The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 162 Chasing away the crybaby

Because Cyril didn't want it, James and Cyril still failed to have any specific indescribable things happen under the eyes of the child that night.

James simply fell asleep with Cyril in his arms.

Not long after, Allen, who couldn't sleep, climbed up with James' body.The arm of James he used was very strong and powerful, and he could easily roll Cyril to the other side - Cyril was asleep like a dead pig and found no abnormality - such a strong and powerful feeling was what Allen had never seen before. Unprecedented experience, he happily puffed up his muscles and acted like a bodybuilder.

After secretly having fun for a while, he was going to go out to drink some water and watch TV to pass the time of insomnia.

James’s house is not as luxurious as Ronaldo’s house, but he is also the top salary in the world football, and he is so economical and has made a lot of money, so James’s house is also big and beautiful, and later he has Cyril Once you check in, the home will be more warm and comfortable.

Allen comfortably took a jar of honey from the refrigerator, collapsed on the sofa, and ate it with a spoon.

The stars in the TV series are not familiar to him, probably because the world is different, so the famous movie stars are also different, but it looks better this way, not seeing a face and remembering what roles she played before.

Allen laughed out loud watching a romantic comedy.

A door behind him opened, and out came a little boy in pajamas, with a head of black shaggy hair, and a pair of green eyes.Allen didn't know him, and subconsciously resisted, but thinking that this kid looked like he lived in this house, he should be someone James knew well.

Allen smiled at him.

The little boy was flattered, smiled embarrassedly, and brought a glass of milk from the refrigerator to accompany Alan. "It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

Allen let out an "um" and kept James' character without speaking.

"Is Cyril still asleep? Did he wake you up by his snoring?" the boy asked.

Alan didn't know what role he was playing, so he didn't dare to answer indiscriminately, but urged: "It's so late, why don't you go back to sleep? Go quickly."

The little boy is not afraid of him, "I don't want to sleep yet, I want to chat with you."

Allen didn't speak, and the kid asked him, "Are you upset, James?"

"What am I unhappy about? Tell me." Allen told him that he was already very good at imitating James' every move, and even James' tone of voice was exactly the same.

The little boy didn't notice the abnormality, he just had a pure intuition that he might not be in a good mood right now. "Are you worrying about Cyril? I watched the game and you are in a hurry to teach him how to be the king of the Bernabeu, to teach him to be a leader, right? Why the rush? Did something happen? "

"That has nothing to do with you." Allen realized who he was, "I am Real Madrid, you are Barcelona, ​​keep your position, brat."

The little boy licked his lips, swayed his feet, and said, "I can see it even if you don't tell me, but I don't know what you are for. James, but I still think you should be more cautious. Cyril didn't Not the best choice. He..."

"Shut up." Allen said, "It's not for you to judge how Cyril is."

It's so cold and hurtful.

The little boy blushed all of a sudden, and he huddled on the sofa without speaking.

But it's really hard for him to see James recently. Cyril occupies James so tightly that he doesn't leave him any time. This is a rare opportunity for him.After hesitating for a while, he leaned over again.

"Cyril is not enough to be your heir. James, even if you don't want to listen, I have to say that he is not worthy of your No. 10. No. 10 should be the number of the leader, the core of this team, and the whole team. The spiritual strength of the team. But Cyril is not enough to bear all this. He only values ​​​​himself. If you watch his game carefully, you will know that he pays attention to his feet. He thinks that is his way, but it is not, No. 10 means more to the team than just scoring goals and winning goals."

"what is that?"

The boy said mysteriously, "I think I'm the one closest to you."

Allen shook his head and laughed, rubbing his eyebrows while laughing, obviously thinking that listening to him talk about such nonsense here is better than watching TV seriously. He waved his hand, waving the little boy away from him like a fly, His eyes also fell on the TV.

The kid snorted and said, "You think so too, that's why you secretly taught me how to play football behind Cyril's back."

Allen looked at him, "Listen, I was just on a whim."

"No," said the brat. "If there is one person in this world who can match your miracle, it is me. James, only me, I can reach that height, no one else can. We and them no the same."

The little boy was very serious, staring at Alan closely.

Allen froze for a moment. Like Cyril, he was not the kind of person with outstanding talent. He only gradually became stronger by his hard work or the guidance of a famous teacher.But there is a small group of people who are different, they have a very strong football talent.They seem to be born knowing how to play football, real geniuses.

