[Football] The world's first arrogant

"I sent Ann the player information that day, but why didn't she reply to me?" A few days later, when Mendes was drinking lemonade with Cristiano and basking in the sun by his swimming pool, he casually told Cristiano complained.

Cristiano pouted.

"Chris, why are you down?" Just when Cristiano planned to further advance his plan that day, using James's question to completely suppress his trouble of watching female anchor photos, little Chris stunned. He ran downstairs with a thud, waving a piece of paper in his hand.

"Draw!" Little Chris threw himself into Cristiano's arms and showed his father the piece of paper in his hand.

Cristiano took it with a smile, opened it with pride and joy and asked his son, "Is this for Dad?"

Little Chris nodded with a smile, "Yes, it's a dream!"

"What is a dream?" Cristiano was at a loss.

Gu Bei glanced at the painting and laughed, "It's probably Chris' dream, right? The theme of the painting, isn't it, Chris?"

Cristiano felt that she was smiling strangely, so he lowered his head to look at the painting.

Cristiano: ...

"Jorge, what do you mean he drew a goal? He also drew a small person standing in front of the goal? Is it the first goal in the penalty area?" Cristiano bit his straw and thought hard, and by the way described the little Cristiano Zhang Dazuo, "It's just a square, you know? I think that represents the goal. Then there is a circle, which is probably the ball. There is also a small figure with simple strokes standing at the door, with the ball in front of you, you say... ..."

Mendes looked at Cristiano sympathetically.

"What's your expression?" Cristiano had a premonition of something bad.

"Actually... it's not bad to be a goalkeeper." Mendes said with a sigh, "It's not like there is no such thing as a goalkeeper kicking a goal kick and scoring directly in this world-so, rounded up, it is roughly equal to a striker. "

Cristiano sighed, put the lemonade on the side table, and became sad.

"By the way, what player information are you talking about?" Cristiano sighed for a while, "Is that young man? The new player you signed?"

Mendes looked at Cristiano, and seemed a little surprised that he was not angry at all, "Yes, that guy, he is good at football, looks good, and has great potential. I told Ann to let her pay attention to him, what are you waiting for?" It's time to transfer to a giant and work well."

Then there is a new idol.

Mendes turned his head to look at Cristiano, but it is a pity that there may not be a super idol like Cristiano in football in ten or twenty years-but luckily, Cristiano is okay is his player.

Born in a prosperous age, and meeting the number one hero in the prosperous age, God gave him the biggest golden finger since the millennium.

"A baby face, it's very cute." Cristiano looked at his lemonade, which was about to bottom out, and quickly switched his and Mendes' cups, and changed the straw, drinking contentedly Take a big gulp.

Mendes, who is too old and not fast enough, almost raised his eyebrows, but thinking about the biggest golden finger since the millennium, he still resigned to his fate and ordered someone to refill the drink.

"But when it comes to cuteness, there is one thing that may be cuter to you." Mendes waited for the servant to deliver the drink and left before lazily answering, "But I guess Ann may not have told you."

Cristiano looked at him, "Then don't tell me, Ann doesn't want to say that there must be her reasons."

Mendes was caught off guard, and with a trembling hand, he buckled the new lemonade all over himself.

Cristiano was taken aback, jumped up from the deck chair and moved aside, until he saw that the water didn't splash on his side, he slowly went back to lie down, "Jorge, you are really old I can't even hold the water..."

Mendes grabbed a neatly folded towel for after swimming, and scolded Cristiano while wiping the water off his body, "When I didn't tell you something before, why didn't you tell me 'You must Have your own reasons'?"

Cristiano draped his sunglasses over the bridge of his nose and looked innocently at Mendes.

I can't help my mother... If Mendes knew this sentence, he would definitely agree with it.

"You have strengthened my heart that I must tell you." Mendes said sadly, "Ann from a friend of hers - don't ask me who, Ann protected the identity of the informant - she got it from that person I heard that Mr. Macy has some kind of suspicion on the tax issue. They said that Spain is preparing to investigate this matter, and provided some information that he personally obtained to Ann. What a good friend, I told Ann, The price can be higher, and I will reimburse you."

Of course Gu Bei knew about this a long time ago, but she has been suffering from being unable to mention it to the other party—after all, she shouldn't have known such a secret thing.

