KC5

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Cristiano stared at his phone, as if he were staring at a dangerous object that could explode at any moment.

The next second, he suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly looked for a mobile phone charging cable in the locker in the locker room.

When the phone was successfully recharged, Cristiano was almost so nervous that he vomited physiologically.

His down-to-earth brain began to spin again, thinking of the phone call that had happened just a few minutes earlier.

They won the game, exchanged shirts amicably with the United players and thanked the crowds, and then they went back to the dressing room, where there was a carnival going on, and Cristiano, who looked out of place, was still wondering what was going on.

Was it because God heard the angry curse in his heart before he closed his eyes?

He denounced the dogma that all love is equal, so why is his love only left with bitter fruit except thorns? Fuck it.

People say that he is God's favorite, that God favors him, gives him talents, gives him strength, and gives him invincibility, but he is convinced that these blessings are only for him to suffer and suffer.

Gifted with the talent to see his teammates and his sweethearts leave one by one, while he still carries the heavy sails on the green field;

Give him strength, so that he must be invincible to the boos and slanders of the heavens, and make his heart like a rock, and his will like steel;

Grant him indestructibility, let his torn soul be imprisoned in a withered and decaying body, and let everyone leave him with peace of mind.

God may be partial to him, but never to show mercy to him, and God is stingy in wrapping his own Son with love, but he does not want His own Son to give him an ounce of love.

All in all, Cristiano cursed God in his heart before welcoming his own death.

If so, God also sent him twenty years ago, does that mean ...... God his old man's conscience has found out?

Cristiano was thinking about walking back to the locker room, and seriously, he didn't have much room to think about it, as his team-mates were already bustling with the locker room over.

He heard his phone-ringing in the confusion, and quickly broke free from the crowd, and took out his phone to connect without looking, and he knew that it was only Ms. Dolores who would call him.

But before Chris could speak, a voice on the other end of the phone couldn't be more familiar - "Cris? ”

Chris was almost stunned, maybe his voice was still a little clearer, but he could still make out it was Kaka!

And Kaka, who will call him "Cris...... Chris's eyes widened and he couldn't imagine, his breathing instantly became much heavier, and he hurriedly moved the phone screen to look at the call number.

God, it's really Kaka!

Chris gasped and hurriedly wanted to respond, but watched as a battery run out alert popped up on the phone screen, and then automatically turned off.

Damn it!

He finally watched as the phone rushed into some battery and began to slowly pop up the cutscene of turning on.

He couldn't help but shake his legs while holding his head, why did the mobile phone turn on so slowly twenty years ago?! Kaka, oh my, Kaka......

Chris couldn't help but let out a small cheer, he was almost 100% sure that it must be his world's Kaka, otherwise the other party would not have his mobile phone number.

As for what Kaka called him for...... Chris didn't think about it, there was only one thought left in his head, Kaka called him, and it was enough to make him happy.

While he spat on the joy that he had easily provoked, he wondered, why couldn't he rejoice? That's Kaka, it's Kaka of the same soul, and God his old man's conscience really found out.

Cristiano decided that God was trying to make amends for him. Then he should go ahead, even though Kaka's dogma may keep him from getting any closer......

Chris struggled not to think about the bad thoughts that were causing his blood to flow backwards.

He rubbed his face, if Kaka still had to keep his distance, then he could also choose not to be a lover, but to be his best friend, preferably, the kind of good friend who no one wants to have a girlfriend.

He pursed his lips, knowing that he would only think happily in his heart, and the reality was that Kaka could do whatever he wanted, he was a poor marionette, whoever fell in love first lost completely, and he was hopeless, even if he took a one-time life, he would not regret it.

At most, I'll feel a little tired.

However, Cristiano's happiness over the phone call didn't last long, and it was unknown who poured a bottle of water from behind him, and the water "zagged" all over Cristiano's body - and on his phone.

He opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the phone screen that was about to end the boot animation in disbelief, flickered a few times, and then completely blacked out.

Cristiano stood up abruptly and turned his head to look over, and before he could see who did it, he was rubbed by several big hands and rubbed his head and grabbed his shoulders: "Hey Cristiano!" Come out and celebrate with us! Don't look like a good baby from a mother! ”

Cristiano forgot that at this time, he was still a pitiful little man who was less than 1.8 meters tall and fell down with a shovel, and he had no chance to struggle under the hands of several teammates!

