your teammate

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"Whatever, that's not the point."

"This is!"

Ramos glanced at Pique inexplicably, wondering, isn't it me who is asking for a crime?Sighing, "It's not impossible for you to engage in these small tricks, but can you use your brain when you do things and speak? Is it the same thing for them to think about it and say it to you? Do you want to tell the whole world that I love you so much that you are loved?" Satisfied only when I become a cat? Have you thought about how it will end after that, I lose face, and you can't get anything good."

God, Sergio Ramos can actually teach others to use their brains, this must be told to Cassie and Puyol.

Pique missed the channel at all, and forgot about the anger he was about to send just now, and asked in a daze, "What's the deal? What's the face? Besides, you've already kissed me in front of the whole world, so I don't need to say it? ??"

Damn this guy is actually playing dumb.

Ramos has already endured a meal, which has exceeded his (not high) tolerance limit, "Yes, yes, the whole world knows that I like you, you are very proud-I really think When you said you dumped me, I was the only one who would lose face? Did you not consider the influence of the team?"

"Why did I dump you?" This time it was Pique's turn to be inexplicably angry at the other party, and it was almost funny, "Tell me first, who is the one who ran away after sleeping?"

"..." The person who was poked in the sore foot stared blankly.

Pique scratched his head, "I don't want to settle old scores with you. After I came back, my club has been checking and there is no news, and your club may not be useful. Your current situation cannot be separated from people. After a long time, they will always find us. together."

"Who said I want to be with you, I lived very comfortably before you came!"

"That's a pity, now I don't have your [Chris], nor your favorite [pink] cat climbing frame." Peake didn't sound regretful at all.

"I have the key to his house! I can still live in Carvajal and Isco's house! Go now! Get out of the way!" Ramos reached out to open the door handle behind Pique.

The arm was grabbed.

"You can't go to them." Pique was not afraid of Ramos' fierce stare, "Let the so-called Madridista raise a cat like you? Ha, think for yourself.—But you It's useless to think about anything, I'll take you back tomorrow."

Back to where.

Of course it's Barcelona.

The person whose arm was caught in a dilemma turned pale for an instant.

Pique is still talking there, although you are from Real Madrid, but your cat is my cat and other nonsense, Ramos can't listen to a sentence, how long has he changed back to human, If this continues, will he have to obey every request of Pique?

It would be better to just be a cat honestly.

Peake’s hand was empty, and the person in front of him suddenly disappeared. The kitten jumped out of the T-shirt that fell out of thin air, and flew out through the gap under the door. trace.

run away a cat

Obviously when Pique said "you can't go to them", he was thinking not only of Carvajal and Isco, but of all Ramos' teammates, even the national team teammates.

This is what Ramos Meow realized when he wanted to rush back to the dinner table in the form of a cat and find a teammate who was willing to claim him, but for some reason he couldn't run into the sight of his teammates.

Ah, what a pain to comprehend.

So one thing is certain, no matter what the motive is, Peake's attitude is very firm. He is not joking when he says that he wants to take the cat away-of course even if he is joking, a certain cat can't refuse.

So Pique must not be caught.

Ramos turned around nimbly, avoided Pique's direction and ran into the kitchen, and slipped out through the back door.

This is a completely wrong choice.

Of course it's all his fault Pique.

Fuck meow Pique.

To his meow Barcelona.

Fuck the ugly red and blue color scheme.

Dare to be more eye-catching?

Dare to be a little more annoying?

Ramos cursed ten thousand times in his heart when he had to jump up and down and run wildly when he was chased by several children who were obviously Madridists throwing stones in the alley.

He should be thankful that he turned his aggrieved into a full appetite before, at least now he has the strength to run long distances.

However to no avail.

And a little nauseated.

No matter how nimble the kitten is, his legs are only so long, not to mention that he doesn't have the advantage of familiar territory that wild cats and dogs usually have in this situation. Ramos was quickly blocked in a dead end.

A few kids are just bears, not bad enough, they didn't really come forward to do anything to the kitten who had nowhere to escape, they just threw stones around there and scolded Barcelona, ​​including but not limited to "put the cat Is your owner an idiot for dyeing this color?" "Anyway, anyone who likes Barcelona is an idiot." "This is Madrid, go back to Catalonia" and so on.

