[Football] Choisir

Tell us, how did you and the other Mario figure out 'time-travel'? "

"Uh...it's actually like this." Gotze carefully organized his words to make what he was about to say sound a little more ordinary, "The world I came to is actually mostly the same as here .Munich is still Munich, Berlin is still Berlin, and even some of the relationships around me are the same – but not in some details. Like you, Thomas.”

"I?"

Gotze nodded: "Actually, in the world I came from, there was also a Thomas Muller who looked exactly like you. However, the difference is that he is a football player and you are a psychologist; He's a walking joke machine, talking or expressing enthusiasm almost all the time, and you Thomas, forgive me for saying this, have a precise control over your words and what they convey."

"Manu, actually..." Goetze deliberately ignored the surprise that flashed across Müller's face, and continued, "I already knew your name before Thomas made the introduction. Because I also know a Manuel Neuer, who played with me in the team, was one of the best goalkeepers in Germany and in the world in my world."

Gotze stopped.

Facing two extremely clever minds, he knew there was no need to continue talking.Those two just need a little time to digest.

"So," Neuer reacted first, "We must have all heard of parallel worlds."

Almost as if by magic, the indifference faded from the tall man's face, replaced by an almost insane joy - like a child with a sugar addiction who suddenly got a box of chocolates that fell from the sky!

He suddenly jumped up from the chair, pulled his backpack from the side, and pulled the computer out of it.

"Damn! I must have seen something related to the parallel world somewhere!" He said while turning on the computer, and he was completely different from before.

"Thomas! Thomas!" he cried. "Dude, do you know what you gave me?"

Müller just looked at Neuer with a smile on his face and didn't try to intervene.Goetze stared dumbfounded at this "genius scientist in the world of brain science" who yelled like a seven-year-old boy.

"Christmas presents!" Neuer announced aloud, then dove headfirst behind the computer screen.

"Why do I have an illusion?" Gotze said hesitantly, "The person with the dual personality in this room is not me..."

Muller laughed out loud, and it took him a while to recover.

"Honestly," he said, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, "that Thomas you know is probably a very interesting guy, and I really want to meet him if I get the chance."

"It's not going to work!" Neuer scratched his head, his blond hair was messy because of the violent actions of the previous few times.

"I can't remember where I saw it!" he said angrily. "I tried searching A, searching B, and searching C... none of them worked!"

Faced with Gotze's questioning gaze, Muller shrugged and said that he was helpless.

"Sometimes I don't know what he means," Mueller said.

"Uh... Manu," Gotze said tentatively, "maybe you can rest for a while?"

"Rest? No, no, no." Neuer stood up and moved his body, and quickly retracted behind the computer, "I can't rest, my mind needs to think!"

"You don't have to sit behind a computer to think, Manu," Muller pointed out sharply.

"Shut up." Neuer's voice came from behind the computer.

Goetze resisted the urge to laugh, reached out and took out a piece of chocolate in his pocket, and handed it over: "Here, chocolate helps you think."

Neuer took it with one hand, tore open the package with his teeth, and took a big bite. During the whole process, his eyes did not leave the computer screen for a moment, while the other hand kept typing on the keyboard. What.

"Let him go about his business," Mueller said. "No one can stop him until he wants to stop. Tell me about that Thomas? I'm very curious."

Gotze laughed, this Dr. Muller is really amazing.He's really good at creating an atmosphere that's conducive to talking, and it's usually between the few words he says.Is this the ability of a psychiatrist?

"how?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you mentioned Thomas in my world, and it reminded me of a lot of interesting things about him." Gotze replied.

"Maybe you don't mind sharing?"

"Of course not. Although there are too many things about him, I have to think about it before picking which one to talk about first."

"We have plenty of time," Mueller said with a smile.

"Yes, maybe we can talk about this first." Gotze stretched his arms and changed to a more comfortable sitting position, "There was a gap between the national team training, Thomas and Hun played a golf game, and played A bet that whoever loses has to wait a day for the team the next day, and then, as you can imagine, Thomas loses."

Gotze nodded to Muller and confirmed his thoughts: "So when we went downstairs for dinner the next day, we were surprised to see Thomas wearing a pink Bavarian dress in the restaurant! He also comforted We said it was lucky that he lost instead of Hoon, because 'the whole of Germany can't necessarily find a dress that Hoon can wear'."

Muller's expression was a bit complicated: "It's hard for me to imagine myself wearing that dress."

"That's because you only have a teaspoon of imagination." A sentence floated out from behind the computer.

"The effect is actually not bad, really." Gotze quickly comforted, "But Thomas has a very good memory, especially for jokes. To be honest, I don't know where he got so many bad jokes, but you have to admit them It's kind of funny to say it in Bavarian dialect."

"If I remember correctly, Thomas has only been wrong about jokes once. We were at a bar once and Thomas told a joke about two raisins and seemed to insist that Tony told him. Tony was there that day, But Tony said that he had never told Thomas such a silly joke, and that Thomas actually saw it in a joke post, but he didn't remember it.

"The synesthesia trap!" Neuer behind the computer suddenly stuck out his head and smiled slyly, "It was proposed by the American scientist Fiennes in 1985, and it is a kind of memory bias. Of course, most of you... "

He stopped.

Both Gotze and Müller stared at him suspiciously.

"Did you just say the bar?" Neuer asked eagerly.

Gotze nodded.

Neuer slapped himself on the forehead vigorously, then quickly stuffed the computer into the bag, and rushed out the door with the bag on his back, leaving Gotze and Muller looking at each other.

"He...he..." Gotze felt that the situation in front of him prevented him from expressing his thoughts well.

Mueller nodded in agreement: "He often does this."

"Thomas!" Neuer called from the corridor, "tell Benny that I'm at the Historie."

Muller hurried out the door, trying to remind Neuer that this is a hospital and you can't shout.However, he didn't even see Neuer's figure. It seems that the genius scientist ran away impatiently.

Getze suddenly felt a tightness in his heart.

He said... Historie?that bar?

Chapter 7

It was late when Gotze returned to Harlaching.Müller thoughtfully drove him back, lest Ram would come after Gotze if something happened to him.

Royce's house was dark, which made Gotze feel a little strange.

Haven't come back yet?

With that in mind, he opened the door.

The room was not completely dark, the fireplace in the living room was lit, but it was almost extinguished, and the remaining weak fire light was tightly blocked by the curtains, so that it could not be seen from the outside at all.

Goetze put the key in an empty fish tank by the door and went into the living room, where he saw Royce sitting in an armchair by the fireplace.

Royce sank deeply into the chair, sitting in an extremely uncomfortable posture, resting his head on the side armrest with one hand, his eyes closed, and seemed to be asleep.

Goetze walked around him lightly, picked up the poker by the fireplace, and poked the wood in the stove, trying to make the fire burn hotter so that the sleeping man would not catch a cold.

It was really cold in the room.Gotze shivered, and then heard a sentence colder than room temperature from behind.

"where did you go?"

Gotze turned around, and Reuss, sitting in the armchair, looked at him and asked.

The fire burned a little more vigorously, emitting a warm and warm light.This light was also burning in Royce's eyes looking straight at him. His golden eyelashes were so slender, but they left two deep shadows under the light of the fire.

The light in Royce's eyes was so bright that Gotze couldn't look straight.He lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

"Where have you been?" He heard him ask again, his tone colder than last time.

He looked up, looked Royce in the eyes again, still didn't speak.

The light in those eyes dimmed.Royce blinked and whispered, "Sunny...you don't trust me anymore, tell me why."

"sorry."

"I don't want to hear your apology