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[Today's little science]

Concussions are actually dangerous.

Kramer, a member of the German team in the World Cup in 14, hit his head while fighting, and then the baby became delirious and temporarily lost his memory...

He first asked the referee: "Who am I, where is this? Is this the World Cup final??"

Then when he received the award, he also had a dazed look on his face, and the whole person was in a fog.

It is obviously very harmful to be hit hard on the head as a precision instrument. This is the state of bumping the head with a person during a game. One can imagine a car accident...

【Today's Small Theater】

#竹马 is not called casually! #

A few years later, Casey glared at Depor's entire team of Juan supporters, and his words were on the verge of breaking out.

"We know what Juan likes to eat!"

Cassie: I also know what he hates eating...

"We know Juan's little trick!"

Casey: I also know how to catch his ball!Although the success rate is not high...

"We can train with Juan!"

Casey: So what!I can still sleep with Juan (Chris: I can too...) You are in the UK now, move away!

"We can still play with Juan!"

Casey: Stop it! TAT

"Hahaha we won!"

Cassie: ...do you know the color of Juan's underwear?

"..."

Cassie: Do you know what brand of shaving lotion Juan likes to use?

"..."

Cassie: Do you know what the first thing Juan does when he wakes up? !

"…………"

Casey: Heh, a bunch of scum :)

Casey wins!Feel like a small theater title!

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Happy birthday Cassie 520!

Where would I be if I hadn't met you? --Inscription

Igor Casillas had a dream, it was Christmas day.

In the dream, he re-experienced his life so far. Raul and Guti grew up together and became the most outstanding Castilian youth training together. They won the U17 Youth Champions League together. Although it was a bit against the harmony when he was there, he still lived happily.

In his early years, he fell in love with a women's football defender. He naturally remembered this girl, beautiful, healthy and energetic, Miss Spain in 03.

But the good times didn't last long. In 09, he fell madly in love with a female reporter, and that beautiful female reporter also had her own boyfriend.

He seemed to be possessed, fighting for territory like a fighter, and finally succeeded in embracing the beauty. It can be said that everything was happy except for the poor ex-boyfriend.

Everything was perfect until he left Real Madrid.

Even if he was desperate for the female reporter in his dream, even leaving home, and the two of them had indeed lived a fairly happy life, but there was always a voice in his mind clamoring.

wrong.

not like this.

One person is missing, definitely one person is missing, and it was wrong from the beginning.

In the dream he and the woman were about to kiss, to celebrate the birth of their second child, their jelly lips were so close, but he just couldn't make up his mind to kiss.

"What's the matter Igor?" The woman opened her eyes and asked with some doubts, but this sentence quickly surprised him.

what happened to him?This is clearly a dream, right?

——After realizing this, the world in front of me was surprisingly upside down.

The beautiful woman in front of him was still retreating with a perfect smile on her face. Everything around her seemed to be speeding back in time, and finally turned into a dark void. He looked around blankly.

what's the situation?

The surroundings lit up again, like an old movie, and he returned to Castilla's door. Cassie looked around, his face full of helplessness.

Do it again?

But this time seems to be different?

This time he did not try out alone. A child from the youth training came over to say hello to him. They quickly became good friends. They competed together, improved and celebrated together. On his birthday, the child made a cake for him. We blew out the candles together and shared the cake.

His heart was beating violently.

He and the child are growing up slowly. After entering puberty, he becomes irritable. He wants to express his feelings but can't find any way. No matter what he does, he can only quarrel with the child. Although the two of them are still friends , but the relationship suddenly became extremely weird.

Are you talking about friends?Maybe I have never seen friends like them who glared at each other, hurt each other, and almost fought.

Are you right?The cooperation between the two of them on the court is simply a tacit understanding. Whether it is defense or filling, these two people almost complement each other.

Speaking of it, falling in love and killing each other, or being a bad friend is more suitable to describe the two of them.

Everything stopped with the sound of violent brakes and impacts, and his surroundings became gray again.

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, as if someone was approaching, and the familiar breath and cold fragrance gradually surrounded him. Cassie looked back and sighed suddenly.

