KC280 [2-in-1 (including yesterday's leave)]

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When Cristiano woke up, it was not yet dawn, he was awakened by the pain of the wound on the brow bone, and after the effect of the painkiller had passed, the pain began to break down the door.

He opened his eyes, and before he could adjust to the dim light in the room, he heard a soft call.

“Cris？ ()”

Cristiano recognized it almost at the same time as the lover's voice, and he snorted lowly: Kaka? ▁()▁[()”

"It's me." Kaka answered, then there was the sound of clothes rubbing, and then there was a "click", the light in the ward was turned on, and Kaka leaned over slightly, "Why did you wake up?" Is the wound starting to hurt? ”

Cristiano frowned at the sudden light and tried to cover his eyes with his arm, but was quickly stopped by Kaka.

"Don't move." He pressed Cristiano's arm and carefully put Cristiano's arm back into the quilt, "Don't touch the wound, how do you feel now?" ”

"Not bad." Cristiano replied, his eyes finally focused on Kaka's face, he raised his hand and rubbed the side of Kaka's face with the back of his hand, curled the corners of his mouth, and teased in a hoarse voice, "You look worse than me." ”

Kaka didn't believe Cristiano's nonsense, he knew that Cristiano was woken up by pain, and he once heard his lover's unconscious snort.

"Cris, don't lie to me, I know." Kaka lowered his head against Cristiano's forehead, carefully avoiding the wound on the side of his brow bone, holding Cristiano's face with both hands, "Your painkillers have worked, haven't they?" The nurse told me that if I felt too much pain in the middle of the night, I would go to the nurse's desk and ask for another pill. ”

"It hurts a little, but not to that extent." Cristiano tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his nose rubbed against Kaka's face.

His breathing was slightly heavy because of the pain, but he just bent his eyes and said to Kaka, "I want to sit up and drink some more water, and you can talk with me for a while." ”

Kaka looked at him, was silent for a moment, then straightened up and nodded slightly.

"By the way, do Junior and Lukka know?" After drinking the water, Cristiano asked first, he was more worried that the two children would panic when they saw the game.

Kaka replied, "They didn't see the video, and I told Emma to be careful not to show it to the kids." But I told them you were hurt, and they would know sooner or later. ”

"You're right." Cristiano nodded, knowing that Kaka would take care of it.

"I guess the video looks scary?" He then asked.

"It scares the kids out to the point of crying." Kaka said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cristiano laughed, as if amused by his exaggeration.

He shook his head, lifted Cristiano's face slightly, and looked at where his lover was hurting.

Cristiano's injury was so close to his eye that it was a finger's width that the spikes of his sneakers would have kicked him in the eye.

Kaka was still breathing trembling with palpitations.

He carefully put his hand down

() On the side of Cristiano's face, and his lover, who was born to be coquettish, habitually turned his face sideways and rested it in the palm of his hand.

Kaka leaned in and kissed the corner of Cristiano's mouth and whispered, "You scared the hell out of us." ”

"Don't worry." Cristiano bowed his head and kissed Kaka's palm, and he asked again, "What about the game?" What do you think? ”

'We won, 7-1, a big win.' Kaka said.

Cristiano blinked, the corners of his mouth grinning, looking happy: "I knew." Who scored the goal? Let me guess. There must be you, and then Karim? Gareth? Or Morata? Toney or Luca might have one, as well as Sergio, who can score as well...... Oh, that's not a guess. ”

When it comes to the game, Cristiano seems to be in a lot of interest, his eyes are wide open, like a puppy with a ball, very bright.

Kaka laughed at this, and he unnoticeably held Cristiano's head in place, preventing his lover from shaking his scarred head as he talked about football.

He nodded helplessly and announced the answer: "Yes Cris, with me, two goals, Benzema also has two, and then Bale, he scored one, Morata assists one, Kroos too, Sergio?" He didn't, but he defended hard and he got a yellow card. ”

Cristiano blinked, and he smiled: "I knew you were going to score, I said it a long time ago." ”

Kaka remembered what Cristiano had said to him before he left the court, and he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and whispered, "I won't let you down." ”

"Of course." Cristiano replied, "Sergio got a yellow card? I'm not surprised at all. ”

Kaka's smile was even more pronounced.

