I want to marry my loser [football]

(four hundred and nine)

This score has not been broken until the last 5 minutes. Although there were several times during the period, Monfernabo organized a powerful counterattack, but it was either blocked by Murdoch, intercepted by Snow, or It was blocked by Gerrard at the last minute.

When Murkdo was still defending Hoyle, he received a yellow card for too much action, which made him "tss" in displeasure.

But on the contrary, Luca was also strictly guarded. Under the tenacious resistance of Fort Memphis, it was difficult to form an effective cooperation with Jiang Fan.

The stalemate between the two teams became fiercer and fiercer, but in the end, Jiang Fan managed to break through the siege, and with a header, in the last minute, the score became 1:4.

In the ear-splitting screams that could almost overturn the stadium, everyone watched the blond boy knelt in front of the goal, bent down, and buried his face deeply in his hands, as if he was still a little bit drunk after a drunk. Unclear fantasy and reality.

Then he showed a child-like expression of surprise, opened his hands excitedly, and ran towards his teammates.

His blond hair was flying in the air, and his eyes were like the surface of the sea reflecting the sun, sparkling with sparkling brilliance.

In the studio, the commentators watched him rush into the arms of his teammates, and couldn't help sighing: "'Son of God' seems to be announcing to people that he is returning to the altar step by step."

(410)

"Gregory!"

When the two teams were about to leave the field after the game, Bradley walked towards the direction of the Lanzhou players.Jiang Fan hugged Luka's shoulder affectionately, discussing something with him.Murk walked on the other side of Jiang Fan, occasionally interjecting a word, Snow was half a step ahead of them, trying to change the topic to where to get together later.

Seeing the opponent's striker approaching, Jiang Fan stopped again, and the others glanced at each other, and left in tacit agreement with Jiang Fan's signal.

Although he and Bradley had some conversations in the hospital when Jiang Fan was convalescing, but now standing face to face on the sidelines of the arena, Jiang Fan remembered for a moment that Bradley turned around and left indifference.

The blond boy frowned slightly, paused, and then responded cautiously: "...What's the matter?"

Bradley looked at him, there was a deep silence, and then he held out his hand, in a gesture for a handshake.

This made Jiang Fan slightly taken aback, but he sensed the signal of reconciliation from the other party.He immediately smiled and took it up.

Then he heard Bradley say softly, "Welcome back."

The blond boy blinked, but for a moment he didn't know how to react, so he just stood there in a daze.

He wanted to say a lot in an instant, but those emotions couldn't be organized into sentences for some reason.

So he could only look at Bradley in silence for a while before smiling. "Thanks."

Bradley also seemed to feel a little awkward. He pursed his lips and said, "Hold one?"

Jiang Fan smiled and opened his arms, hugging her.This hug, all the unhappiness before, seemed to let them go.

Bradley hugged him back, and said a little embarrassedly: "...I must smell like sweat."

Jiang Fan laughed and said, "If you want to say that, I have it too."

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what he should say, and wanted to say something again: "Bradley, you have become stronger again."

Bradley replied seriously: "If you can be better, I will be better."

"Hahahaha, it's really like what you said."

He didn't hear what he really meant.

Bradley noticed this, he let go of his arms, looked at Jiang Fan seriously and said, "I won't keep chasing after you, one day, I will make you look me in the face."

"...But, I've been looking at you all the time." Jiang Fan paused in confusion, "You are the only one who can make me so happy to score a goal, so eager to celebrate, so excited to win. "

"For me, it is more honor to win you than to win the championship."

(410 a)

"Bradley?"

Hoyle waited on the sidelines until his companion returned.

But he looked as if he was sleepwalking, his eyes glazed over and his expression blank.

Hoyle was stunned.

He hurried up to meet him, worried: "...Bradley? Are you okay?? Did Gregory say anything?"

They walked side by side towards the locker room, and Bradley seemed to come back to his senses and saw Hoyle.

"Hoyle..."

"what happened?"

"Gregory..." Bradley paused, as if it was difficult to speak: "He said, it's an honor..."

"What an honor?" Hoyle looked at him worriedly, a little worried that he might have suffered some kind of stimulation from Gregory after losing the game.

"He said he won me," Bradley said, taking a deep breath. "It's an honor."

"Huh?" Hoyle was taken aback.

"He said he was looking me in the face all the time. Said I was the only one who could make him so happy to score a goal, so want to celebrate, to win, to be so excited. He also said to me, for him, It would be more honoring for him to beat me than to win the championship."

"...This evaluation is so high." Hoyle blinked blankly, "However, Bradley, you have always worked hard..."

But Bradley covered his forehead in confusion, as if he had no choice but to say annoyedly: "...Obviously I lost the game, I should be even more unwilling, and even more...unwilling to admit defeat. Obviously all this time, Everyone said that no matter how hard you try, as long as you don't win in the end, everything is meaningless... But when he said this, I felt so happy... You obviously didn't win, but somehow... it was all worth it the feeling."

Hoyle said in a complicated mood: "I'm so happy to get his evaluation."

Bradley didn't speak because that was something he needed to judge for himself.But after walking a few steps side by side with Hoyle, he remembered something and said: "... After all, it's the person I... have been chasing all this time. Also, he mentioned you."