If it is not that he is the target of the attack, considering that the person being scolded is Pique, Ramos still agrees with most of the speeches (of course the part about the "master" is excluded).

But this is just a joy in bitterness. In fact, Ramos was exhausted during the escape process. He finally insisted on dodging left and right for a while, and then he had no energy to move, and he didn't care about how dirty he was, so he went straight to the spot Curl up in a ball, with your back facing outward, trying to protect your belly and head.

The pain made him unconscious, so he could only curse silently in his heart.

- This cat is ugly

——Yes, this color is ugly

——Aesthetics like red and blue bars have problems

——Yes, there is a problem with Pique’s aesthetics

- The owner of the cat must be an idiot

——Yes, Pique is an idiot

——Those who like Barcelona are not good people

——Yes, Pique is an idiot

— Lost such a small cat, its owner sucks

——Yes, Pique is an idiot, (does it take so long to find this distance)

——But no one has found it until now, and it may have been lost

- Yes, Pique is

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……

……

Oh lost me.

Right.

Anyway, all that should be shown off has been shown off, why is there any need to really raise a cat.

Anyway, as I said at the beginning, it is impossible to lift the curse.

Who is it that never gives up?

The kitten curled itself up tighter.

It hurts.

Those places where pebbles hit.

I never cared about it in the past, but it really hurts the kitten.

And he didn't even know what else to expect except that the children would be bored and go away by themselves.

I never cared about it in the past, but when I realized it, it really hurt.

When Pique found Ramos, the brats were running away, and he had no time to care about the brave little Madridists who noticed who he was and walked away, yelling at him and provoking something.

In all his attention, there was only the picture of the dirty kitten curled up motionless in the dark alley.

"Sergi..."

The tall Catalan squatted down next to the kitten, calling his name, and stretched out his hand not daring to touch it.

It's not that he doesn't want to confirm a certain possibility, but he simply doesn't accept that he dared to have this possibility in his mind.

About a century has passed.

In fact, it may only be a few seconds.

The tips of the kitten's ears trembled, slowly stretched its limbs, turned its face and looked up at Pique, then turned back, and continued to climb up with slow movements.

The person who had been holding his breath finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you okay? Can you move?"

The kitten meowed slightly.

Pique woke up like a dream, almost trembling his hands and using the most careful strength in his life, he wrapped the kitten into the clothes that Ramos had left behind and hugged him up.

The kitten rolled and struggled weakly inside, meowing urgently.

"I was wrong, forgive me please sese, if we don't go, I... will take you home! Let's go back to your home!"

The kitten calmed down, and gave him a noncommittal look, that look probably had nothing to do with forgiveness or belief, it was just a self-defeating "whatever, anyway, you have the final say."

Peake found that what he was holding was so light and heavy that he couldn't speak a word when facing the kitten with closed eyes.

fix a cat

"Sese, let me see how your injury is doing."

This obviously does not refer to kittens.

Ramos meowed and adjusted his posture, without even looking at the person who had just put him on the bed.

Pique scratched his hair, knelt down by the bed so that he could be on the same level as the other party, and reiterated helplessly, "Sergio, I'm not discussing with you, you have to show me."

The kitten turned to look at him unwillingly, and every movement of turning around seemed to be very difficult.

Pique quickly stopped, "You don't need to move, just look at me." Then he lowered his head and leaned over, kissing me lightly.

He was full of guilt and kissed eagerly, but he didn't notice that the kitten closed its eyes almost in despair.

He still couldn't refuse him.

What appeared on the big bed was Ramos, naked and curled up.

For Pique, almost the moment his lips were pressed, he felt two soft and trembling lips.

Yes, how worried he was, how helpless Ramos should be.

Without thinking, he maintained the posture of kneeling beside the bed, deepening the kiss.He kissed tenderly, using his own lips to smooth out the trembling, and the tip of his tongue almost cautiously slid across the teeth to touch the other's retracted tongue.

But the kissed person does not return