The two chatted for a while, and Kaka noticed Cristiano's voice slowly becoming softer, and knew that Cristiano was tired, so he flattened the hospital bed and said in a low voice, "Sleep a little longer, Cris, it's almost dawn." ”

"Then you can come up and sleep for a while." Cristiano, half-open in sleepiness, moved to the side, making room for an empty seat, patted the sheets, and looked at Kaka insistently.

It wasn't the first time, Kaka didn't refuse, he lay sideways beside Cristiano, and before he could close his eyes, he heard his lover chuckle.

"Remember the time when you came to the hospital? The next day Boss and Roy are here, and you hide in the bathroom. Cristiano said, turning his face to look at Kaka, a happy and sly smile flashing in his eyes.

Kaka laughed too, of course he remembered, and he was still found. He really thought he was going to be thrown out by Keane's men.

But fortunately not, and more crucially, Sir Alex Ferguson did not discover their little secret.

He squeezed Cristiano's palm and shook his head helplessly: "Sleep, Cris, it's the next day, Sir Alex Ferguson and Keane may not appear here, but Zizou and Sergio will definitely come over, there is not much time left for you to sleep." ”

Cristiano blinked, and he put his head in Kaka's shoulder socket: "Good night Kaka." ”

"Don't press the wound." Kaka shrank back slightly, and pulled out a little more of Cristiano's face, his lover's face

With a little bit of fleshy baby fat, he pinched it shallowly, and then saw Cristiano's face bulging.

He kissed Cristiano's lips, which were slightly puffed out by himself, "Good night Cris." ”

Cristiano laughed and closed his eyes.

His wounds still hurt, but they were like old friends to him, he endured them, got acquainted with them, got used to them.

Zinedine Zidane and the rest of the team arrived at the hospital at noon the next day, and Kaka had already cleared Cristiano's discharge formalities.

"I'm fine, the wound is almost healed." Cristiano gave his teammates a thumbs up, smiling and squeezing his eyes, as he boarded the bus to the airport with the team.

Ramos sat in the front seat of the bus, and he turned his head to look at Cristiano: "Are you lying to the schoolboys?" Such a big wound that healed almost overnight? It will hurt for at least a few days, and you will feel good when you sleep at night, and it may be so painful that you can't sleep. ”

"I'm just so much better, my recovery has always been amazing, and I'm able to tolerate the pain." Cristiano lifted his chin.

Ramos thought to himself when he heard this, this is true, he has never seen anyone who can directly stitch five stitches on the sidelines without anesthetic, without complaining of pain or struggling, just sitting there so quietly, obviously Cristiano is the one who can cry the most in their team.

He glanced at Cristiano and saw that the Portuguese was looking at him with his chin raised, like a cat who was always proud and reserved.

Ramos was immediately amused by his own thoughts, come on, Cristiano like a cat? He's a leopard, pretty much the same.

- Even if the leopard doesn't bite, if it is annoyed, the opposite goal will be viciously poured into the ball.

Cristiano sensitively noticed Ramos' laughter, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Ramos: "I can go and play a game right away, believe it or not?" ”

"Come on, please settle down." Ramos shook his head, and suddenly thought of something after he finished speaking, and looked at Cristiano sharply, "Don't tell me that you still want to fly to Portugal tomorrow to play in the World Preliminary Tournament." ”

Cristiano narrowed his eyes: "What's not to do?" I said, I'm almost as good as I am. ”

He has a secret weapon. Cristiano grimaced at Ramos inwardly.

Ramos gasped, then immediately looked at Kaka: "Is he serious? ”

Kaka also frowned slightly, he didn't discuss the next national team match with Cristiano, but he almost acquiesced that the other party would stay home and get some rest, and obviously, he guessed wrong.

"Don't force it, Cris, you should get some rest." Kaka said disapprovingly.

Cristiano looked at Kaka: "I think I'm resting well and I'll recover better tomorrow, I've already decided, unless they turn me down." ”

Will Portugal reject Cristiano? Apparently impossible.

Kaka knew he couldn't convince Cristiano about the national team game, and he could only pray that Cristiano didn't hold up.

Ramos shook his head: "It's just the World Preliminaries, is it worth it?" Then we've got more club games in the future, you ......"