By the way, that's right.

The person he likes has hair as dim as the moonlight. When he looked at him, his ice-blue eyes were empty and cold. When he didn't show any movements or expressions, he was like an exquisite puppet created by God.

But once it moves, it's different.

This man is a noble son with a refined manner, a descendant of a nobleman who has strategized.From the beginning to the end, he is always polite, calm, humorous, occasionally narcissistic, and shows his good self-cultivation and extraordinary bearing in his gestures. Even in the darkest time of his life, he never Desperate and discouraged.

The man smiled in front of him, and the surrounding scene changed again and again.

When he was young, he came to Castilla for the first time for trial training, but as a goalkeeper, he was almost teased by a dark blonde kid who looked better than a little girl. Get up, look up at the person in front of you stubbornly, and the laughter around you who were originally watching the fun gradually subsided, and finally fell silent.

Even when he was exhausted at the end, he still couldn't save a ball, but after losing his strength and falling to the ground, the child came over and stretched out his hand to him.

"Juan Dias."

——That was their first meeting.

"Gooooal!! Portillo!!" The front was celebrating wildly, but behind, the dark blonde rushed to his side and hugged him, with a rare bright smile on his face: "We won Already!!"

In the entire backcourt, only the two of them embraced each other and did not let go for a long time.

——That was the first time they represented Real Madrid in a game, even if it was only a youth C team game.

"Get up, Igor Casillas." The dark blond man looked down condescendingly, and the cold Milky Way flowed in those eyes. "You get frustrated so fast, there's no way you're going to the Bernabeu."

After a pause, he bent down and stretched out his hand to himself.

"So, get up quickly."

"You are the goalkeeper, you cannot fall down."

——That was the first time they lost a game, and Juan could only sit on the sidelines to watch the game because of injury.

"Happy birthday, Igor." He smiled lightly, holding a small cake in front of him. It was made by himself. It was not very delicate, but the taste was enough to make people cry.

——The cake melted in his mouth, touching his taste buds gently, that was the first time his heart moved.

"What did you just say?" The young man looked at him with a smile, the first time his eyes were ignited with such a warm flame, it looked amazing, but everyone knew that this was his iconic expression of anger and laughter , especially when it's time to kill yourself.

The non-stop batting and falling training is like returning to the day when I first came to Castilla for trial training, and the calm child at that time is now stepping on the ball with a mischievous smile. Looking over from not far away, all eyes are burning with lively smiles and anger: "You just said, who is a bitch?"

——That was the first time he realized that the object of his heart was covered with spikes.

The screeching brakes, the violent impact, and the unconscious people around them who started to bleed from their heads.

— that was his first cardiac arrest.

"It's none of your business." The person on the phone said calmly, but the same voice as before almost tore his heart.

——That was the answer he got when he found out that this person had retired and summoned up the courage to call.

"Merry Christmas, Igor."

The man said so softly, there was mistletoe on top of his head, and his eyes were rare and soft.

——that was the first time he kissed this person.

Yes, that's right.

He looked at the person in front of him, sighed and stepped forward to hug him.

There is no Miss Spain, no Sarah Carbonero.

Only Juan Diaz.

When he woke up, there was no sign of this person on the bed, but there was still a familiar smell on the bed. He hugged the pillow and took a deep breath, not wanting to get up, until he heard the sound outside.

He rubbed his eyes and went out, just in time to see someone bent down to put all the packed things at the door, saw him wake up, and smiled at him: "Are you awake? Good morning."

"Morning..." He raised his head in a daze, then walked over quickly.

The man moved a little uneasily, then frowned: "What's the matter, I got scratches on my face?"

"No." He murmured, wrapping his arms around the man's neck, "You're standing under the mistletoe."

How stupid was he in the past, that he always chose to screw it up, how much did he miss this person's tenderness?

Juan didn't seem to feel anything wrong with the kiss, smiled at him and rubbed his head: "I'm going out."

As a result, Juan left unconsciously, leaving him squatting at the door with his face flushed.

"Juan, did you crash your car and wipe out your EQ..."