Just A Bit Wrong

Zach Hardaway is a tyrant.

Tristan, staring at the unappetizing lump of mush on his plate, was convinced, at least at this moment, that Zack was a tyrant.

"I don't eat this," he said. "Give me back the hot dog." In fact, he didn't really want to eat the hot dog that much, but protesting was still necessary. This was a matter of principle.

"No," Zach said. "You've had enough of this unhealthy food."

"I just happen to like unhealthy food. You can't kill someone just by eating a hot dog."

"You can't die from one, but Lydia told me you have either fast food or sweets on the menu."

Tristan raised his chin slightly. "So what? I'm young, my metabolism is fast, and I'm training every day—well, I used to be training every day—"

"You'll appreciate me when you're older," Zach said. "Not only does regular hot dog consumption lead to high blood pressure and high cholesterol, consumption of processed meat increases the risk of diabetes, cardiovascular disease, and several types of cancer. In fact, eating one hot dog a day doubles the risk of colorectal cancer." Raise twenty—”

"I really feel sorry for your fiancee. This woman is too pitiful to marry a boring man like you."

"Strange," Zach said with a smile. "A week ago, Donna told me she was the luckiest woman in the world."

"She's out of her mind," Tristan complained, prodding at the paste with his fork. "Also, I hate you."

"I didn't come to your house to make friends with you," Zach said. "Now, eat well."

Tristan scrunches his face angrily - and starts to eat.

***

Three days later, Tristan stormed into the team doctor's office.

"You fired him for me."

Dr. Jared Sheldon lifted his eyes from his computer.

Despite Tristan's annoyance, he couldn't help but stare at the doctor as before.With deep blue eyes, black hair and a perfectly contoured face, Jared Sheldon was without a doubt the most handsome man Tristan had ever met.But handsome or not, this time it's all Jared's fault for hiring Zach.

"What are you doing here?" Jared said. "Does it still hurt when you walk?"

"Pain is pain, but..."

"Then you should get some rest," Jared said. "Any activity that causes pain or discomfort should stop immediately. That's the first rule."

"That's what he said," Tristan whispered. "I want you to kick him out."

Jared leaned back in his chair, watched him patiently and said. "I assume you mean your new physical therapist?"

"Who else could it be? Fire him for me."

"why?"

Tristan put his hands in his pockets, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.He had to bite his tongue to stop yelling at Zach with all kinds of nasty words.Contrary to Zack's perception of him, Tristan is not the type to be accommodated at all times.It was Zach's fault that he was so boyish and wayward.God, he really hated this feeling. "I do not like him."

"I don't think that's a good reason," Jared said, "You know, we're short of people right now..."

"I'm the most promising player on the team." Tristan smiled at him. "It will be in your interest to get me back on track as quickly as possible. Isn't that what you do, Jared?"

Jared narrowed his eyes. "Of course I know what my role is. I'm in charge of the rehabilitation of all the players in this club and no one is entitled to special treatment. Our physiotherapists are overworked because of the extensive injuries in the first team, reserve team and junior team. .”

"but……"

"Tristan," Jared interrupted, steadying him with his eyes. "I asked Zach Hardaway to help you, he gave me face. He is the best physical therapist and fitness trainer in Europe. You are lucky that he agreed to come and help. Usually it is not possible , because he is very marketable."

Tristan scoffed. "It's no wonder that idiot always looks like he can't do it."

Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you want to get fit before the end of the season and get selected for the England national team, you have to listen to him. Also, let me put it up front, you can't hire another physio ... as long as Zach If you don't think you're fit enough to play, I won't let you play. I've worked so hard to find you the best physical therapist, you can't just let me fire him because you don't like it." Jerry De's voice softened. "We're all for your own good, Tristan."

Tristan gritted his teeth.In other words, Jared meant to put him through it.However, if he thought that saying this would force Tristan to give up, he would be very wrong.Tristan hadn't been the type to be pushed around since he was a kid, and he certainly isn't now.

Tristan weighed it in his mind.He didn't want to do this at first, but in extraordinary times, only extraordinary means can be used.

"If you don't fire him," Tristan said softly. "Someone will accidentally find out about you fucking my brother. It's a pity that his career will be ruined.

Jared's body froze, and the hand holding the pen was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Tristan felt a pang of regret.He likes Jared.Jared had always been nice to him, even though Gabe was always sniffing at Jared about what a hypocrite he was.

In the end, his behavior just now proved that Gabe's evaluation of him was absolutely correct.

Jared looked at him no longer with gentle eyes, which made Tristan regret it even more.Did he do something wrong?

"Okay, you," a familiar voice came from behind. "Are you going to blackmail others, brat?"

Tristan pursed his lips, and he turned his head, glaring at Zach angrily.

Zach walked into the office, looking at Tristan sternly with steel gray eyes. "Why don't you rest in bed? I've made it clear."

Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Confession? Are you an order?"

