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Casillas really wanted to kill him, especially when Juan asked him "what dream" with a smile on his face.

In fact, he had a lot of dreams about Juan.

There is something about the past of the two of them, something about the present of the two of them, and something about their future.

The past was a bit green, but now it is sour and sweet, and the future will be magnificent.

To be honest, Casillas has always buried those dreams deeply in his heart. They are all his most cherished thoughts. There is only one dream. When he woke up, he was almost covered in cold sweat and exhausted his strength. To stop my trembling.

--envy.

Dreams about jealousy are also dreams about lack of self-confidence.

Juan is surrounded by women and trophies, he has all the halos in the world, countless beauties want to throw themselves into their arms, claiming to be his wife, and everyone's eyes follow him.

Casillas, who had almost nothing in his dream, wanted to tear everything up.

He wasn't jealous that Juan had it all, but he wanted to push it all away from this man, away from him.

These things kept him far away from Juan, even made him feel that Juan was out of reach-in the dream it was so.

Even now, Juan is sitting beside him with a relaxed face, drinking beer with disheveled clothes and loose hair. He does not have the perfect image in his dreams or even his usual one. He still subconsciously feels that he is desperately reaching out. Can't catch this guy either.

Raul is obviously the calmest one among them, and he is also the one who sees through them the most. He knows Guti's hesitation and cowardice under the bravery and fearlessness, and he can see the undercurrent of Casillas' calmness, and he can also understand it. From Juan's magnificent life, we can see his cautious thoughts.

About the complex emotions that are hidden under many surfaces, in all aspects.

His concern for Casillas may be deeper than he realizes.

So during this chat, he chose to mention Casillas' dream, and also talked about many others.

Juan glanced at Casillas, took a sip of his wine and suddenly said, "Are you staying overnight?"

"Of course it's staying overnight, in case you have any trouble, and we're all drunk, can't we drive?" Raul smiled, Guti was taken aback and said: "We can ask our family to pick us up, after all, we live in Madrid...uh!"

The golden wolf at the Bernabéu was raped by his captain and his brothers for many years. Raul pressed Guti with one hand and raised a beer can at them with the other: "But although we are staying overnight, we don't want to disturb you two meaning of the world."

"It's nothing to do with it..." Casillas was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said, but his voice became smaller and smaller in Raul's half-smiling eyes.Raul asked, "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Of course." Casillas really wants a topic to divert their attention now, at least let Juan stop thinking about asking him to talk about this dream!

"..." Laughing for a moment, he showed a smile that obviously wanted to see a good show. For a moment, Casillas suddenly felt that he had done something wrong.

However, even if he wanted to repent, it was too late. Raul let go of Guti, and Guti jumped up almost immediately: "Raul Gonzalez! Why did you suddenly hit me?!"

"No, it's just that I suddenly feel that I haven't played with you for a long time, and I miss it." Raul smiled, but what he said was not so kind, "And we haven't played a game for a long time, right? Don't you want to play?"

Guti opened his mouth, a little hesitant: "... Was this what we were talking about earlier?"

"Of course not." Raul immediately pointed to the upstairs without giving him a chance to think, "King of Fighters, Street Fighter, or Contra?"

"It's all right!" Guti was interrupted by such an interruption, and he simply didn't think about what their topic was before, and rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, who is afraid of whom!? Juan, you and I are still on the same team as Raul a team?"

Juan glanced at Casillas and replied with a smile: "Of course I'm on your team. I'm clearly bullying you when I'm with Raul."

"You wait for Juan, and I will let you experience what it means to truly live than die! I will torture you to death!"

"I return this sentence to you both." Raul smiled, "Although I enjoyed watching it, I still have to say, as teammates, you two can't fight each other first? Otherwise, you will die miserably, but Don't underestimate me and Igor, right?"

Casillas opened his mouth and nodded with difficulty under Raul's smiling gaze.

I don't know why, although everyone cooperated with him to change the topic, and even changed the position because of it, but he didn't know what to say at this time.

...as if I did something wrong?

Casillas couldn't react. In fact, Raul and Juan wouldn't give them the chance and time to react, so they directly dragged them upstairs to play games.

When Raul and Guti were looking for a game disk to connect to the TV, Juan looked back at Casillas and raised his eyebrows: "Are you really going to say it?"

"What?" Casillas' eyes wandered.

"Let me inform you in advance that Raul plans to drag Guti to fight with us all night. As long as you don't say it, he won't give you any chance to say it all night." When Juan said this The tone was a bit chilly, "Obviously, someone who has been very patient can't stand it anymore. He wants to give you some stimulation."

"..." Casillas opened his mouth, his eyes shifted to Raul and Guti.

