football's most handsome

Casillas doesn't even have the courage to look back now.

In normal times, Juan would not care about where the clothes he changed would go, because judging from the education Juan received from childhood, the clothes he wore once basically had no chance of appearing again—this Thanks also to Sister Eugenia, if it weren't for her, Casillas would not have taken advantage of this loophole and secretly hid his clothes.

When he first hid his jersey, his hands were sweaty and his heart was beating so fast.

He even thought about it, if Juan found out that the jersey was missing, he would beat him to death and refuse to admit it, but fortunately, someone seemed to have never noticed it, so his actions became more aggressive.

And at that time, the two of them were in an incompatible relationship, and no one would have thought that he would steal Juan's jersey.

For a long time, no one noticed such actions, and then his actions began to be blatant, and he even suspected that he had a collection habit—or a quirk of collecting someone's clothes.

After the two of them got together, he began to go to Juan's house often, and he never tired of running every time.

Every time he went there, he would secretly come back with a suit of clothes, and then secretly hide them in his closet...Thanks to him for not bringing any clothes with him every time he went, and also thanking someone for his clothes seemed to be He didn't take it very seriously, he didn't seem to realize that the cabinet was full of his clothes...

But honestly, finding out about the jersey and his little mind is bad enough.

Juan is still standing behind him, not knowing what his expression is, but Casillas has a lot of ways.

He took a deep breath: "Aren't we all drunk last night?"

"Hmm." Juan behind him responded in a tone of "you make it up, keep making it up".

"I might go crazy when I'm drunk, right? Also, we didn't watch that movie last night, so maybe I was just impulsive..."

"You want to say that you arranged your clothes like this when you were sleepwalking last night?" Juan's voice behind him sounded like a smile.

Casillas was speechless.

——Juan Diaz, his sleep is very light, although it is not so exaggerated that he will wake up with a little movement, but such big actions as getting up and tidying his clothes can still wake him up easily.

Casillas couldn't say a word for a long time, and he didn't even know that the game was about to start again. Juan laughed twice, turned and went back to the closet, sounding like he didn't want to pursue this matter any more. .

Casillas breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to play two games to calm down, but he heard Juan snort. Casillas suddenly felt that something bad happened. Casillas turned his head suddenly and saw Huan Ann pulled a tie from the locker.

"This tie..." Juan frowned, and Casillas looked at him nervously, not daring to take a breath.

After hesitating for a while, Juan said "ah": "Did it fall when I came to your house last time?"

Casillas was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief and nodded quickly: "Yes, that's how it is!"

Juan nodded, and looked at the clothes inside again: "I don't even remember, so use this one."

"Ah?" The Spanish goalkeeper hesitated for a while, "Why don't I get you a new one..."

"Why?" Juan was a little surprised. He lowered his head and stroked the tie. It was very smooth, and it seemed to be well preserved.

"..." Casillas opened his mouth, and immediately came up with an excellent reason: "I haven't washed this tie all this time!"

Sure enough, there was no better reason than this, Juan immediately put down his tie, and then spread his hands: "Come and find me a new one."

"Are you going to die if you don't wear a tie? Wait a minute, don't search! I'll just find it for you!!" Casillas was almost scared to death by him, and if he rummaged through all the things in his cabinet What should I do if I come out?

Not to mention how embarrassing it is, at least he is still a little afraid of being considered a pervert by Juan...

Then again, why is this person so obsessed with ties?It seems that from a very young age, as long as he didn't play football, he would wear a shirt, a suit and many ties in a regular manner.

It is precisely because of this incompatibility that Juan was often excluded by everyone in La Fabrica before, but after all, he was still young, all teenagers, and after a few fights, he looked like something. like.

After all, boys, it is also very easy to quickly establish friendship.

Fortunately, Casillas still had two ties here, but when he found them, Juan's first reaction was to frown.

"Why is this color..."

"What?" Casillas squeezed his tie and smiled brightly at him.

Juan was silent for a while, and said with difficulty: "It's pretty good."

He discovered that, in fact, taste has nothing to do with sexual orientation... Moreover, the taste in clothes and the taste in people are completely different things!

The tie is so black in the hand, people who don't know it think it is a snake!

After changing, Juan kicked Casillas: "Hurry up and change."

"Why?" Casillas was a little reluctant, after all, he still likes to stay at home and play games...

"Go to the boss to see the situation, don't you want to go?" When Juan said this, although his expression and voice were full of worry, Casillas only felt that his eyes were dark.

...He seemed to see someone's little devil's tail flicking happily.