"I'm going to be there too, I'm not going to be absent." Christie

Arno interrupted Ramos directly, and he looked at the other party with a smile? ()? [(), tapped the side of his eyebrow bone, as if looking at an unintelligent fool, "I'm injured here, and it won't affect my training and competition." ”

"And training?" Ramos was completely confused with Cristiano, and he muttered and complained: "You should really give yourself a little breather, you think of yourself as an iron man?" ”

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sp; Cristiano chuckled when he heard this, and he suddenly leaned forward, hugged Ramos's chair, leaned in and asked, "Do you care about me, or do you care about the game that needs me later?" ”

Ramos subconsciously shrank back, but was immediately blocked by the table in front of him, and he couldn't shrink back much.

He looked into Cristiano's eyes, and an inexplicable sense of weakness and shortness of breath rose, and then he stiffened his neck and said, "Can't you tell the difference?" Sese is so sad. ”

Cristiano scoffed, and he slapped Ramos on the forehead: "Don't worry about my business, I'll do everything." ”

The sound of "pop" was particularly crisp and loud, causing the surrounding teammates to cast several glances.

Cristiano's heart was rarely weak, and he didn't expect it to be so crisp, Ramos's forehead turned red in almost two seconds.

He quickly looked away and leaned on Kaka's shoulder, looking so tired that he wanted to close his eyes and rest, and swallowed back all the words Ramos wanted to scream.

Ramos could only turn back to his seat in frustration, and Modric, who was sitting next to him, looked at him several times, and he couldn't stop laughing with his shoulders bent.

"Oh my God, it's like a poke on the door of your head." He said, adding, "Cristiano's exclusive poke, the freshly baked kind." ”

Ramospie turned to their midfield manager with a smile: "...... Do I look like an envelope? ”

"You look like a not-so-clever wrongdoer." Modric replied.

Cristiano grinned as he leaned against Kaka's shoulder.

By the time he returned home to Madrid, it was already late at night, and the next afternoon, Cristiano flew back to Portugal on a private jet, taking Pepe and Coentrão with him.

"You look worse than the day before." Coentrão sat in Cristiano's seat facing each other, and he pointed out unceremoniously and pointed, "Pepe, look at him, don't you?" ”

Cristiano propped his head and said lazily with his eyes half-closed; "Three flights in four days, you will also look good and you can't see where to go."

Coentrão leaned over coldly, and he raised his hand in front of Cristiano's forehead, but Cristiano jerked him away, and then he turned his body a little dazed and pressed his head.

"You're having a fever, Cristiano." Coentrão grimaced, "You know what? ”

"Probably a little cold." Cristiano snorted, "I didn't have a good rest, just wait until I get to the hotel and get a good night's sleep." ”

Coentrão: "......"

Pepe frowned, and he asked, "Kaka didn't stop you?" ”

Cristiano raised his eyes and gave Pepe a look - if Kaka had stopped him, would he still be here?

He didn't bother to speak.

He cooled himself down before going out, and there was treatment in the system

() Pack,Although time-sensitive,But at least it's mixed with the check of the card.,It's just that if you want to use it again after using it once.,Then you have to wait for the cooldown time to pass before you can use it.,Just like a game skill.。

Every World Championship is important for Portugal and they don't always win games and qualify.

Cristiano wants him to be there every game that the national team needs him in, he wants to do something for Portugal, he wants to take this team as far as possible, and after taking over Portugal from Figo, he wants to take Portugal to the next top.

The other two Portuguese on the plane exchanged a look, no one said anything more, and Pepe poked his phone with his head down.

Until the plane lands steadily.

As soon as he got off the plane, Cristiano was stopped by the national team coaching staff and medical team who were picking him up at the airport, and even accompanied by Costa, who came to the national team as an assistant coach.

"Rui?" Cristiano was somewhat surprised to see Costa, "Why are you here?" I thought I'd see you at the training ground. ”

"Because I've heard that there's a restless imp who is going strong, I'll make sure." Costa said, as he sat down with Cristiano and motioned for the medical team to come up and give Cristiano a check-up.

Cristiano choked, looked up at Costa, and emphatically said, "That must not be me." ”

"Shut up Chris, if you're still restless, then I can shake Luis, Louis is in the city today." Costa leaned over Cristiano's ear and said.

- He has to save some face for the current Portuguese captain, and if he threatens, it is enough to stay between the two.

Cristiano kept his mouth shut.

Costa had time to take a good look at Cristiano, and he gasped slightly, even though he had known the news of Cristiano's eyebrow injury, but the picture was nothing more terrifying than what he saw with his own eyes, and the boy's eyes were dark and bloody, which had not completely melted, and it looked especially bad.