Those two people were indeed busy splicing the game board together. One looked very calm, while the other was full of interest, even full of fighting spirit. Silas still felt a little chill behind after watching it.

He was thinking about a very simple, even somewhat plain question.

Raul has wiped Guti's ass and carried the blame for so many years. Can Guti escape from Raul's palm?

In other words, can Guti find any chance to stand up?

He had actually thought of the answer, and was ashamed of his answer.

——Raul is not like Redondo, but he is very much like Redondo.

Redondo is too proud, he is a goshawk soaring nine days, the most expansive sky in his sight range.

Raul is very calm, even peaceful. As the double captain, and even the only hope of the whole of Spain, he is so low-key that people feel that it does not fit his identity, but it makes people feel that it should be taken for granted.

He is very much like the earth.

They are so different, yet so alike, perhaps because they both represent... or have represented the same club.

Guti's eyes were not that high, nor that far away, he was not very angry, and he didn't have many plans. His eyes could only follow two people closely, and those two people had the same title.

prince.

Guti was rebellious in front of outsiders, but he was like a well-behaved wolf cub in front of these two people. Although the meanings were different, the basic form of expression was still the same.

Isn't it said that the most direct way for dogs to express intimacy is to show their soft belly to people?

That's about it for Guti.

Naturally, Raul knew Guti very well, and he was very precise about the measure. If he really wanted to pull Guti to do something together, Guti, a righteous fool, would definitely do it.

...For example, play an all-night game?

Thinking of such a scene, Casillas felt a little ashamed: "Both of them are not young anymore..."

"Yeah, it's almost [-] years old, and staying up all night is very difficult, right?" Juan blinked at him casually, "Shall I take a gamble? I bet Raul would rather be ruthless than let the two of us be alone Chance."

"..." Casillas opened his mouth, grabbed Juan and ran away.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and the door closing as lightly as possible even if they were leaving, Raul couldn't help showing a bright smile.

"Let me tell you, Raul, you definitely can't beat me today... Wait, what's your expression?" Guti accidentally caught a glimpse of the smile on the corner of Raul's mouth when he was grabbing the game controller, and he couldn't help it. Zhu shuddered, and then showed a disgusted expression: "What bad idea are you thinking again? But I'm not afraid of you this time, I have Juan to help... Hey, where are the two of them?"

As soon as Guti turned around, the people who were standing behind watching the two of them install the game console suddenly disappeared without a trace. Jin Lang wanted to get up to find someone, but Raul called back lightly: "Why, I feel like I'm alone. People can't win, I want to find a helper?"

"Of course not!" Guti glared at him angrily and immediately turned and sat down, "Come on! I don't believe it!"

"Don't believe me?" Raul blinked.

"I can't cure you by myself?!" Guti angrily clicked on the battle mode: "Come on!"

Raul smiled and picked up the game controller.

On the other side, Casillas pulled Juan and almost rushed out of the room. Juan couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, that's your bedroom?"

"It's okay, we can sleep in the guest room, let them use the bedroom." Casillas looked righteous - anyway, those two people can't make trouble in his bedroom, can they?

"So," Juan looked around, and finally sat on the bed, straightened his back and showed him a half-smile expression, "What do you want to say about it?"

"..." Casillas choked.

He suddenly felt that he might be possessed by Guti, so he suddenly did something like pulling people away in a flash of enthusiasm!

Seeing his suddenly stunned expression, Juan couldn't help coughing lightly and raised his eyebrows: "You can't be... you don't think about anything?"

"..." Casillas nodded silently.

Juan's complexion sank, but at this moment, Casillas' complexion was even uglier.

He said with difficulty: "I don't know how to tell you..."

"You can say whatever you want, about your dreams, about your thoughts, about what you want to do, everything you want to tell me, tell me." Juan looked at him with a pair of blue eyes. Celias sighed.

To be honest, the last thing he could resist were those eyes.

There are so many azure blue pupils in the world, only Juan's eyes gave him a feeling that his heart was crushed in them, and he was so addicted that he would rather blend into one.

Seen by those eyes, no matter how deep the thoughts buried in the heart are, they will all be revealed unconsciously.

"I really don't know how to tell you, I just think... Maybe Raul is right, I'm a little too inferior."

"What?" Juan obviously didn't expect that what he was waiting for was actually this sentence, and he was a little dazed for a while.

"Whether it is emotionally or at work, I feel that I am a little inferior." Casillas sighed softly, "Although I know that I shouldn't care about these, and in fact I use you for these Proud, but I'm just..."

Juan interface: "Not confident?"

"...Yes." Casillas sighed, "Sister Eugenia saw it, Raul saw it, the boss saw it, Moro saw it too... everyone who knows our relationship , everyone except you can see it."