"Since I'm going to the boss and the others, I don't need to dress too formally, just casual." Casillas subconsciously looked at Juan twice more.

Juan was dressed very formally. Although it was just everyday clothes for him, for Casillas, he basically only dressed up when he attended important events.

"You can wear whatever you want." Juan also expressed that he has no opinion. After all, it is just a habit for him to dress like this. He has been used to this kind of dressing since he was a child. It might be a little uncomfortable to ask him to change into other clothes Get used to it.

"..." Casillas was silent for a while, "Why don't you change into something more casual?"

Always dressed so abstinently, not to mention other people or Juan's fanatical fans, even he might not be able to control it...

"No, this kind of outfit is pretty good." Juan didn't know what Casillas said, but he could still hear the weird taste in it. "Doesn't that look bad?"

"No, no..." Casillas didn't know how to speak, but after holding back for a while, he decided to give up.

He didn't want to annoy Juan's mother and daughter because of such a thing. Thinking about it now, those two supported him 100%... Although thinking about it now, it feels weird, why did these two support him?

Don't think about things that you don't understand. This is his usual habit, so he put the matter behind him after being silent for a while: "Go out for a while, I have to get dressed."

"Why?" Juan tilted his head, "Why should I go out?"

"..." Casillas couldn't say it, he felt uncomfortable seeing Juan right now? "Maybe my mother is doing something delicious down there. How about you go down and stay with her first?"

Casillas' mother, Maria, cooks well, and what's even more rare is that she doesn't have heavy oil and seasoning like ordinary Spanish cuisine, and she cooks very lightly for the athletes in the family.

But I don't know how this lady did it. She can make such a light dish that everyone wants to eat. It's not that Juan is bragging, but he just watched Raul and Portillo fight for a piece. Flesh and almost staring - that's Portillo!

Portillo who usually keeps Raul at a respectful distance more than anyone else!

When he heard that Aunt Maria was cooking delicious food down there, Juan's eyes lit up for a moment, but he still hesitated: "Do you want me to wait for you?"

In fact, they should have gone down a long time ago, but it was Juan who habitually went downstairs to read the newspaper first, and the two stayed upstairs for such a long time.

But it was also because of this period of stay that Juan's hair was dry, and the blond hair fell down very smoothly, as if someone had cut a section of the sun and gently draped it over his shoulders.

Casillas was fascinated for a while, but when Juan's voice sounded again, he immediately regained his senses and coughed lightly: "No, you go downstairs first, I will be fine later."

"Understood." Juan didn't think there was anything strange, after all, he would go down now, anyway, people wouldn't run away, right?

After he went out, Casillas was also liberated to another degree. When Juan changed his clothes before, he took a shower in it and "tied up" himself. After the thrilling to him just now, he was relieved now.

... All in all, try not to let Juan notice this cabinet when you get along with him in the future...

Subconsciously, he walked to the cabinet and reached out to fiddle with the clothes inside.

Every piece is ironed and neat, some of them are indeed not washed, and some of the jerseys even have grass and mud on them.

He was afraid that this secret would be discovered if he took it back to wash, and he was also afraid that if he washed it, the clothes would lose Juan's breath...

He packed every jersey here secretly in a sealed bag. As a man, it is rare for him to be so meticulous, and compared to the styles in his other cabinets, this The cabinets are obviously more tidy, even a little obsessive-compulsive.

Fortunately, this person didn't seem to notice at all.

However, just when Casillas thought that there would be no side effects, and took a deep breath while holding the jersey with the shirt inside, the door of the room was pushed open again.

"Igor, Aunt Maria asked me to ask you..." Juan squinted his eyes and exclaimed "Wow". "It turns out that you told me to go down first to do this kind of thing."

"Then what, I'm not, I'm just, uh..." Casillas can't wait to turn his head and jump out of the window now, it's really embarrassing! !

At the beginning, he was still glad that the clothes in the closet were not found, but now this person...

I see, even worse scenes...

Juan didn't say a word about his panic, he just walked into the room and quickly closed and locked the door.

"Uh, that, Juan...?" Casillas was a little nervous, he was going to be beaten, right? !

Juan quickly leaned over, and he immediately closed his eyes tightly.

The expected pain didn't hit, and he could even feel that this person had stopped close to him, observing him carefully.

It's over, at this time he will definitely be regarded as a pervert, or something bad...

In fact, Juan originally just wanted to tease Casillas. After all, he is so funny when he is in a hurry, and everyone knows that he likes to play pranks the most. How could he miss such an opportunity?

