[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

Cristiano Ronaldo said that he did not want this special birthday present at all.just fall in love

Today is his birthday, he should hold a birthday party in his big house, invite all his friends to play together, take Junior and Luca to have a crazy cake war, and even hug Kaka in the silent attic Kiss, and tell of their sweetness—

Logically speaking, everything should be like this.

But on the morning of his birthday, when he opened his eyes, his eyelids twitched subconsciously.

Logically speaking, the two of them had such a crazy fight last night, he and Kaka should have slept late, but he just woke up for no reason, and then fell silent for a while, the Portuguese uttered the loudest sound ever. Forte.

"God, my second uncle?!"

What is it that makes the Portuguese so excited?Because when he opened his eyes, what he saw was not his lover, but his own face.

since!Has!of!Face!

Cristiano, in horror, immediately sat up straight and touched his body, subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief when he found that he hadn't turned into a bucket waist, and then looked down.

I rely on, what's the situation.

Kaka was sleeping on his right side as usual, with a quiet expression like an angel, while on his left lay a boy who looked exactly like him—the Portuguese finally calmed down, and he found that the other party was not so much a Like himself, let alone like him ten years ago.

Thin, slender, a teenager who can ride a dazzling bicycle.

His voice directly awakened the young man beside him, who immediately sat up vigilantly, rubbed his eyes and then stared at him fiercely. "Who are you and why are you in my bed?!"

Wow, this standard Funchal dialect. Cristiano couldn't help raising his eyebrows, looked around and said in a slow voice, "Boy, are you sure this is your room?" Following his movements, the boy couldn't help turning his head, and then his expression became ugly, even Some panic.

"Whose prank? I warn you that if I catch you, I will teach you how to look good!" The boy was a little incoherent, but Cristiano calmed down. He glanced at the boy, and then helplessly spread his hands: "Okay, all in all first Tell me your name and home address, and I'll send you home."

"..." The boy was silent for a while, and pulled his clothes awkwardly. "My name is Cristiano Ronaldo, a player from Sporting Lisbon." After a pause, he seemed to think it was not enough to add: "My mother's name is Dolores, and my number at the club is 28, and these can be checked. arrive……"

"Stop your nonsense." Cristiano became annoyed for a moment, and squinted his eyes to look up and down this person.Obviously, this young man is his fanatic Mifensi, and even made himself look exactly the same as before - it has to be said that this is also a lesson learned from the past. "If you don't tell the truth, I will call the police to intervene in this matter." He is very kind to Mi Fensi, but that doesn't mean he can tolerate Mi Fensi running into his bed!

Especially after he and Kaka had experienced a night of intense sports!

"I'm not lying! Really!" The boy's eyes turned red almost immediately, and he began to explain without thinking, even memorized his mother's phone number, and Cristiano's expression became uglier the more he listened.

Many of the things the boy said were indeed substituted into his memory, although there was some way out - after all, he had a system, but obviously the child in front of him didn't - he just opened the system in front of the child and asked what was going on What happened, the result was a sentence "The system 'ding dong' wishes the host a happy birthday, a lot of goals!"

…Cristiano was so angry that he almost yelled, "Fuck off!!" Who the hell wants a birthday present like his teenage self? ! !Can the system get rid of your bad reviews? !

After realizing that what was in front of him was indeed a moth created by the system, the Portuguese was completely powerless.I can't even celebrate my birthday, and I can't live this day!

"Please let me contact my club, they will prove my innocence." The teenager's lips were turning white, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or fear, and he looked so small, Cristiano felt his head Something broke inside.

"I need to ask before contacting your club..." Cristiano rubbed his temple, "What day do you think it is today?"

The boy froze for a moment, then frowned: "Today is not April Fool's Day, and I'm really not joking! Please let me prove my innocence. I was sleeping on our youth training bed last night!"

"Well, I can probably believe your innocence." Cristiano leaned lazily on the cushion, his sturdy muscles puffed up one by one, and the Portuguese looked at the boy with a smile that was not a smile. "After all, even if it's sleepwalking, you can't sleepwalk all the way from Lisbon to Madrid."

The teenager was dumbfounded, Madrid? !Wait, what, he's in Madrid now? !

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you." The Portuguese adjusted his movements comfortably, then raised his eyebrows at him, "According to what you said, I guess your time should be February 2001, 2 , your birthday?"