"He was having a fever, the wound on his brow bone was not healing well, he lacked rest." The staff on the side said to Costa.

Costa's face became even more unsightly, and he turned to Cristiano solemnly.

Cristiano pursed his lips, still trying to insist: "I'll go back to the hotel and rest for one night." ”

"Do you think Louis will approve?" Costa asked.

Cristiano: "......"

"Go back to Madrid, go back and get some rest, it's not negotiable, I can call Bento for you and he will agree with me." Costa said, threatening to call their manager.

Cristiano looked at Costa's expression of no room to refuse, and he slumped his shoulders in pity: "I know Rui, no need for a phone, I'll go back." ”

Seeing that their little strawberries were as spiritless as if they had been hit by frost, Costa shook his head: "Real Madrid's next schedule is also very dense, right?" You'll have to take at least two breaks. ”

Cristiano pursed his lips and didn't answer, he thought to himself, then it's up to Zizou, he can't do anything.

Seeing Cristiano's rare silence, Costa raised his eyebrows in some surprise, and suddenly approached Cristiano as if he had realized something: "You listen to Zidane very much."

Speech? ()”

Cristiano: ......I've always listened to coaches, every coach. ()_[(()”

"Okay, okay." Costa laughed, he rubbed Cristiano's hair twice, thinking to himself, Cristiano is indeed always obedient, but it does not mean that Cristiano has no personality and temper, just ask Mourinho, the two have choked each other more than once.

But it's always strange, even if the two have quarreled several times, but every time Mourinho is asked about Cristiano, he always has a proud posture like "he is the best" and "the other can't be compared".

Costa shook his head, these two Portuguese must have been the most characterful, proud, and untamable Portuguese he had ever met.

Figo called Cristiano after he had returned to Madrid, and he was unusually angry on the phone, but he still restrained himself and only asked about Cristiano's injury.

"Okay Luis, I know, I'm at home, I'm lying down, Kaka is here, I'm not going to mess around, I've been sent back by Portugal." Cristiano replied in a row, his face furrowed, and a cool towel on his forehead.

As he spoke, the towel was taken away, and Kaka changed another one and put it back on, so cold that Cristiano subconsciously shivered and inhaled.

"What's wrong?" Figo noticed keenly and asked, "What did you do again?" ”

“…… I didn't do anything, I just got frozen in a towel. Cristiano pouted the corners of his lips with a smile, "Don't talk about me, Luis, did you have a good job today?" ”

"Reluctantly, if you don't count the question of your broken eyebrow bone that was suddenly asked at a reporter's event." "You didn't even tell me. ”

"No broken bones! Just a few stitches. Cristiano corrected, he touched his nose, "I can't go around and say to someone, hey, I'm hurt?" ”

Figo: "...... Cristiano! ”

He really couldn't do anything with Chris.

Cristiano laughed, and while eating the fruit handed by Kaka, he muttered in a soft voice, "I'll tell you next time, I promise." ”

"You'd better not have a next time." Figo's eyelids jumped, and suddenly he thought of his good teammate, Zidane didn't even tell him the news of Cristiano's injury, he pursed his lips, he still had a phone call to call.

"Of course, of course." Cristiano was full of words.

After hanging up Figo, Cristiano looked up at Kaka: "...... Do you think I'm going to call the boss? ”

Kaka smiled, he clicked on the social software on his phone, and the news on it about Cristiano being forced back by the Portuguese team due to injury and fever has been overwhelming.

He looked at Cristiano: "Will Sir Alex Ferguson be happy to see this news?" ”

Cristiano: "......"

He shrunk his neck and obediently shoved both of his bare feet between Kaka's legs to keep warm, and his beastly instinct made him aware that his lover was angry and unprovoked.

Kaka held Cristiano's ankle, even though he was angry with Cristiano's nonsense, but seeing Cristiano's reaction, he was neither angry nor crying or laughing, so he could only reach out and cover Cristiano's feet and massage the muscles of his calves.

"Then I'll make a call." Cristiano narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Ferguson's blower swore a bloody blow at the Portuguese manager, and Bento, who was far away at the Stadium of Light for pre-match warm-up training, sneezed several times before suddenly realizing that he had forgotten to bring his badge.

It's going to be deducted again. Bento scratched his hair and thought depressedly.!

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