"???" Juan was stunned, "What?"

Casillas smiled wryly: "I don't blame you if you didn't see it. First, your emotional intelligence is just like that when you deal with emotional problems. Second, I always hide it very well when I am in front of you, especially when you see When facing me..."

"..." After such a long time, Juan picked up his reflection on his EQ again. "Am I really that careless?"

"It can't be said to be careless, after all, your eyes have been set high and far away, and you have never noticed the slight changes and mood swings around you... I remember you encouraged Guti to talk to the boss before. That’s what I said at the time, and now I’m going to return this sentence to you in its entirety.”

"You can't see me, I don't blame you."

Hu Jing looked at him silently.

In the past, they were all on the same level and in the same environment, so they could see each other subconsciously, and there was no limit to the time they could even look at each other.

But since [-], everything has changed.

Due to the isolation and variation of time and space, the time and space of the two of them were cut up, and the time to meet each other was pitifully small, and even the two parties had to squeeze out time from their busy schedules to meet each other.

When I thought of the time when I just confessed my love, I didn’t receive a call from the other party for more than a month. When I finally received it, I realized that the other party had no idea about these things.

His eyes are always looking straight ahead, and it's easy to ignore things around him.

This is not only Juan's evaluation of Redondo, but also his subconscious evaluation of himself, isn't it?

These are all things that can be clearly understood intellectually, but they are constantly clamoring emotionally.

make him stop!

Make him turn around!

make him look at me! !

—but Juan had advanced to a place where he could hardly touch.

Scolari said Juan Diaz skipped at least [-] years of his life.

As far as a player is concerned, after the age of [-], he still has at least [-] years of competitive career and [-] years of coaching career. Among them, he does not even know when he will win a league championship, let alone a triple crown. There are so many coaches in the world, but very few can win the Triple Crown.

After that, there may be a sudden addition to the chairman's career...

Juan Diaz's life is too dramatic, as if someone piled up all the ups and downs in his century-old life into these three years, he has to look forward, has to Move forward cautiously, and have to take one step at a time.

It took him three years to complete the road that others may take four to fifty years to complete. His pace was too fast and too fast, and Casillas couldn't keep up at all.

What's even more sad is that this is the future that even if you run as hard as you can, you can't catch up with it.

Thinking of this, Casillas felt panicked in his heart.

He is already a rare rationalist, but when he said that sentence, he only felt that he wanted to sigh.

Who wouldn't want their lover to watch them all the time?

"Don't be stupid." Juan sighed softly, got up and walked to him and took his hand, "At this time, shouldn't you scold me loudly and then tell me what you think? Why do you turn back even more? Shrunk?"

"I do not have……"

"Really?" Juan asked in a low voice.

There was a bit too much beer tonight, there was also a lot of conversation, and there were several fights, so chaotic that Juan couldn't keep himself clean no matter what time and place he was.

At this moment, he quietly rested his head on Casillas' shoulder, his long hair hanging down.

Casillas felt that his hair was crawling all over his arms, and the ends were gently scratched in the palm of his hand, which caused a commotion for no reason.

Casillas was speechless.

Then he heard the man lower his voice and ask again softly.

Singing like a siren, causing the ship to sink.

"Really do not have?"

Casillas took a deep breath.

"...I am very inferior, but I will never let go of your hand."

This was already the best answer he could give.

May I ask, who dares to show the darkest, dirty and dirty thoughts in his heart in front of his sweetheart?Casillas hardly dared to let Juan see the shadow in it.

Even if he knew that Juan liked him first, but who knows if it was Juan who left him first?

He didn't know what Juan liked about him, and he didn't even know whether Juan would continue to like him like this.

He was terrified, he hesitated, he was at a loss.

He didn't even know what he should do, so he could only continue to be so cautious.

"At least tell me where your inferiority complex comes from?" Juan sighed weakly, and he didn't even figure out when Casillas started it.

Even now, he is still a little depressed about that sentence-what does it mean that everyone around who knows the relationship between the two of them already knows what Casillas is thinking, and is this group of people who co-authored it a partnership to trick him?

Although his sister Eugenia reminded him of this matter at Christmas, he took it to heart, and then spent more time with Casillas, but how could it still become What now?

"... At least tell me first, why do you like people like me?" Casillas smiled reluctantly.

"We've been together for more than a year and you're asking me this?" Juan stood up straight and looked into Casillas' eyes in a daze, with an expression of disbelief.

He really couldn't believe it, why did things suddenly become like this?

Why did it suddenly rise to the question of "why do you like me?"