"Yeah...how did you know that today is my birthday?" The teenager was stunned, while the Portuguese superstar shrugged helplessly, "Because today is also my birthday."

He continued without waiting for the boy to speak: "By the way, I am also a player. I was born in Funchal and went to Sporting Lisbon to play football when I was young. I also wear the number 28..." The boy's expression changed a little , a little angry, maybe thought he was mocking?Knowing exactly how strong his self-esteem was at this time in his previous life, the Portuguese quickly revealed the truth.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, my name is also Cristiano Ronaldo."

The Lisbon kid was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.The Portuguese superstar seemed to think that the impact on him was not enough, and slowly showed a bright smile: "By the way, I forgot to tell you..."

"Today is February 2th, 5. Welcome to 2013 years later, boy."

The boy jumped up like crazy and ran out. He probably thought he was crazy, and the Portuguese didn't look for him. Junior and Luca had already been sent to school, so he wasn't worried.

"So," Kaka, who had been silent by her side, raised half of her body, rubbed her messy brown hair and yawned. "This is your birthday present, you 12 years ago, huh?"

"Maybe." Cristiano also yawned and hugged him lazily. "I'm so sleepy, I still want to sleep..."

Kaka tilted his head and thought for a while, showing a sweet smile: "Well, you come to sleep, I'll go and see him, after all, I'm really curious about what you were like before—" the Brazilian said Before he finished speaking, the Portuguese jumped off the bed, hurriedly dressed and washed, left a sentence: "You stay well." and rushed out the door, leaving Kaka snickering behind him.

Hehehe, if you want to sleep peacefully, you may not have his consent for this matter.

When the Portuguese caught up with the boy, he was standing in the yard in a daze. It was obvious that the surroundings were not everything he knew, and the big house shocked him.

Is this really 12 years later?

Is that person really me 12 years later?

Will he be so strong and handsome and shining in the future?

"Be proud." With a deep voice, Cristiano turned his head blankly. The man who claimed to be him 12 years later stood behind him. His shirt buttons were not tightened, and the muscles inside could be seen with a slight movement , and after noticing his gaze, the man raised his eyebrows, walked out of the room and stood beside him.

"This is my home. If there is no accident, you will live here in eight years." Cristiano waved his hand and chuckled, "I own countless luxury cars, I live in a mansion, I have a lovely son and the most Caring companion."

"Every game day, I make all the fans scream and cry because of me, and I bring them great glory and pride."

"So Ronaldo, you should be proud that you can be me in the future."

Really, when I grow up, I will become you.

Cristiano felt that he was about to collapse. He hadn't digested what was going on now. Why did it take him 12 years to sleep, but the man in front of him gave him such an arrogant declaration!

"... Will I be a great player in the future?"

"Of course." Cristiano sneered. Of course he knew what this silly boy was worried about. After all, he is now at the age when his self-esteem is bursting. The Portuguese superstar remembers that as long as someone dares to say something about him, he can Go up and fight that person.But there are too many criticisms about him, so he can only protect himself with thorns all over his body.

"Well, I'm just saying that you don't believe me, and you probably won't be very good at operating a computer." Cristiano thought for a while, 12 years is enough to update the computer system, and he doesn't have time to bring a broken computer with him. Doing computer popularization education for children - even if this little poor child is his former self. "There is a game at the Bernabeu tonight. I will ask Jorge to take you to sit in the player's stand first. You remember to protect yourself and don't let anyone take pictures... Forget it, it's okay to take pictures."

Cristiano originally wanted to make him pay attention, but at this time Ding Dong told him that this "gift" was not permanent, it would only end on the end of his birthday, so he had nothing to worry about.

Anyway, this person evaporated and disappeared the next day, and the media couldn't find him even if they tried to find him.

"...Are you going to play against Real Madrid tonight?" Obviously, the boy was a little confused, Cristiano sneered, and then shrugged helplessly in the boy's somewhat annoyed expression: "What you should ask at this time is...tonight we will play against Real Madrid." Who competes."

Cristiano was stunned for a while before realizing what the man in front of him meant.

Madrid, mansions, great players - he will play for Real Madrid!

Oh, God!Although everything in front of him was too unreal, he still expected it to be true!

