[Football] King Of Europe

Messi and Cesc Fabregas looked at the teenager in the middle of the lawn.

His figure is slender and thin, and he looks very different from a football player as defined by the public. However, the two who witnessed the scene just now dare not ignore the strength hidden in the boy's body.

That dazzling white light not only crossed their line of sight, but also left a deep impression on the minds of the teenagers at the same time.

Such a breathtakingly beautiful free kick, it is almost impossible to speak any words.

The boy was wearing a peaked cap, which covered most of his face. Under the moonlight, his face was shrouded in shadows, blurry, leaving only a sharp chin, which was white.He was wearing a white T-shirt with a dragon pattern printed on it. The fiery red dragon arrogantly stuck out its long tongue, spraying flames wantonly, and there was a "" date mark underneath - Messi didn't see it clearly Whether there is a club logo, but it can be inferred from that date that he should be a Porto fan.

The boy asked if it was their ball.

Fabregas poked Messi: "Hey, Leo, he asked if it was our ball!"

Immediately afterwards, before Messi did not answer, he said with lightning speed: "Of course this is not our ball."

Sebastian: ? ? ?

Did he guess wrong, this ball doesn't belong to these two guys? !

Immediately afterwards, he saw the black-haired little curly hair push his partner beside him: "This is his ball!"

Sebastian: ...

Messi: ...

Poor Leo Messi was caught off guard and staggered by his little friend, and almost fell to the ground in a very unsightly posture.But his little friend was right, so he answered subconsciously: "Well, that's right, this is my ball."

Sebastian: ...

He glanced at Messi, who was steadying his figure. The Argentine boy looked a little shy, and a slight blush appeared on his face just for a moment. Sebastian's excellent eyesight was even enough for him to see the blood oozing from the tip of the other's nose. A few drops of sweat.

The ball was still hanging on the net, and the two people on the opposite side seemed to have no intention of picking it up. Thinking that he had kicked the ball over, Sebastian finally stepped to the net to take the ball, and then, A low pass--

"I kicked it, don't you mind?"

The ball was hooked lightly by Messi and stopped firmly under his feet.His eyes have been glued to the boy and never left, and because of this, after noticing that he poked the ball with his toes, he turned around without a pause——

He is leaving!

This idea flashed through Messi's mind in a flash, followed by the boy's half-turned body, with only one side of his eyes in his eyes, and it would soon turn into the back of his head——

If you don't say anything else, that boy will really leave!He kicked such a beautiful free kick!Was he embarrassed because he kicked himself?But that's really no big deal, he doesn't have any unhappy thoughts in his mind——

Even if there is, it disappears after the arc bent into art.

"No no no... oh, Cesc!"

--what you do!

Messi exclaimed in pain, and the second half of the words were slapped back in the stomach by Fabregas.His little friend waved enthusiastically as if he knew what he wanted to say: "Of course I don't mind! Are you right, Leo?"

Messi nodded vigorously, fulfilling his wish and seeing the boy turn his head, under the moonlight the boy's lips were slightly pursed, as if he still cared a little bit.Messi was anxious for a moment, and wanted to say that he really didn't mind at all, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt redundant. He scratched his head, and finally, thousands of words became one sentence——

Total compliments.

"You play the ball really well."

His tone was sincere and sincere, and his eyes were calm. Anyone who saw him would know that it was a great appreciation, and he couldn't do anything half false.

What's more, he also has a little partner who knows his heart well - in order to increase his convincing force, Cesc Fabregas beside him also nodded sincerely.

Sebastian: ...

After being teased by these two people, the gloom in his heart has long since dissipated. At this moment, the green-eyed boy looked at the sky speechlessly for a while.If he had known that the ball belonged to these two guys, he wouldn't have kicked him impulsively if he was killed!How far he must have hidden and just slipped back home!

You said that Barcelona just came to Porto to play such a friendly match. If these two guys don’t stay in the hotel, what are they doing here at night? !Fortunately, I bumped into it by accident.Estimate the time, maybe they sneaked out as soon as they got back to the hotel.Don't they know that Porto fans are very fanatical?

It's good that Porto won the game. In this block, there are a large number of diehard Porto fans-be careful to be sacked and dragged to a small alley for a beating!

But it's not too late now.

Sebastian was slandering while thinking about countermeasures. To be honest, he didn’t want to stay here any longer. The two people opposite Messi and Fabregas——he just met him at the Porto stadium tonight. At that time, he was sitting in the stands, and those two were under the stands.They ran wantonly in Porto's new stadium "Dragon", swaying their talents without scruples, and Porto's home commentator Santos also praised them.

Maybe he should just go home and ignore the ball on the lawn.

Although Yu Zu had dissipated long ago, but...he didn't want to tell them who he was.

Just be an ordinary boy on the street!

He stretched out his hand and buttoned the peaked cap on his head: "Oh, thank you, I'm home, goodbye!"

Messi: ...

Fabregas: ...

Hey hey hey don't run! ! !

Watching the young man cross the bridge in a hurry, Cesc Fabregas patted his little friend speechlessly: "Leo...are we so scary?!"