Chris was almost stunned.

He's too weak, isn't he?!

"My phone!" Cristiano waved his hand vigorously in dissatisfaction and tried to resist, but was directly suppressed.

"Come on, go back and buy a better one! It's time for your Nokia to be eliminated. The teammate said nonchalantly.

The money of a mobile phone is nothing to them when they win.

Cristiano pursed his lips.

However, he was not given another chance to quarrel with his Lisbon teammates, and as soon as they reached the entrance of the passage, someone called out to Cristiano: "Hey, someone is looking for you, in the stands, lucky guy." ”

Cristiano finally had a good reason to get rid of his hot teammates, and he immediately ran away.

"Who's looking for him?" The captain asked.

"The one."

When Cristiano ran to the stands, he saw Sir Alex Ferguson sitting there, smiling and nodding to him.

Cristiano was stunned for a moment, he knew that the previous lord had decided to introduce him to Manchester United after this game, but he had never met him privately before that.

"You know me." Sir Alex Ferguson smiled and looked at the visibly stunned boy in front of him.

Yes, boy, in the eyes of the old man, this boy who is just seventeen or eighteen years old is as thin as a little chicken, and can only be said to be a "teenager".

But it is such a thin body that seems to be stunted that bursts out with such dazzling energy on the court.

Ferguson had actually been eyeing Cristiano Ronaldo for a long time, but he had originally planned to pick up this moisturizing fruit a year later, when the opponent was more mature and stable, but after watching this match, he quickly overturned his plan.

He was afraid that if he was one step too late, perhaps this green fruit would be plucked by others.

For example, AC Milan's Italian fat man, and Real Madrid's Bosque, don't think he doesn't know, these people are secretly staring at little Chris.

“Sir。” Cristiano subconsciously laughed intimately and said, "Who wouldn't know about you." ”

"You look a little surprised, but not so surprised." Ferguson said.

Cristiano couldn't feel much distance from the master in front of him.

He sat down next to Ferguson, stretched his legs relaxed, just like he had done on the training ground at Manchester United, and he tilted his head for a moment before replying: "Probably because I'm good enough and I'm going to be one of the best in the future." ”

Cristiano in the previous life was just as flamboyant, always knowing that he was good and not hesitating to show it, even if it often upset others.

But even in the previous life, when he shouted this sentence in front of Ferguson, he still lacked confidence, and he looked like he was holding up the field with teeth and claws.

And not like now.

No one would know that under the young body in front of them lies a top star from the future who will be named the god of the Champions League and the king of the Bernabeu.

Cristiano finished speaking with a smile and calmness, his voice steady and deep, obviously such arrogant words, but people couldn't help but be convinced.

Sir Alex Ferguson was stunned for a moment, as if he had been convinced, the boy in front of him had not yet shown terrible energy, but his aura was surprisingly mature.

Ferguson laughed heartily, he adjusted his sitting position slightly, sat up a little straighter, and held out his hand to Chris: "Then I think we have reached a consensus." ”

"Yes." Cristiano blinked, "We're here to help, Sir." ”

"So which number of jerseys do you want?" Ferguson asked the little guy in front of him with interest, he found something very interesting in Cristiano, and the contradiction between youth and maturity was not incompatible with the boy, which made him want to talk more.

Cristiano looked over, he pulled the number 28 jersey on his body, and smiled: "You already have a plan in mind, don't you?" ”

Manchester United's legendary number seven.

And he will return to the pinnacle of legend with that number.

Ferguson looked at Cristiano with a slight surprise, he did have an idea, but he was sure that it was a very risky idea, and it would also bring him and the child unparalleled criticism and pressure.

Therefore, he is still hesitating, pulling out the seedlings to help them may ruin a good seedling.

"Seven. The glory will belong to Manchester United. Cristiano looked at Ferguson, "I assure you." ”

Ferguson crashed into the boy's amber eyes, and rarely gave birth to a stirring fighting spirit that belonged to a young man, he couldn't help but bow his head and laugh, he didn't think that after reading a thousand sails, there would be a time when he would be moved by the young man's gaze.

He exhaled softly, he had been touched by a person at one time, and then poured all his heart and soul into it, only to be disappointed in the end.

And what about the young man in front of him?

Cristiano Ronaldo.

Ferguson groaned, and finally said, "See you at the Theater of Dreams, boy, and I wish you the day when your dreams come true." ”