James is that kind of guy without a doubt, and so is Messi.

Allen thought of Messi, and looked at this little brat again.He reached out and pulled the boy's hair.

"It's nothing different." Allen said dryly.

"There is a difference. I can feel it." The boy said, "James, don't be fooled by Cyril. He is very wicked and tricks you with his sweet words. You must be careful He, don't believe me, I won't harm you, I'm sincere to you. "

He seemed to have something left to say, Allen looked at him seriously and gave him an encouraging look. "Why? Cyril is usually very respectful to me, why should I be wary of him?"

Allen was worried that this little brat was holding some evidence in his hands.

Sure enough, the brat said, "...I think Cyril's feelings for you are extraordinary."

Allen smiled faintly, "For example?"

"He looks at you differently," said the brat. "He likes you, I can tell. James, this is a very bad thing. If someone else finds out, your fame will be ruined." It's all ruined. And he not only likes him, he is still looking at you and wants to get benefits from you."

"It's just a look, and it's your subjective assumption, which is not convincing." Allen continued to coax him, "You have to show me some real evidence. Cyril and I are both men, and I love him very much. , as if he loves his younger brother and his own son, he is also grateful and admiring to me, you may be wrong."

"No!" The boy became excited.

He thought it was James who spoke, so he was very angry with James' trust in Cyril, jumped up from the sofa, and walked around James.

Alan continued: "I know, you may have a little prejudice against Cyril, but believe me, as long as you get along calmly, one day you will find each other's kindness. You are a good boy, and Cyril is also a good boy ..."

"No, James," said the brat, "Cyril is just using you."

Alan looked at him and said deliberately, "If you say that again, I'm going to get angry."

"James!" the brat said, "Think about it, Cyril has also won the Golden Globe this year, and he has gained status in the locker room, and you praise him for making faces in front of everyone, his reputation is Didn’t he grow up gradually? That’s why you lifted him up little by little. With his skills and character, just by himself, can he win the Golden Globe?”

Allen didn't speak.

The kid said, "Did he tell you something else? So you could give him your money? James, he'll take your money and kick you off. He's such a bad one." Man. He's horrible."

"I think the scary person is you." Allen said, "Is it true that you are from Barcelona? You always think of others so badly."

"Then I am also a person of flesh and blood. I have feelings. I know that you treat me well, and I want to treat you well." The brat said, "I have evidence in my hand to prove what I said, but I cannot give you Look. James."

Allen's heart beat a few times.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, basically killing people to silence them, but he looked at the kid, and the kid was still looking at him sincerely, not knowing Alan's current mood at all.

After a while, Allen suddenly smiled and said indifferently, "After a long time, did I actually invite a poisonous snake back? If you treat Cyril like this, then how do you treat me?"

"James, you are a good man, but Cyril..."

In this way, Allen can judge in his heart that the little boy didn't get any fatal evidence, such as James Cyril's bed photo or something, because if he got it, the little boy couldn't be like this "James doesn't know anything, Fooled by the Evil Cyril' look, but 'You can't love the Evil Cyril'.

In this way, Allen can feel a little relieved.

But keeping this little thing around is a hassle after all.First, he was already suspicious of Cyril, and it would be hard to say what would happen if he found out about Cyril's relationship with James; second, Allen hated him for no reason.To drive him away, far away.

He lay on the sofa and coughed.

The little boy immediately asked with concern: "Is it too sweet to eat?"

Allen's face was stiff, and he gave up pretending to be sick, "No."

Allen said directly: "I will send you back to Barcelona. You are not allowed to mention the matter of Cyril again. No matter what he is, it is my business and his business, and no one else is allowed to intervene."

"Are you going to send me back to Barcelona?" The kid looked at him in disbelief, because James has been acting like he wants to brainwash him to switch to Real Madrid, and how long has it been?He always thought that he could live at least with James. "For Cyril, you want to send me back to Barcelona?"

"You are from Barcelona." Allen said, "You will go back sooner or later."

"But……"

Allen said: "The matter between me and Cyril, I hope you will keep it a secret for the sake of me taking care of you. No matter what the outside world says, you will keep it a secret, okay?"

The little boy looked at him eagerly, "What's so good about Cyril? Why do you believe him and not me?! Do you like him too?!"

"Enough!" Allen said, "Stop talking, you go back to your Barcelona."

"You'll regret it!" The brat kicked Allen and ran back to the room quickly.