I want to marry my loser [football]

(370 a)

"...So, you know about Hoyle's transfer...?"

"When I thought something was wrong with him, I talked to him, and he told me." Speaking of this, Melville took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I think, we all... don't know what to do. How to speak to you. And I have been hesitating all the time, and I have no way to be sure. I am worried that after I told you that I was going to leave, I suddenly couldn’t make up my mind to really leave... I wanted to speak to you several times, but there was no way The way to take the initiative."

"You mentioned Hoyle's matter just now, and I just thought that it would be better to take the opportunity to say it. Otherwise... I don't know when I will have the opportunity next time."

Jiang Fan didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only smile wryly, "That's it."

Although intellectually, emotionally, and objectively, it is normal to come and go in the football circle, but emotionally and subjectively, there is always a sense of guilt that seems to have betrayed a friend.

——How should I speak?

Gregory had done nothing wrong, but it seemed like they were punishing him.

In the end, Jiang Fan could only reluctantly say: "...I am very reluctant to part with you."

However, he has also passed the naive time when he felt that "good friends should be together forever", only occasionally, there will be a sense of desolation of "the prosperity and the decline".

He would think of the most carefree, intimate moments he had had, and realize that if this was the pinnacle of happiness, it was doomed to fade away.

It might be a negative thought, but it would help him prepare for when it really went from hot to cold.

Melville replied: "I hate you too. But..."

but what?

Aware of his unspeakable secret, Jiang Fan didn't intend to continue asking.

He sensed Melville's guilt, so he asked in a relaxed tone: "So... Hoyle went to Chateau de Montferna, where is Melville going?"

"...will probably leave Brittania."

"Huh?? Are you going that far?"

"Hmm." Melville's tone was soft, "There are a few clubs in Fasuy, and they seem to have some interest in me. If... nothing unexpected, I might go there."

"Tell me when you are sure to leave, and I will see you off."

"……it is good."

(370 two)

Jiang Fan looked at Hoyle's chat page, hesitated for a moment, and sent: "Are you going to Chateau de Montferna?"

There was a long silence over there before finally replying: "...um."

Jiang Fan tried to ease the heavy atmosphere with a joke: "Are you going to play with Bradley?"

"Not to play." However, I don't know which word hit Hoyle, he was hesitant and guilty at first, and suddenly became a little annoyed and tough. "Perhaps for you, Gregory, you don't need to pay attention to other people's efforts, but we are also working hard!"

"Although the Brittany League is basically dominated by you now"

"Perhaps you will think that I left Lanzhou just to humiliate myself"

"But I want to work hard with Bradley and prove it together"

He typed fast and anxiously, before he could finish typing a paragraph, he sent it out sentence by sentence, without even stopping to add punctuation marks, and sent out three or four messages at once, not allowing Jiang Fan to interrupt.

But Jiang Fan already understood what he meant.

He froze for a moment, realizing for the first time that his own existence made his best friend feel so uncomfortable.

Looking at the "typing..." behind the other person's nickname, thinking about Hoyle's character, he probably blushed at the moment, staring at the screen, pressing the keyboard quickly, with extremely strong emotions surging in his chest, Jiang Fanbian didn't intend to argue with Hoyle any more.

He was immersed in his own emotions, no matter what Jiang Fan said, it would probably only be regarded as arrogant.

And Hoyle's personality, which never liked to argue with others, would explode such raging resentment at this moment. Presumably, the pressure must have accumulated day by day, and I don't know how much pressure has accumulated...

But Jiang Fan didn't want to watch it anymore.

He exited the private chat interface and did not return to the series of messages that Hoyle sent later.

Maybe after reading all of them, he will be able to understand Hoyle's heart knot, and maybe he will be able to calmly prescribe the right medicine and rebuild the old relationship with the other party.

But he just couldn't stay calm.

Jiang Fan understood Hoyle's thoughts, but was annoyed at the fact that his friend took his anger on him.

Really!

——What did I do wrong again?

It was rare for him to seriously consider for a second whether to block or not, but after thinking about it, how can there be friends who do not misunderstand and quarrel?

If it is really blocked, it is probably unilaterally declaring that this relationship has really broken down and giving up repairing it.

After thinking about it, although Jiang Fan was a little angry, he still didn't press that button.Just deleted Hoyle's dialog showing many unread messages.

(370 three)

"what happened?"

Murkdo no longer needs to be on crutches all the time, but he still feels a little tingling from time to time when he walks, so he walks very slowly.

After washing an apple in the kitchen, he saw his temporary cohabitant, like a salted fish who had lost his dream, collapsed on the sofa.