"Exactly," Zach said, not at all. "I have something to say to Jared. You go out and wait for me."

This man is quite fat.

Tristan shot him a defiant look.Zach looked back at him leisurely.Tristan was so angry that he didn't know what kind of temperament this man had, which made him inexplicably want to obey his orders.He is very upset now.

Tristan rushed out of the office—well, that's what he planned to do anyway—but his groin hurt when he tried.Tristan couldn't help snorting, he squeezed his groin with his hands, and slowed down. "Shut up," he called back behind him.

"I didn't say anything," Zach sneered at him. "It's just that if you can listen to me carefully and don't act like a brat all day long, your recovery speed will be twice as fast as it is now."

"I hate you," Tristan replied sincerely, before slamming the door and leaving.

Walking out of Jared's office, Tristan slumped lazily on the sofa.Now, apart from being angry, he felt more confused.What happened to him?Tristan Dewar never obeyed anyone, nor would he let others make him run around.Coaxing others with sweet words and controlling others has always been his forte, and everyone is quite fond of it.So why would he let a bossy moron decide for him what can and can't be done?Zach told him to wait outside, which he did like a good kid.It's unbelievable.

Tristan was annoyed because he didn't understand what he was doing.According to the standards of ordinary people, he is basically a person with no sense of morality. If someone asks him, he will definitely admit it without hesitation.What's wrong with telling a harmless lie?Anyway, you can get what you want.Tristan has always been very honest with himself, something he has always been quite proud of.He knew what he wanted, and he never lied to himself about it.

But this time he was really dumbfounded.He almost doesn't know himself anymore.He acts like a... stupid kid.From the moment he met Zach Hardaway, he started making mistakes.At this point, the wisest thing to do would be to be friendly with Zach from the start.It's better to be polite than tough: that's basically Tristan's motto.But after meeting Zach, he was always led by his temper, and he didn't have a clue about his mouth.Not only is it stupid, it's short-sighted, and Tristan isn't stupid or short-sighted -- at least not usually.

The sound of footsteps interrupted Tristan's contemplation, and he looked up to see Gabriel coming.He barely suppressed a sigh, Gabe was his adoptive brother, and also a thorn in his side, a thorn in his flesh.

"What are you doing here?" Gabriel glanced at Jared's office door, then looked suspiciously at Tristan.

"I just had five hundred rounds with Dr. Sheldon."

"Dogs can't get ivory out of their mouths," Gabe said, rolling his eyes, before walking in...his lover?Boy friend?good buddies?in the office.Tristan couldn't figure out Gabe and Jared's relationship, it was an eerily close, close-to-codependent relationship that felt weird and unhealthy.Of course, they were finally hooked up now, and Tristan was almost relieved to hear the news—at least it made it easier to define their relationship.Tristan doesn't quite understand why Jared is interested in his brother, but he's not blind.It is absolutely a miracle that their relationship has not been discovered until now.After all, every time Tristan sees Jared and Gabe, they love each other to death, which makes people sick.

Tristan shook his head.No matter how handsome Jared Sheldon was, Gabe the idiot was betting his future on it.They are professional soccer players whose every move cannot escape the public eye.Because the risk of passively coming out is too great, Tristan always takes extra care when dating.To be in a real relationship with a man is a footballer's death sentence.Ha, but that's Gabe's problem, not Tristan's.If the little idiot wants to trade his future for a cock, that's his own choice.

Tristan glanced again at the door to Jared's office.

Well, he had waited long enough.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and poked his head in.

In the office, Zach is chatting with Jared and Gabe.

"What the hell?" Tristan said. "You left me waiting outside just to chat? I won't accompany you, my lord."

"My business is over," Zach said. "Now we can go.

Tristan's eyes flicked to the wedding invitations on the desk.

"If you send it over, you'll have it," he said, striding away.

"Slow down, kid," Zach called to him from behind. "If you hurt yourself again, I won't carry you away again."

Tristan ignored him.He couldn't explain why, but his mood was getting worse and worse.

After a few steps, Zach caught up with him.He grabbed Tristan's arm, forcing him to slow down. "Are you talking bad about me, huh?"

"Yeah," Tristan said viciously, but when he met passers-by, he put on a happy smile and waved hello. "Hey!"

Zach was amused by him. "You're like a chameleon."

"Thank you," Tristan said.

"I'm not complimenting you."

Tristan smiled back. "I know."

Zach's eyes linger on him for a moment, then look away.

When they left the office building, the March wind howled, and Tristan's face was numb.

"Pull up your coat," Zack said.

Tristan pulled his coat back up.He wasn't listening to Zach, it was really too cold outside. "Are you this considerate of all your patients? Or am I just getting shit lucky?"

Zach raised the corners of his mouth and showed a faint smile. "I treat all patients equally, but you have brought out my harshest side."

Strangely enough, Tristan was quite happy to hear that.