Juan was afraid of hearing Casillas say "I can change what you like about me", so he said without any hesitation, "I don't have a favorite type."

"?" Casillas had a complicated expression, "You don't have a favorite type?"

"No." Juan replied, "I only like you."

Casillas blinked.

Juan frowned: "Don't understand? I mean I don't have a favorite type. I said I like you, so all I like is you. There is no such thing as a type."

"why?"

Juan laughed: "Why do you need so much where you like?"

Casillas was silent for a while, and smiled back at him: "It makes sense."

How can there be so many reasons to like it?

"So, do you want to tell me about... Igor?" Juan was about to make persistent efforts to ask Casillas what kind of dream he had, but before he could ask clearly, he was already imprisoned Hugged tightly.

"I took a detour, but don't worry, I have been pulled back by you."

"?????" Juan's head was full of question marks, and he began to seriously doubt whether his EQ was really a problem. Because of the angle, he couldn't see Casillas' blushing face and tightly closed eyes. raised eyes.

...How could this person even say such love words without changing his face?

So is he pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, or is he really low in EQ?

Casillas also fell into entanglement and doubt and couldn't extricate himself.

At this moment, a couple who hug each other and look very warm and lingering are unexpectedly suspicious of one of them's emotional intelligence. I have to say that this is really a very unsightly and inexplicable scene that makes people want to laugh.

Fortunately, there are no bystanders here, and no one can read their thoughts, otherwise, I'm afraid that person would just die laughing.

——All in all, this is clearly a pair of idiot couples!

"Since we're back, it's fine. If we meet in the World Cup next time, we won't be merciful?" When he let go of his hand, Juan asked a little worried.

"...If you don't play football seriously, I'll blow your head off." Casillas's face was still a little red, but he still worked hard to keep his face straight.

"Wow, it's scary—" Juan laughed and elongated his voice.

"I'll blow your head off right now, do you believe it?" Casillas said with a blank expression.

"Okay, okay." Juan smiled and spread his hands, "I believe we will meet again."

"Of course." Casillas nodded, and continued: "But we may have to find some confidence before we face you..."

"?" Juan was at a loss.

"Like England... something..."

"...Does your good teammate David Beckham know that you blacken England?" Juan smiled wryly.

"He knows!" Casillas chuckled, but sighed as if thinking of something, "David worked too hard."

"What?" Juan blinked.

"It's all kinds of things inside and outside the team. It's no different from Deportivo, but Real Madrid is more commercialized." Casillas shrugged, "Don't ask, Real Madrid can't What Beckham sold you, a Figo is already a miracle."

"I know." Juan nodded, but after a pause, he still showed a bright smile, "You just said, selling Beckham? Did he want to leave or something?"

"I want to leave. His wife wants to develop in the United States. How could he not go if he loves his wife so much?" Casillas laughed, "But I don't think any professional player will endure being in a football desert. Especially the top players who are playing in their prime, they are still very professional..."

Juan nodded when he heard the words: "You are very reasonable. Since this is the case, we still have to work harder."

"How hard are you going to work?" Casillas asked lazily, "The chairman's giving Figo to you is already an extra favor. That weird clause was settled by you with rich money and money. Do you think the chairman can give it again this time?" Do you have a chance?"

"This chairman is not good, what about the next chairman?" Juan showed a bright smile.

"...???" Casillas was stunned, "What did you say?"

"I said, your chairman of Real Madrid won't be here for long." Juan's tone was very relaxed. "Industry news is very true and reliable."

Raul and Guti are playing King of Fighters very seriously. These two people have been back and forth for more than ten rounds. Guti has changed many characters but failed to win, while Raul has been controlling the game with ease. The same character, relying on his own manipulation, caused Guti to die completely helpless.

Even sometimes, when Guti was beaten to the brim, and Guti excitedly shouted "I can counter-kill", Raul still gave him a big move lightly, and sent the opponent GG first.

[Author's note: GG, game term, short for "Good Game", is usually said by the losing party, expressing the admission that they have lost, the other party played well, this is a good game, and it also means that the game is over. 】

Guti was almost so angry that he wanted to smash the handle, but in the end his choice was always only one sentence: "Come again!"

Seeing that Raul was about to fight back, the door was slammed open and hit the wall with a loud noise.

Casillas' anxious voice came in: "Stop playing games...Florentino is going to leave get out of class!!"

Raul turned around abruptly, without moving his hands at all, Guti finally managed to fight back, laughed loudly, and stretched his waist while laughing: "Why are you panicking, get out of class is not a common thing in football Isn't it Flo... Who are you talking about?!"

"Florentino Perez." Casillas looked very serious. "Our Lord Chairman."

The room was silent, only the music of King of Fighters echoed.