[Football] The world's first arrogant

"It's hard to imagine that they actually want to take Ann away from me?" During lunch after training the next day, Cristiano took Kaka and quietly hid at the far end of the long dining table and whispered, "Really, he Seriously? That little man next door didn't even take Ann away from me!"

Kaka looked at Cristiano suspiciously, and while rolling his pasta with a fork, he tried to figure out whether Cristiano was complaining about Neymar or showing off that Gu Bei would not leave him, "So... congratulations?"

At this time, Cristiano felt that he had left too many 'unreliable' impressions in the past, "Uh, actually I mean... I wonder if I should do something for Ann... After all , how should I put it? I just think I should do something for her. "

cough cough.

Kaka almost choked to death on a piece of bacon the size of a small fingernail in the spaghetti.

Cristiano looked at his good friend worriedly, and passed a glass of lemonade without losing the opportunity, "Are you okay?"

"Of course, don't worry, I'm fine." Kaka's rosy complexion caused by coughing has not subsided, but out of the kindness of a believer, he still claims that he is fine.

"Forget it, Richie. If I were you I wouldn't be so sure 'I'm okay'." Calcio passed behind Cristiano and Kaka with a plate of lamb chops, and chose Christie The seat next to Yano sat down - for this reason, Pepe had to be squeezed further away by Ramos after giving way to Cassie.

Cassie glanced at Ramos in disgust, then turned to continue to say to Kaka: "Little Princess Christian actually knows how to restrain herself for the sake of others. To be honest, if I tell this news to any random reporter, they probably Banging their keyboards in astonishment—it’s not a ‘don’t worry’, ‘fine’ thing.”

Kaka lowered her head and snickered at her pasta.

Cristiano saw it and pouted, "Rich! Why are you helping Icar laugh at me?"

Cassie's face suddenly clouded: Even if I'm not your manager, I'm still your captain, right?Isn't it you who should be on the same team as me?

At this time, Mr. Ramos, who stood up to save Cristiano, had to be the proven Mr. Ramos who was good at diverting Cassie's attention, "Ikar, I also think you shouldn't say that. After all, for Cristiano , Anke is not 'someone else'."

"It's very instructive." Cassie smirked at Ramos, "If you can always understand the meaning so clearly, I think I can stop worrying so much."

Ramos didn't dare to speak any more, he shrank his neck and lowered his head to silently gnaw on his beef ribs with black pepper sauce.

"Okay, what do you want to do for Miss Gu?" Kaka gave Ramos a pitiful look, then turned to ask Cristiano with a pleasant face—as if he had never been hurt by this pair the same as the eyes.

Cristiano frowned, biting the tip of his fork in distress and thinking for a long time, "I don't know... I don't want her to leave Madrid, but I feel..."

"What do you think? Tell her directly if you don't want her to go to Barcelona. Besides, doesn't Ann don't want to go either? I don't see why you have any hesitation." Cassie interjected.

"An egomaniac. He doesn't think about others at all." Cristiano made a conclusion to Cassie, and continued to explain his 'hesitation' before Cassie was about to hit someone, "Ann has done a lot for me, I Think I should give her something in return - she's kind of focused on Neymar, I think, maybe she thinks he's an opportunity for her? Like... uh, the little guy next door."

"Messi. He has his own name." Casey still seemed to be 'pleasant', "You have to learn to pronounce this word, I don't want you to go to Zurich next January in front of the media and fans all over the world , saying, 'I'm excited to compete for the Golden Globes with the little guy next door—another year, to compete'."

It's hard to say whether Cassie's words are mocking Cristiano's inability to read, or whether the two strikers are inhumanely crowding out football players from all over the world in Zurich every year.

But no matter what the situation is, he was right anyway...

Cristiano waved his hand indifferently, "That's not the point! I think Ann attaches great importance to Neymar, you know? She told me several times, so I think he should be very important to Ann."

Cassie raised his eyebrows, and cut open his lamb chops indifferently, without comment.

He doesn't know whether Neymar is important to Gu Bei, but he knows that after talking with Florentino, Gu Bei may not really hope that Neymar will really come to Real Madrid.

