[Football] Choisir

Sitting on the bench made people feel inexplicably at ease, and believed that he could lead them to overcome everything.

So this morning, when Lahm saw through the unpleasant conversation between him and Royce, Gotze spoke out what happened yesterday.Because like he just said, he really doesn't know who else to talk to about it other than to tell Ram, not even another Mario.

"I don't want to comment too much on the relationship between the two of them. After all, it's a matter between them, and it's inconvenient for outsiders to interfere." Ram put down the newspaper, took a sip of the coffee in hand.

Gotze heard a trace of reproach in these words.Philip was right, he thought, that even sharing this body I was really a stranger in their relationship.

"I know, I was also hesitating before going in..." Gotze said apologetically.

"I'm not blaming you. Obviously he wants to say these words through you, and as far as I know him, this is indeed his speaking style." Ram took another sip of coffee and continued, "I think It's another thing. I think you need to tell Marco the truth. If you think he didn't notice anything, then you underestimate him. And if you want to wait for you to return to your own world successfully And then pretend it never happened, trust me, you'll regret the deception. Whether it's you, him, or Marco, it's going to hurt you a lot."

Gotze nodded: "I have deceived Marco once, and I really can't continue to deceive him. Thank you, Philip, I will seriously consider this matter."

Ram also nodded, drank the remaining coffee in the cup, wiped his mouth with a napkin set aside, and said, "Anyway, the choice is still yours. But no matter what you choose, remember not to let yourself regret."

He nodded to Gotze again, then stood up and left with the coat draped over the back of the chair.

Gotze watched Ram leave, then picked up the knife and tried to continue the action of spreading jam.Absent, perhaps, he did it sluggishly, spreading the jam unevenly.But he didn't pay attention to these. While thinking about Ram's words just now, he put the spread toast on top of another piece of ham, and then put this simple sandwich into his mouth.

But the food tastes like nothing.

As soon as Royce got home, he was attracted by a group of unknown objects at the door. After careful identification, he found that it turned out to be a person—a person he was very familiar with.

"Sunny?" Royce looked surprised, "Why are you here?"

Gotze, who heard the voice, woke up from the coma. He yawned lightly, blinked his eyes to focus his eyes, and then found Royce leaning over to look at him.

"Hi, Marco," he greeted with a smile, trying to make it look like he was casually waiting here as he passed by.

But Royce was obviously not deceived, because Gotze obviously waited at the door for a long time, he frowned and asked him, "Why don't you go in?"

Gotze was stunned for a moment, then wiped his nose with his hand, and smiled unnaturally: "Actually, I just stopped by to take a look, it's nothing serious..."

"Come in and talk." Royce took out the key and opened the door.

Gotze sniffed and hurriedly followed, it was still a bit cold after staying at the door for so long.

Royce turned on the light in the living room, then went to the kitchen to pour Gotze a glass of water.Gotze gratefully took it and drank all the water in the glass at once. He was indeed thirsty.

Royce kept looking at him with his arms folded, and after he finished drinking the water, he asked in a polite and slightly polite tone, "Say, what do you want me to do?"

Gotze didn't seem to have expected Royce's attitude.Before coming here, he had imagined a lot of Royce's reactions, angry, furious, or simply shutting the door away, but not the current one-he looked too calm, or polite, as if Gotze was someone he had only met a few times. The "acquaintances" in front of you.

"I..." Gotze opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. The current situation caught him by surprise.

"I'm here to apologize," was all he had to say at last.

Royce raised an eyebrow, which Gotze knew was skeptical.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I said a lot of things the other day... I know... those words are too hard for anyone to accept, I'm sorry..." He stammered.

"And then?" Royce asked, still with that researching gaze.

"Then?" Gotze was a little confused.

"that's it?"

Gotze nodded, still didn't seem to understand what Royce wanted to ask.

Royce didn't speak for a while, his lips were tightly closed, and he seemed to be trying to suppress his anger.After a while, he finally calmed down, and still said in that polite and flat tone: "Those words didn't bother me, thank you for your concern."

Gotze was stunned for a while, and then he realized that it was Royce who ordered the eviction.

"Marco, I actually have one more thing to say..." He barely had time to think about the words before the words came out of their own accord, "I'm not Mario Gotze."

"What?" Royce's expression well expressed the word shock.

"I mean, my name is Mario Gotze...but not the Mario Gotze you know..." Gotze felt himself starting to lose his voice.

"What the hell happened?" Royce asked, frowning.

"I came from time travel." Gotze lowered his eyes.

"I don't believe it," Royce said firmly.

"I know it's hard to believe... That's what Felipe answered me at the beginning." Gotze looked up at him, "But please think about it, since Mario Gotze was injured and hospitalized on the set, you Don't you think there is any difference between me and the Mario you know?"

"It's quite different, but I thought it was... you told me you lost your memory."

"I'm sorry, Marco, I lied to you... I don't have amnesia, neither does the original Mario... If I don't say that, people will not believe that a person's personality can change for no reason... I am I crossed from another parallel world, but unfortunately only the consciousness was crossed, so I occupied the body of Mario in this world. And the real Mario Gotze, or the one you know, is now trapped in my —or rather, the depths of our subconscious..."

Royce didn't speak for a while.There is too much information here, and Gotze feels that he still hasn't fully expressed it clearly.

"I don't know what happened. But what I can tell you is that if you think that making up such an excuse can make me forgive you, then you must be wrong." Royce finally spoke, but he turned sideways body, made a "please" gesture, "now, please leave."

"You don't believe it? Why?" Gotze asked desperately, "If everyone in this world doesn't believe what I say, I don't think you must be included! Philip, Thomas, Manu...they all don't believe me. Understandable, but... I always thought you would stand by Mario's side!"

"Why? Or...you don't want to believe it? No, it has nothing to do with my apology! I said this not to make you forgive me for my rude words that day, but...I really really can't I lied to you!"

Royce didn't answer, he moved back and stood a little further away from Gotze.Now the distance between them is no longer for politeness, it seems more like a safe distance.After all, what Gotze said now is too much like a lunatic, or a mentally unstable patient.

Gotze felt like he was about to be overwhelmed by despair.

In fact, it's not that he didn't think that Royce might not believe it.

Because this matter is too ridiculous from head to toe, if someone else came to tell him like this, he would not believe it.But he really always thought, or expected, that Marco would always stand by Mario's side and support him no matter what happened.

It seemed that it was just his naive idea.

Now Gotze has calmed down.He took out a business card from his pocket, and instead of handing it to Royce directly, he placed it on the coffee table next to him in a very obvious gesture that was safe for a vigilant person.

"If you want evidence," he slowly raised his hand, indicating that he was not crazy and had no intention of attacking, "come to the hospital that is written on the business card, and I will show you."

The November wind was rough and cold on his face.

Getze walked alone on the empty and deserted street, with nothing but the cold wind around him for company.It would be nice to have a cigarette at this time, he thought.

Although as a football player, Gotze should not smoke for the sake of physical health and prolonging his sports life.But in fact, these athletes who are strictly required during the season will occasionally come to a few when they are on vacation.And who cares, he is not in his own world now, whether he can go back is a problem.

The last time he saw a cigarette vending machine on the way to Ram's house on foot, if he was lucky, there might be some left in it.Although most of these vending machines on the street are neglected and often have problems of one kind or another, Gotze decided to try his luck.

With the help of memory, I found the intersection where the machine was placed