But the person in front of him showed such an expression, and his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were also tightly pursed.

Even his eyelashes were trembling.

Juan suddenly didn't want to tease him anymore. He bent down to look at the man's nervous appearance, waited and waited but couldn't wait for him to open his eyes. Juan sighed and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

At the beginning, Casillas didn't even react, his subconscious nerves tensed up, but before he opened his mouth to say anything, something warm and soft leaned against him.

Casillas' mind exploded with a "boom", even more excited than he saved a penalty kick that must be scored-at this moment, he had no idea, he could only subconsciously clenched The clothes in my own hands.

When the lips and teeth left, Juan noticed that he was holding the clothes all the time. He first sighed softly to divert his attention: "Igor."

"..." The person in front of him opened his mouth.

Juan looked at him very calmly: "The clothes are going to be torn."

When Casillas lowered his head subconsciously, Juan stretched out his hand and rumpled the hair on his head. Casillas's hair was originally fluffy, and it became even more messy after rubbing it like this.

But he himself didn't notice anything wrong. He raised his head and stared at Juan, as if he wanted to see something. Juan couldn't help but smiled and patted his cheek: "Aunt Maria asked if you want What sauce."

"Just the same taste as usual..." Casillas' voice seemed to be floating in the sky.

Juan nodded. In order not to irritate him, he didn't do much, but took two steps back and left directly, leaving him alone here in a daze.

It took about 10 minutes for Casillas to come down, and by this time the conversation downstairs was already in full swing.

From the past, his family has liked Juan very much, or in other words, none of their parents didn't like Juan.

Obviously he often puts on an iceberg face, but that's why he likes those who are slightly older.

Casillas was puzzled, but he didn't need to understand, after all, he didn't know how he fell in love with him...

Juan had obviously seen him, turned his head and smiled and said good morning to him, Casillas forced a smile, walked over to sit down, picked up the milk to quench his thirst, and didn't pay attention to whose cup it was: "You guys Are you talking about something funny?"

"We're talking about newspaper headlines," Juan wrote lightly.

"Puff—cough cough cough..." When he raised his head, his face was full of horror, but he couldn't say a word because the milk was choking on his throat.

"Don't get excited, I've already explained it clearly." Juan patted him on the back to comfort him, but he was even more frightened.

Today's two newspaper headlines are incredible! !

But seeing that Juan was so calm, he finally sat down suspiciously, and lightly touched Juan: "What did you say?"

Juan looked at him in surprise: "I didn't say anything... That flower was indeed bought by me as a gift for you, right?"

"Yes..." Casillas nodded.

"Guti did drink too much, didn't he?"

"yes……"

"Then Morientes is going to send Raul, we are both drunk, so Redondo can only send Guti back, right?"

"That's right..."

"When you're drunk, you need someone to unbuckle your seat belt, right?"

"..." Casillas felt that what he said made sense, "Yeah, I don't know what these media reporters think, but to write such a report is simply insane."

"That's right," Juan's entire face was full of worry, "Let's go to their side to have a look later, I don't know if they have seen this headline, God bless Guti is still alive..."

Casillas' family also knew about Guti and Redondo's past—in fact, even Meilinger knew about it, ahem...so they were also very worried about Guti's safety.

Although the club itself doesn't like Guti very much, in fact, among the crowd of Real Madrid, Guti's voice is still very high. , A child without any heart, who would hate him?

Thinking that the Bernabéu Golden Wolf might be directly beaten to death in his own home because of a newspaper headline at this moment, Casillas' parents were very worried, even thinking about keeping Juan to continue talking No more, coaxing the two of them directly, and hurrying to find Guti.

When he went out to start the car, Casillas was still feeling emotional: "I don't know why they are so nervous about Guti, as if the boss would really beat Guti to death."

Juan reversed the car smoothly, and he just smiled when he heard her say this: "After all, they don't know what the relationship between these two people is, do they?"

According to Redondo's past character, it is very possible that Guti was beaten to death like this, especially when the two people are still living together nearby.

But when the two of them arrived, Redondo and Guti were happily having breakfast, and they were a little surprised to see them coming so quickly: "Why are you here so early, did you not have breakfast?"

"..." The two looked at each other, "We have already eaten, who made what you two ate?"

Guti laughed: "You know..."

The two of them did understand, after all, it was famous for someone not being able to cook, so this surprised them even more.

Redondo went to the kitchen? !

Thinking of this, even Juan looked at Guti's expression a little bit wrong.

——He just said, when this kid opened the door, why did he have an uncontrollable expression on his face!

