lips subconsciously, and then thought that there were only two people in this room, and the other one was still asleep and didn't wake up, so he didn't have too many scruples. The German coach showed a bright smile.

Turning around and walking to the side of the bed, Heinrich sat sideways, reached out and patted the bulge wrapped in the quilt on the bed: "Chris, Chris, wake up."

There was a muffled snort in the nasal cavity, the bulge on the bed moved, and Heinrich clearly felt that the man under him turned around and then became silent again.

Just like every man of this age, not everyone can get up at 06:30, and in the high-load athlete career, they are very sensitive to "rest days", and there is a small alarm clock in their heads. It is always possible to let them clearly remember that there is a day when they can relax.

Ronaldo has strict requirements on himself, and has a complete plan for what to do when he does. Even when he can not go to the club for training, he will give himself extra training, no smoking, no drinking, using a style that is not seen by others. Luxurious way to wish for a longer career life.

But that doesn't mean he needs to get up right away on a good morning!

Heinrich didn't bother him, and took a picture with a smile. Of course, he didn't know what he was photographing, so he stood up and walked aside, picked up the post-it note on the low table, and took it out of his pocket. Take out the pen and write something on it.

But Heinrich didn't know that at the moment he turned around, someone suddenly woke up, and then sat up suddenly, but lay down again when he saw his back, but with those clean and shiny clothes The eyes silently looked at the blond man.

He woke up because someone slapped his butt. Of course, Heinrich didn’t know it. After all, the quilt wrapped the man’s figure very well, with soft pillows inside, and Ronaldo was still sleeping sideways. It is easy to distinguish each part.

But in fact, it was Heinrich's last two slaps that slapped the Portuguese superstar's gluteus maximus firmly, which directly woke up Ronaldo.

...Even his mother, Dolores, never did this kind of thing after elementary school.

Although Heinrich was tall, his bones were not deformed due to excessive stretching. On the contrary, he was tall and straight, and there was no sign of his recovery at all.

The German man's back was straight, and the warm rays of the sun penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, shining on the side of the man's face, softening the already delicate facial features, making every eyelash clearly visible, as if there were spots of light jumping on it.

Ronaldo never knew he would one day describe someone as "perfect", but now he will.

The young Cristiano Ronaldo suddenly felt that he had met a real beauty.

Impeccable.

Heinrich didn't notice anything unusual, but put the written note aside, pressed it with Ronaldo's mobile phone, then he put away the pen, looked at Ronaldo again, and then left with a smile Room.

"Bah."

The moment the door closed, Ronaldo sat up again, perhaps due to too much movement and excessive facial expressions, and it was because of stepping on soap...

stop!

Forcing himself not to remember that incident again, Ronaldo reached out and touched his forehead, reached out and pulled the phone aside casually, and picked up the note.

With the sunlight coming in through the gaps in the curtains, the cursive characters on the note paper are very clear.

'Jorge is here, sixteenth floor, maybe he can take you back.Good morning, Chris. By Adrian. '

Ronaldo smiled, and stopped his smile in the next second, and got up quickly, but when he put on his pajamas, he looked down at the note, folded it carefully, and stuffed it into the trousers hanging on the hanger pocket.

Then the Portuguese went into the bathroom to wash their face, the door was closed tightly, but singing could be heard from inside.

Although it is seriously out of tune, it can still reflect the mood of the owner.

Different happy.

===

"It's a pleasure to see you, Jorge."

When Heinrich walked into the breakfast room, what he saw was that there were only two people in the empty restaurant. One was Bertram who had already started eating breakfast, and the other was a table across from him, although there were drinks on the table. Unmoved Mendez.

Heinrich nodded to Bertram, signaling him to continue eating and ignore himself, then smiled and looked at Mendes, walked over and sat down opposite Mendes.

When the Portuguese agent came, he knew that Heinrich had taken over the place—yes, he should have gotten used to the word a long time ago—so he didn’t have any scruples about speaking, maybe he held it in for too long, He asked directly: "Adrian, what did you do last night?"

"Sleep, oh, and a good dinner." Heinrich stretched out his hand as he said, and naturally a waiter came over with the prepared breakfast and arranged it in every way.

Mendes immediately suppressed the words in his mouth, and he didn't say it again until the waiter left: "I..."

"Would you like to try it? There is a very good chef here, Chinese, and he makes very good buns." Heinrich smiled and handed a mini steamer to Mendes.

For Heinrich's kindness, Mendes didn't refuse, he just wanted to get down to business after eating quickly.

But after taking a bite of the bun, Mendes felt that it made sense for Heinrich to recommend it to him.

oh god it's delicious...