The recently famous Son of God was lying on his side on the sofa, wearing a simple white T-shirt and black trousers, his slender legs were curled up casually, his arms were resting on the edge of the sofa, his knuckle wrists folded down into weak Angle, the hanging fingers are like fragile jade branches.

His blond hair fell down, blocking those bright blue eyes, revealing only the lower half of his chiseled profile.

The boy's soft lips were slightly closed, and an unhappy voice came: "Hoyle has transferred."

Murk was stunned, and smiled strangely, "What do you think? Isn't it good to be by your side? It's easy to get an assist king, and it's too late for others to be hot-eyed."

The boy lying on the sofa frowned, moved his fingers, and stopped dissatisfied: "Don't say such things."

"But this is also normal." Murk sat down next to him, "It's not just me who said that, the media, fans, teammates, opponents... I'm afraid most people think so. You grew up We have never been separated in the training camp, and Hoyle is often called your follower, I thought, with his limp appearance, he might be able to endure it."

"..." Jiang Fan took a deep breath, "So he left."

"I really have a pursuit." Murkdo took a bite of the apple disapprovingly, "As expected of a young man, he is young and energetic. Players of my age don't care about these, as long as they can win."

Realizing that Jiang Fan was looking at him through his hair, the man stretched out his hand and brushed aside the blond hair scattered in front of the young man's eyes, revealing those blue eyes.

"What honors, pursuits... I just want to make money."

"..."

"Why? Is it a little unacceptable, and you feel very philistine?"

"..."

"Gregory," seeing Jiang Fan showing a hesitant look, as if he wanted to say "yes" but didn't want to be so straightforward, Merck laughed, "Don't be fooled by the brilliance of victory." Yes. This profession is cruel and desolate."

"Do you know how many talented players retired, went bankrupt in just a few years, and then fell into poverty?"

"No matter how colorful the first half of your life is, it will not help you in the second half of your life. Although the football circle is not like the entertainment circle, it is similar... The fans will forget you very quickly."

"If I were Hoyle, I would be so happy to have a genius like you by my side. The victory is guaranteed, and you have to worry about winning. Endorsement, some investment... If the salary Lan Zhou gave me is low, I can use this data to increase my value and sell myself for a lot of money. As long as I can save enough money for the rest of my life, other How can I manage so many things!"

"Ah, I'm frowning." Murk observed Jiang Fan's expression and smiled, "Why, don't you get used to it?"

"Your character is really annoying!" Jiang Fan sat up irritably.

Murk snorted, and took another bite of the apple, "It's not like I haven't tried to be a little more lovable before-but, forget it, I've never been lovable anyway."

He handed over the pitted apple he was gnawing on, and asked casually, "Do you want to eat it?"

Jiang Fan frowned and pushed his hand away, "No."

"Hey, do you still dislike it? What a squeamish young master." Mo Kedo put the apple on the coffee table, cut it in half with a fruit knife from the fruit basket, and handed over the intact half. "how about this?"

Jiang Fan hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway.

"So, look at you now. If you can win and have money, why do you care about others? After all, in this world, as long as you have money, you don't have to worry about other things at all. I feel that money can't buy you. Only elementary school students know about love and friendship—as long as you are rich enough, what is love and friendship? Don’t you think so?”

Jiang Fan stared at the apple in his hand, thought for a while and felt that he still didn't really want to eat it, so he stuffed it back into Mo Kedo's hand, and said angrily: "Don't use this kind of decadent thinking to corrode the foundation of my motherland. How are the flowers?"

"Damn, I'm comforting you, you actually said I'm rotten!? Who kindly took you in, a runaway guy, for so long and still didn't charge you half the rent?? It's me, a kind person!"

Jiang Fan glanced at him, sighed, "...I'm going to find a normal elder to explain."

He stood up and said, "I'll go home, Murkdo."

Seeing him get off the sofa and walk towards the door, Mo Kedo gave him a hard look: "As you wish!"

Hearing this tone, he seemed to be really dissatisfied. Jiang Fan, who had just walked to the entrance, paused for a moment. Looking back, he saw Murdoch biting an apple angrily. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to coax him—— Anyway, the other party is indeed kind.

He turned and went to the back of the sofa, messed up his hair, and when Mo Kedo turned his head angrily and was about to scold someone, Jiang Fan touched his cheek lightly, and said with a light smile, "I love you. "

"...Go to hell, you are so gay, you little bastard!!!"

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Qiangwei, Wang Zai, and Ai Yihu;

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