Redondo sat at the dining table with a calm face. I don't think he saw the happy (silly) smile (smile) on someone's face. When he saw the two of them coming in, he nodded at them: "Come on .”

I don't know why, but it was a plain greeting, and Juan seemed to hear a hint of killing intent from his tone.

...He has been very stable recently, he hasn't done anything, right?

Although Juan didn't know what he had done, he still knew to be good, so after sitting down, he eagerly poured the boss a cup of tea.

The big guy didn't say a word, he just ate his breakfast quietly, while Guti and Casillas on the side had already started discussing their afternoon affairs——

Although it is said to be breakfast at the moment, it is actually no different from brunch. After eating, they will be sent to the airport, and then Juan and the others will return to La Coruña, and they will continue to train.

Tsk, no matter how you think about it, you are not happy.

But there is no way to do it, after all, he is a professional player, isn't he?

Originally, Juan was still worried about what happened, but after a while, even Raul and Morientes came together, which seemed a bit unscientific?

Juan and Casillas looked at each other and decided to wait and see.

Those two people were also for the headlines of the newspaper. As soon as Raul sat down, he couldn't help but said, "Boss, you asked us to come here on purpose. Is there any trouble?"

"It's not troublesome." Redondo frowned and thought for a while, and finally spoke under the inexplicable gazes of several people. "...I'm just curious, why did you go back so safely, and you weren't even mentioned in the newspaper?"

When it comes to this, even Juan and Casillas are a little curious. After all, these two people were indeed the hardest hit areas reported by the media in the past, but they drove home alone last night, and there was nothing in the newspaper. mentioned!

Is there any secret to this?

Even Morientes felt a little embarrassed when he mentioned this: "Actually, it's not a secret... We just swaggered in and out of a nightclub together yesterday, and then molested a few girls in it."

Indeed, if things turned out to be two buddies hanging out at nightclubs together, it would certainly not be as exciting as Redondo and Guti kissing or Juan Diaz having a little girlfriend!

"...That is to say, after the two of you drank at my house yesterday, you went to the nightclub to drink again?"

Casillas was a little stunned. After all, he also knew that these two people only drink like that. They were a little drunk when they left his house. Who knew that these two people actually went out for a while?

Juan couldn't believe it, but he quickly realized: "The two of you really just went to the nightclub to sit and sit, but you didn't drink at all, right?"

"Of course." Morientes smiled, "We both drink like that. If we really continue to drink, maybe something will happen later."

Redondo, who had been silent for a long time, said at this time: "So the real reason why the two of you have not been reported is that...you have diverted the media's attention?"

"Yes." Raul nodded generously, "Especially at this time, and you guys are helping us cover, how could we still be noticed?"

……

Indeed, the relationship between Raul and Morientes has always been very good. This is something that everyone knows. It is not too common for them to go to a nightclub together, right?

What's more, the situation on Redondo Guti and Juan's side is a little more complicated.

"Were you surrounded by reporters on the road when you came?" Redondo suddenly remembered something, and turned to ask Juan.

"Yes." Juan nodded, and not just one or two...

Both he and Casillas were taken aback when they came out. Their house was completely surrounded inside and out, let alone driving out, even people might not be able to squeeze out.

The main reason is that Redondo was involved this time, so why are the media so excited?

Juan and Iker Casillas cooperated very well with the media's actions this time. The two of them answered a lot of questions from the media at the door. Whether it was about the team or about future plans, the two of them answered every detail up.

——Only in the face of issues related to Redondo and Guti, Casillas was vague, and Juan was more straightforward.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I can be sure of one thing, if you dare to ask the boss, just wait to be beaten by him."

The media reporters were speechless.

Of course they knew that if they asked in the past, they would be beaten by the boss, otherwise, what are they doing standing here now?

Wasn't it because he didn't dare to ask the boss directly, so he could only make sidelines? !

"However, these media reporters are very easy to deal with. Basically, we only need to roll up the windows and call the security guards to come over." Juan concluded, "So we came here smoothly."

Redondo nodded, and turned to Raul and the others: "What about you?"

"The two of us encountered some troubles when we came here, but it's not worth mentioning." Raul smiled.

Generally, if he said things that were not worth mentioning, there must be some troubles, but he just didn't want them to know.

Everyone present knew Raul's routine, but they all kept silent tacitly.

Because they believe in Raul very much, they know that since he dared to say that, then he has full confidence to solve this matter, and it is very likely that this matter has been resolved on the spot, but there is really nothing to say That's all.