"Ikar, you are a child of Real Madrid and now the captain of Real Madrid. You should know what the young Mr. Neymar can bring to Real Madrid with his talent. He may become the core of the new generation of Real Madrid and lead Real Madrid to the next Era—Real Madrid has always been among the top giants in Europe in such a continuous and smooth transition." Florentino once told Cassie with such earnestness after failing to persuade Gu Bei, "Help me persuade Miss Gu, she It’s time for us to influence Mr. Neymar. After all, if Mr. Neymar comes to Real Madrid, it may also make Cristiano a lot easier.”

Cassie didn't know how much Neymar could bring to Real Madrid. At that moment, he just thought of Raul, the man who probably loved Real Madrid more than anyone still walking in the world.

The old Bernabeu is nothing but a dream.Metabolism, selling old and buying new, has always been the daily life in Madrid.

Raul left like this, and now, Florentino has even begun to prepare for Cristiano's aging.

Wealthy families are not for old age, they are the cruelest of cruelties.

Casey didn't want to deny the pattern, he was just, just putting himself in his shoes, grieving for himself ahead of time.

But he is indeed a child of Real Madrid, so he helped Florentino persuade Gu Bei.

"Ikal, I don't deny that I fantasized about Mr. Neymar coming to Real Madrid, but Mr. Florentino reminded me. I finally realized a problem, that is, I may not be able to accept that I personally help Real Madrid find a crown prince— —I used to be immersed in some kind of weird fantasy that Mr. Neymar can help Real Madrid, which is also good for Cristiano. For a long time, I didn't realize what this "future" of Neymar was equal to " Gu Bei said, "Thank you, Mr. Florentino, if he hadn't been so desperate for me to do something, I might have ignored this forever. Do you know? When I stepped out of his office door , My heart is full of hatred. I suddenly thought, why does the beloved prince of Old Trafford become a puppet king who is ready to abdicate at any time when he arrives at Real Madrid?"

"Hey!" Cristiano shook his hand in front of Cassie, trying to regain his attention, "What are you thinking? I told you just now, I think what Fabio said makes sense."

Cassie froze for a moment, then smiled apologetically at Coentraan who was sitting across from him, "I'm sorry Fabio, I was a little...uh, what did you say?"

Coentrao is not a person with a bad temper, so he repeated his words empathetically, "I said, I think Ann may just think that Neymar is very talented, plus he has a transfer scandal with Real Madrid, That's why Ann brings him up so often—perhaps, she wants to know what Cristiano thinks of him. I mean, she always cares about what Cristiano thinks, doesn't she?"

Cassie: ...

"Thank you, Fabio. 'She always cares most about what Cristiano thinks,'" Cassie said with a smile. "Thank you for stroking little Samocles' ear, he should be very comfortable now."

Everyone can know Neymar's hidden identity.

Coentrao chose Cristiano between Real Madrid and Cristiano, so he downplayed the significance of Neymar.After all, Cassie is a child of Real Madrid, and the only thing he can do in this choice is to remain silent or simply change the subject.

Kaka was supposed to be the same as Coentrao, but now he has changed his mind because he can feel that Cristiano is serious about getting a solution.

He wants to give the option back to Cristiano.

"After the last national team training period, a friend of mine told me about Neymar." Kaka said slowly, "He said that Neymar didn't seem to have decided where he was going, but he was very interested in Real Madrid. There is a little concern... er, to be precise, his father has some concerns."

Cassie realized something and said nothing.

But he didn't notice it for a while, and Ramos poked his head out from his side and asked Kaka: "What concerns? Does he think Madrid's nights are not colorful enough?"

The people around the long table were strangely quiet for a while, and then buried themselves in eating hard together, not daring to look at Cassie's face.

Perhaps because he was worried that the Real Madrid restaurant would become the scene of a bloodbath, Kaka still forced himself to raise his head after ten seconds, "Uh, his father...was a little worried about the locker room relationship...you know, the media is good at demonizing the Real Madrid locker room."

"Is it demonizing Cristiano?" Ramos was hopelessly talkative.

"For God's sake! Sergio! Shut up if you don't know what to say?"

Amid Cassie's unbearable roar, Cristiano quietly asked Kaka, "Really? I thought he had already decided to go to Barcelona... Rich, tell me, if I can get him to eliminate this concern Real Madrid, so Ann and I are happy?"

"Cristiano?" Kaka didn't expect Cristiano to make such a choice, "You know this..."

"I know, Ricky, I know what you think it is. But it doesn't matter." Cristiano waved his hand. "He is not my opponent, and he can't be my opponent. I don't care about anyone except the Argentine."

"He can't take anything from me."