"You mentioned me?" Hearing this, Hoyle was stunned, subconsciously wanting to know, but worried about being disappointed, so he could only laugh at himself: "What can he say about me? I'm not as good as you."

"He said that before, when there was Melville in the midfield and you, he never worried about the outcome of every game. Victory was so easy and so taken for granted. He thought it was a very normal thing. But after you left, he realized that it was easy for him all the time because of you silently supporting him. He said he didn't realize it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he is very grateful."

"..."

Bradley took a few steps forward, only to find that Hoyle stopped suddenly and did not follow.

He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Gregory said so?"

"Yes." Bradley replied firmly.

What's more, with his character, it is impossible to make up what Gregory has not said.It's just that Hoyle couldn't believe it for a while.

"...Impossible. I don't believe it."

But as he said this, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Wait a minute." Bradley paused, "My phone is in the locker room."

"……what?"

"Send Gregory a message."

"what?"

"Ask him, 'What if Hoyle was made to cry by something you said?'"

"...I'll go and tell him myself!"

(410 two)

"Who?"

Luca opened the door of the locker room, only to find Hoyle of Memphis Naburg standing outside the door—he was the one knocking on the door just now.

"This is Lanzhou's locker room." Luca thought to himself, why is there another one. "You didn't go to the wrong place, did you?"

Hoyle's eyes flicked around behind him, but he saw that Lanzhou's dressing room hadn't changed much from before. "I'm looking for Gregory. Is he there?"

"He just went in to take a shower. What's the matter?"

Luka frowned slightly, and his gaze stayed on his red eye sockets for a moment.

…No way, could it be that he was so sad after losing the game that he cried, and was planning to trouble Gregory off the court?

He was about to block him for Jiang Fan, but Jiang Fan's voice came from the bathroom—he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"what happened?"

Murk changed his clothes, glanced at the door, and replied loudly, "Someone is looking for you."

"Eh? Who?"

Luca glanced helplessly at Mokdo, seeing that he couldn't stop him, he joked, "Guess?"

"What..." Jiang Fan walked out helplessly and strangely with a bath towel around his waist, his blond hair wetly stuck to his fair skin, dripping water.

The drops of water rolled across his sculptural forehead, the three-dimensional brow bones, and with the slight blink of his sea blue eyes, they mixed into the thick and slender eyelashes.

When he saw Hoyle, Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback, and walked to the door: "What's wrong?"

Seeing that he was about to go out, Snow found a new change of clothes from his bag and threw them over.Jiang Fan raised his hand to catch it, turned his head and smiled at him, "Thank you."

Snow shrugged his shoulders, smiled and signaled that he didn't mind.

Jiang Fan put on his shirt—even though his lower body was still wrapped in a towel, it was better than nothing on his upper body.

He walked out of the locker room, closed the door, looked helplessly at Hoyle and said, "Why didn't you talk when you came to see me?"

"Bradley said..."

"Ok?"

"...nothing. I just thought we hadn't had a good conversation yet."

Having said that, the brown-haired boy who had been lowering his head mustered up the courage to raise his head, and wanted to look into the other's eyes, but saw Jiang Fan was lowering his eyes, watching him quietly, waiting for him to continue talking.

Hoyle said with a bang: "I... said that I hate you...I lied to you."

"...Huh." Jiang Fan blinked slowly, "—when did you say you hate me?"

Was it in the messages that he hadn't seen?

"Well...that's when, when I'm leaving...you..."

Hearing Hoyle's answer, Jiang Fan thought to himself, it really happened at that time.

And Hoyle soon discovered that it would be silly to bring up unhappy events from that time.

"...Forget it, forget it if you don't remember." He paused, then smiled nervously, "I'm sorry, I just always thought that I was not important to you at all."

Hearing this, Jiang Fan opened his mouth to say something, but Hoyle interrupted him: "I love you!"

He looked like he was eager to prove his intentions, but he couldn't find the right words for a while, so he would rather be exaggerated than let Jiang Fan misunderstand his feelings for him and even have the slightest bit of resentment place.

Jiang Fan was taken aback for a moment. In the end, it was just an awkward dispute between them, and it wasn't a serious break.

He laughed, only then did he discover something, and asked in surprise, "Have you ever cried?"

"Ah, that..." Hoyle covered his eyes in embarrassment, "very, obviously?"

"Because your eyes are big, so it's a bit obvious." Jiang Fan raised his hand, touched the corner of his eyes, and asked with concern, "How did you do it?"

Hoyle rubbed his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "...Because I heard that you are very grateful to me, I suddenly couldn't help it..."

"Huh, did you cry then?" Jiang Fan's eyes widened slightly, and he smiled unexpectedly.

He bent down and hugged him, and patted his back lightly, "Don't cry. I love you too."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-1312:49:55~2020-03-1523:17:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Changle Weiyang, Changle Wuji, and Guangxi No Candy;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：路人君30瓶；无名诗、何必、悠悠20瓶；豆花、三五、阿生10瓶；你是我的小行星8瓶；猫耳6瓶；风与流云、花天狂骨、六神、ChrisRedfield5瓶；大大的糖糖3瓶；司虞、拂袖、此生浮游1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!