But fortunately, someone gave me a pillow as soon as I dozed off.It just so happened that a knowledgeable and interesting person gave her a Huatou at this time.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by Mendes, just based on this perfect timing, Gu Bei will definitely give the other party a chance to buy it.

Cristiano froze for a moment, "Which Messi?"

"...Messi from Argentina and Barcelona, ​​the younger one." Mendes patted Cristiano on the shoulder, pulled his wet clothes and said to change.

But Cristiano was so absorbed in the news that he didn't notice it.

If Messi really has this problem, no matter whether he knows the truth or not, his reputation will suffer a huge blow once it is exposed-this is inevitable.

In this way, when he is mentioned many years later, he will bear this stain, a stain that cannot be washed away.

Perhaps this incident will immediately affect Messi's competitive state, and even his historical reputation may be affected.

Yes, both of them have already obtained enough honors in this world, and obtained everything that countless people can't even dream of in their lifetime.If there is anything worthwhile for them to continue their paranoia, pursuit, and longing, it may be history.

They go beyond the present and have to pursue a further step in becoming history.

Just as Cristiano aspires to be part of Portuguese football history and a name that cannot be ignored in world football history, Messi aspires to something similar.

And private morality is their bonus item.

When Cristiano heard the news, it was difficult for him to tell what mood he was in.

Take pleasure in others' misfortune, or be outraged.

He felt that he should be gloating. He should be happy that his opponent made a huge mistake, a mistake that could destroy the reputation of a celebrity. They can use this incident to quickly decide the winner and the winner.

But it is undeniable that he is more furious.

He felt humiliated by his opponent, and also felt that a perfect opponent was destroyed by a stupid team.

Cristiano likes consummation. He hopes that when people say that he defeated Messi many years later, they are talking about how invincible he is, how he is invincible, not how Messi destroys his future, how self-imposed exile.

The victories he wants, and demands, are powerful outcomes, not lucky freebies.

But today, he seemed to hear Messi sneer, and said to him disdainfully: "The only thing I have been pursuing is you. You got it, but I gave it up." '

It was as if his past anxieties, jealousies, complacency, and joy were all self-righteous one-man shows, all clown performances after being fooled.

Just thinking about it like this would drive him mad with rage.

"Why didn't you tell me!"

When Gu Bei answered the phone, he heard Cristiano scolding her, "What are you afraid of! Are you afraid that I will ask you to continue pouring dirty water on him?"

Reason told him that he shouldn't accuse Ann like this, because he should trust her, believe that she loves him, and work hard to protect him.If there was anyone in this world that he must not doubt, it might be her.

But he still couldn't help it, still couldn't help questioning her so sharply.

He felt aggrieved, and felt that what he had done before was not worth mentioning—he was even more afraid that Gu Bei would feel the same way.

'Cristiano is doing really well, but if Messi isn't swayed by the tax authorities...'

Just thinking about this sentence, Cristiano couldn't bear it.

He couldn't open his mouth to explain his grievance and helplessness, he could only furiously try to cover it up.

"Cristiano, if you are willing to be so despicable, maybe I can tell you with confidence." Gu Bei said after a long time, "I wish you could gloat so despicably instead of..."

Not such a dignified rage.

Cristiano felt a little hot on his face.

Anger and grievance came like a gust of wind, but when they left, they were also like ebbing sea water, quickly and swiftly.

"Sorry." Cristiano whispered, "I didn't mean to lose my temper with you." He stood up and walked back and forth a little uneasy, a little worried that Gu Bei would get angry.

Fortunately, Gu Bei did not.

"I'm talking about this matter with the old Mr. Macy, we don't want it to become irreversible." Gu Bei seemed extraordinarily patient, "You don't need to care about this matter, Cristiano, I promise, when you When you get a title this year, no one will say, 'If Messi hadn't been affected...'."

Cristiano was even more embarrassed, "Sorry."

It seemed that he didn't know what else to say other than sorry.

Gu Bei was amused by him, "Why did you say sorry? Wasn't it very aggressive when you scolded me just now?"

Cristiano looked at the sky and gave a dry laugh.

"Actually, I should also apologize." Gu Bei was silent for a while, "Cristiano, I should tell you about this and how much I love you—everything you do is amazing to me .”

"Cristiano, you are the most amazing person in my eyes."