At this time, a man came out of the elevator, politely refused the waiter to come up to help him with his backpack, and walked straight over.

Mendes, who was eating buns, looked up and saw someone more in front of him.

Oh Chris, he looked really good today.

He sat side by side with Heinrich.

……

=A=

Quickly picked up the coffee at the side and swallowed the buns in his mouth, who knew what kind of strange taste these two delicious things mixed together, but Mendes didn't care too much, and asked while wiping his fingers with a paper towel : "Good morning Chris, what did you do last night?"

Heinrich was choosing what to use with the muffins. After hearing this, he turned his head to Ronaldo and said with a smile: "Jorge asked me the same question just now. I have to say that Mr. Jorge said hello. Way more fun than asking about the weather."

Mendes glanced at Heinrich: "This is a statement or a joke."

Heinrich tilted his head, smiled and said nothing.

Ronaldo took off his sunglasses and put them aside, saying, "After eating a meal, then..."

"What did you do to your forehead, Chris!"

Ronaldo couldn't help hiding back, Heinrich reached out and patted Ronaldo on the shoulder, and looked at Mendes with some disapproval in his eyes: "Dear Jorge, although I respect you very much, but you just now The sound is like an animal, take a deep breath first."

"What animal?" Ronaldo said while looking at the breakfast.

Heinrich made a gesture of letting go, and said with a smile: "Groundhog." Then Heinrich looked at Mendes, "Don't think too much, I'm saying you are as cute as it .”

The corner of Mendes' eyes twitched, did this person think he would be comforted?

But this episode also made Mendes forget to ask about Ronaldo's forehead, and he also didn't have time to worry about the groundhog's question. He calmed down his voice and asked softly: "Yesterday, did you do anything interesting?" ?”

"If you mean I went to Adrian to play games, yes, the game consoles here are really good." Ronaldo couldn't describe his mood when he saw the game consoles specially provided by the hotel yesterday. Who would not like to play? What about games?

Heinrich smiled and added: "Leeds United's interior is better than this."

"I can't move to Leeds United, Adrian."

"If you like, I can give you a set, with earphones and handles, oh, if you want and have enough time, you can also customize the AI ​​for you, but it will take a while."

"of course can."

Mendes looked at the two people who started chatting as if no one else was there, let go of his heart suddenly, and then laughed to himself.

"Okay, game, what else can I expect from you?" I have to say that my wild thoughts yesterday were just scaring myself, Mendes had the same calm smile on his face as usual.

"Yeah, games, we also played minesweeping." Ronaldo replied casually, but what he was thinking about was, why does this person around him always know where there are mines?

God, isn’t the number on it random? Adrian’s brain is so easy to use that Ronaldo played minesweeping with him using the top game console specially provided by the Heinrich family provided by the hotel, and broke the record. Woolen cloth.

Naturally, he took the bread from Heinrich and spread butter on it. Ronaldo looked at his agent Jorge Mendes.

Mr. Mendes didn't react for a while, glanced at them, and then fixed his eyes on Heinrich: "You guys, don't sleep at night, play minesweeping together?" Or use a top game console to play minesweeping ?

"I also broke the record, five seconds. I think this record will last for a while." Heinrich nodded. He didn't like butter, but chose a muffin with enough honey squeezed.

Of course he can eat muffins, and now that Heinrich is not a player, there is no need to consider the amount of sugar intake!Being a coach is naturally self-willed!

Ronaldo shrugged, not because he was jealous that Heinrich could eat honey but he couldn't, it was just because five seconds was too powerful, I really don't know why there are such smart people.

But maybe it was because he was too deeply impressed with Heinrich before, Mendes showed a hesitant look on his face: "Is it the minesweeper I know, or is it that you took a helicopter to go there at night... I I don’t know how to say it, just go to an enemy-occupied area or something, take that iron pole to clear mines?”

Cristiano Ronaldo is biting the toast, and I have to say that the slightly burnt flavor and melted butter is simply the simplest delicacy.

But after hearing Mendes' words, before Heinrich could respond, Ronaldo threw it over with a look of "Are you crazy?"

After receiving two mentally retarded eyes and Bertram's hidden disgust, Mendes quickly raised his hands: "Okay, I got it, okay I got it, you guys played the game all night, just now I think too much."

I really can't blame him for thinking too much, after all, in front of him is a miraculously rich man, who even has a fever and has to use a helicopter to go back to Germany. I heard that he should go to a place that can prevent nuclear explosions for recuperation!

Whoever has such a person under his banner will complicate all common words!