Cristiano couldn't bear to look directly at him, was he so stupid when he was young, why didn't he know?But if you think about it carefully, if you know that you will become a rich man after more than ten years in an instant when you are poor and have almost nothing, you will go crazy.

"Jorge, it's me, are you free to come to my birthday party today?" Cristiano called his agent and decided to inform his agent first.

"Of course, no matter how many things I have to attend your birthday party, I will refuse to attend it." Jorge responded enthusiastically on the phone, not feeling at all that there was a conspiracy already thinking that he was approaching...

"That's right, Jorge, I have a friend's son, he had plastic surgery to look like me because he liked me so much, and then my friend sent him to me, and I'm going to take him to see my show After the game, I will send him home, if you are free today, come and help me bring him down."

The Portuguese who cheated on his agent said very naturally, he didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong at all, Cristiano looked around cautiously as if he didn’t care about the call at all, in fact He was also extremely nervous. After all, the Bernabéu was too far away for him now.

"Okay, trouble." Cristiano finally won the final victory with a smile, just as Kaka has always been able to beat him, he can always beat Jorge, maybe this is the so-called one thing for one thing.Looking back at the young man beside him, he sighed faintly.

"Well, I'll take you to buy some clothes first. After all, if you want to watch the game, you can't wear pajamas. The Bernabéu staff will drive you out." Of course, the Portuguese superstar is purely scaring the teenagers, after all If it's someone Jorge Mendez brings in, it's streaking—

Uh, even streaking is unacceptable.

However, it was obvious that the young man was bluffed. He was silent for a while and then compared the figures of the two of them. He could only nod silently.The excitement of going to the Bernabéu to watch the game has overwhelmed everything else, and isn't spending the money of the person in front of you spending your own money in the future?

Cristiano, who wanted to open it for a moment, followed Cristiano to the garage, and his eyes began to glow as soon as he entered the door.

"Wow, cool..." He walked in with admiration, and gently touched the Lamborghini's hood with a hand like stroking a handicraft, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, "Is this all yours?" He was very smart, There is no such description as "I".

After all, the cells in the human body can be completely replaced every seven years, so the person in front of him can be said to be a brand new him, with no cells similar to him.

"Yes." Cristiano noticed his love for this Lamborghini, so he glanced at the car and lazily decided to drive him out.

When the Lamborghini was on the road, Cristiano almost held the safety handle and refused to let go. The speed of this car is really too fast!He speeded up almost instantly, and then roared loudly, as if he was screaming at the whole world. Just sitting in this car, he felt his soul was shaken.

And the man beside him just started the car normally, turned on the car stereo, and even smiled at him leisurely.

"Want to hear some songs?" He didn't even have to ask what he wanted to hear, after all, the two of them knew each other best.

"Anything is fine." Cristiano knew this well, so he could arrange it with anyone around him. Cristiano didn't take him to any shopping mall to buy clothes. After all, it's normal for him to cause traffic jams every time he travels, but the people around him don't seem to be used to it, and they have been stiff since they got in the car His own body, he didn't even react until the car stopped slowly.

"Where is this place?"

"Where is what?" Cristiano glanced at him with a surprised expression, "Of course it's a clothing store."

Cristiano's pace stopped suddenly, and then he began to carefully look at the casually dressed man in front of him—then he finally got up the courage to ask: "The cheapest thing on your body What is it?"

"The cheapest thing?" Cristiano was taken aback, and looked at the clothing store in front of him. Does this matter? "This pair of sunglasses is probably the cheapest I have." The Portuguese superstar looked very sincere at this moment, "It's only 1,387 Euros."

One thousand 380 seven euros, his weekly salary.

Feeling that he didn't have the courage to continue asking, Cristiano forced him to forget it, he didn't need such good clothes.But Cristiano raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is this considered a good dress?"

In fact, he said this on purpose. He naturally knew what kind of character he was, so he could only try his best to make him pretend and fly him away.

The author has something to say: There is something wrong with the author's family today, I can only update this little today, I am really sorry!I will make up for it tomorrow, please rest assured!

Happy birthday Mr. Luo! !May Mr. Luo always play football happily, healthily, and safely, and set records one after another!

Then, in the article, do you want to continue to love each other with my family?...

Thank you Qingshan Yinyinqin and Duduqin for mine~