"In order to avoid further trouble from the media," Redondo rubbed his temples, "We will also share a car when we leave later, just like today, or we have six people and three cars, which is also very convenient .”

So he hated the media from a long time ago!

These Argentines actually hate the media very much. From the beginning recently, they hoped to concentrate on playing football and enjoy the happiness brought by football.

What they hope to have is pure football, not commercial football, so although Redondo appreciates Beckham's dedication, he is still somewhat unimpressed with his own existence.

After all, this man is the beginning of commercial football, isn't he?

"When we go out, there is actually nothing to worry about, because if the few of us go out together, we won't talk so much, and then everyone will be more affectionate to each other..."

Raul coughed lightly: "Don't look at me Guti like that, I really just think this is more appropriate, and it's just for show, it's not really that someone wants to grab your Redondo, understand?"

Being told so bluntly by his friend, the Bernabeu Golden Wolf, who was still trying to stare at people, turned red all of a sudden, and was about to jump up and fight Raul for [-] rounds on the spot—anyway, the chances of them usually fighting are only There are already many, and now there is no reason to add one more reason!

However, it was obvious that there was someone present at the scene, and this fight would not be able to start. Redondo patted Guti on the shoulder and said, "Stop making trouble", and the person who had been barking his teeth just sat down obediently. Come down, be smarter than anyone else.

"Okay, since that's the case, then we don't have anything to do externally." Redondo looked around at everyone and clapped his hands, "Then we're going to settle the internal affairs now."

"What's going on inside us?" Raul blinked his eyes in a daze. After all, he really couldn't think of anything that he could offend the boss.

—But Juan might be possible?

While thinking this way, he turned his head to look at Juan, only to be surprised to find that the other person's face was also blank.

Seeing that no one in front of him seemed to want to confess, Redondo frowned.

"Since none of you have anything to say, I'm here to ask."

The Argentine slowly extended one of his fingers.

"First, who exactly is going to persuade Guti to chase me?"

As soon as this question came out, Juan and Raul looked at each other and remained silent, but the content in their eyes made the Argentine frown.

Obviously these two people had something to say, but why did they keep silent?

"Speak up and I promise not to kill that person." This time, the voice was much softer when he spoke more, but the violent content contained in it made the two people in front of him bow their heads and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The Argentine frowned, and when he wanted to continue asking, Guti blinked and opened his mouth.

"Well... If I have to say it, I actually offered to ask them for help, so I should be the mastermind, right?"

Redondo rubbed his head helplessly: "Don't talk, I still have something to ask them."

"..." The four of them looked at each other, and they all saw the speechlessness in each other's eyes.

Although they know that the boss has always protected his shortcomings, generally speaking, they are the ones to be protected... This time the boss directly aimed at them, and the object of protecting his weaknesses became Guti, which made them There are some complexities in the hearts of the four people...

"Who planned the fact that he went to meet me in Italy?" Redondo raised his eyebrows, but in fact his gaze had already shifted to Juan.

However, to his surprise, the person who raised his hand was actually Morientes?

"Boss, don't look at me like that. It's indeed my idea." Morientes said sincerely, "However, they are more active and directly turned my idea into reality."

"..." Why didn't Redondo know that the kid Morientes looked like a piece of wood, but he actually had so many thoughts in his head?

"So who the hell started encouraging Guti to give it a try?"

Redondo thought that someone must not be able to escape at this time, but what he never expected was that the person who raised his hand was not Juan, but Raul.

"I'm sorry, boss, I did something wrong." Raul was ashamed, "If I didn't deliberately provoke him to say these things when I was fighting with him, he wouldn't do these things."

After a pause, the Spanish captain added cautiously: "But at least it doesn't look like a bad thing, does it?"

Redondo did not answer him, but was silent for a while.

"Then who came up with the sudden confession?"

Redondo watched Casillas raise his hand.

"Because at that time I also had a person who wanted to confess without hesitation," Casillas looked back at the people around him when I arrived here, "but I really didn't know what to do, so I thought about asking Ask Guti, who knew that we would just..."

They confessed directly?

Redondo sneered, the more these people said that, the more suspicious he became.

How could the person who usually has the most spooky ideas be silent at this time, it seems that talking about him doesn't help at all in this matter, should it be?

Or, is it possible?

Anyway, Redondo didn't believe it, so he directly raised his eyebrows: "Juan Diaz."

"Yes." Juan looked at him with a smile.

"I want to know what role you play in these things."

Juan blinked, his voice calm.

"My role is... to turn all visions, impossibilities, and desires (,) desires into reality."