Ronaldo glanced at Heinrich and mouthed him: 'Sorry, Jorge wasn't like this before. '

Heinrich opened his mouth with a smile, and responded silently: "It's okay, I'm guessing, next time I tell Jorge that I will shed tears and pearls, will he believe it." '

Ronaldo thought for a while, then nodded firmly: 'I bet it will. '

A regretful expression appeared on Heinrich's face: "Then this bet is going to fail, and I think so too." '

But Mendez, who had been watching them, wanted to slap the table and shout.

Two boys, I tell you, I can't believe that Heinrich will shed tears and pearls!He is not a mermaid!

Even if the mermaid has always been good-looking, has a nice voice, and is very intelligent...it's very similar to Heinrich...

No, I won't believe it!

However, after all the doubts were solved, Mendes seemed more relieved. After eating a hearty breakfast, Ronaldo took his backpack and prepared to leave with Mendes.

"The game goes well this weekend, I wish you well." Heinrich said with a smile, without mentioning Manchester United. After all, from the bottom of his heart, Heinrich hopes that Manchester United will lose. They are competitors, and Mr. Ferguson is probably the same. Thought.

Ronaldo also looked at Heinrich. In fact, he still likes the feeling of looking down at the blond man when Heinrich is sitting. God knows that this man suddenly "scratched" from the sitting position before eating yesterday. When standing up, how much psychological impact does that gap have on people...

Do I have to drink some milk too?

Thinking in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he was much calmer than before, but he also didn't mention Leeds United: "Of course, I have always wanted to win, and you are the same, Adrian."

Heinrich smiled and shook his hand, and Ronaldo walked into the elevator.

But just as the elevator door was closing, he suddenly pressed the door open button.

Heinrich looked over with some doubts, and his pair of amber blue-green eyes were very delicate and beautiful: "What's wrong?"

Ronaldo hesitated for a moment, but he didn't ask that question, but stretched out his hand to Heinrich: "Thank you for yesterday's dinner, take care of your body."

Heinrich didn't know why there was such a solemn farewell handshake, but he still held Ronaldo's palm with a smile.

The fingers of the two people tightened at the same time, Heinrich found that Ronaldo's palm was hot, and Ronaldo felt that the fingertips of the blond man were as cold as ever.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Mendes and Ronaldo met a group of people walking in from the outside.

The leader is Mr. Byron, followed by Leeds United players in white training uniforms.

Ronaldo put on the sunglasses. Heinrich may like to show everyone a smile, but Ronaldo is not. His lips are flat when he is not smiling, with a sculptural coldness.

However, the two did not attract much attention. They seemed very low-key, and they were not prepared to attract the attention of Leeds United players.

It's just that the tallest redhead in the team looked back at Ronaldo's back and frowned suddenly.But Jack Charlton didn't say anything. Instead, he got on the elevator with his teammates, but there was a little emotion in his eyes that he would never have.

"What are you looking at?" Griezmann couldn't help asking.

Jack smiled: "It's nothing, I just feel that the sun is so good today, it doesn't look like England at all."

"It's a good thing that the sun is shining. I hope it won't rain tomorrow. God knows how much I hate rain." Santos, a young man from Brazil, couldn't help but muttered. He lay on Diego's body and was rubbed by Diego in a good-tempered manner. hair.

Alan Smith said: "I hope it won't rain, no, it should be said that I hope the weather forecast is a lie."

"Isn't it true that no matter what the weather forecast says in the UK, it is right to add rain?" Parker, a native of England, couldn't help but followed, and then the boys began to worry about tomorrow's weather.

What is England's iconic?I'm afraid the whole world knows.

Fog, rain, fish and chips...

But everything disappeared when they saw the blond man who greeted them!

Santos threw Diego directly, ran and hugged Heinrich, howling like a child!Jack and Griezmann walked up to Heinrich one by one at almost the same time, looking up and down, as if he would lose a part if he didn't look at his coach.

Where is Mr. Byron thanking God that the newspaper is not talking nonsense, and Alan Smith just gave up looking at the weather forecast.

Regardless of whether it rains or not, the most important thing is for the boss to stand there properly!

And Mendes, who had come to the underground garage, opened the car door and said to Ronaldo, "Should I go to your house or to the club?"

Ronaldo still wore sunglasses, reached out to hold the car door, and raised his lips slightly: "Go to the club for extra practice. Today, the weather is very good." But when Ronaldo sat in the co-pilot seat of Mendes, he suddenly asked "Jorge, is there anywhere that sells picture frames? I want one."

Mendes is still willing to meet this small request. He took Ronaldo to buy a photo frame, but he paid for it himself and bought it. A public figure like Ronaldo with great goals still stays in the car. Good to wait.

On the same day, during the training break, Ronaldo posted an emoji on his Twitter, a simple little sun, as calm as every sunny afternoon in England.