[End of text] Next door football bg unit article "Letter" has been opened
*The author is Lei Shuangjie Party. Double cleansing is equal to nourishing the stomach. Don't read if you need double cleansing to remove mines.
The author does not write about Real Madrid or Melo. He is just modest when he says that he is a pseudo-fan. He has watched games for 15 years, bought dozens of jerseys, gone to Italy to see the game live, been to Allianz San Siro, met Effenberg Baresi at the fan meeting, and took photos with autographs. So any people or stories I don't write about are just because I am not interested, so don't ask anymore. Not everyone has to like your favorite star (and agent)
Agent question: Anton doesn't want to transfer or market, so he doesn't have to find an agent. He just wants to save trouble. The so-called big agent will deprive him of his autonomy. In that era, Serie A was likely to be involved in a drug lawsuit and subsequent phone calls. And why did the big agent sign Anton?
How does it feel when a female college student who is finally about to enter society suddenly turns into an 18-year-old Italian-Asian guy?
Anton, who is struggling to load the Italian input method: It has become very good, don't change it next time
When I was still adjusting to life in a foreign country, I met the graduation exam and, as expected, failed to pass the exam. Do I have to go to the Confucius Institute to teach Chinese?
Anton, who was addicted to watching football but did not exercise in his previous life: Now that he has become a man, he must try to play football
This is the story of a boy (?) Who has a little talent, a little golden finger, and a little dream and moves forward bravely on the green field.
Announcement: This article will be published in v on December 14th. Three chapters will be updated at that time. Thank you for your support.
Note:
1. Daily life, eating, drinking, playing football, any bloody plot is just the author's crazy imagination, cp Inzaghi, team friendship, home team Milan, no transfer
2. The author is a senior pseudo-fan. It is unrealistic that he has watched all the games 20 years ago. He works hard to research the facts. If he finds that it is not consistent with the facts, it is because the author has not stopped researching and started making up random things.
3. I am in the advanced stage of procrastination, so I will try my best to update every day. Currently, the daily update time is restored to 9 am.
Note before reading: Very routine, running accounts, no passionate career line, slow growth, the book is called "Diary", the highlights are rare, if you don't like it, please click ×, repeat the title "Diary" again
Purpose: Work hard and win a wonderful football career
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Animal plastic bunt, one shot is over, OOC warning
Anton was sharpening the tips of his newly grown antlers in the practice room when he was called to the president's office. Galliani, a bald raccoon who is very good at riding bicycles, stood in the doorway rubbing his paws with an expression on his face as if he had just swallowed a whole lemon.
"Anton," Raccoon cleared his throat, "Real Madrid Entertainment offered a good price, but the company really can't sustain it. Your group activities next month... Will be transferred there."
Anton's antlers clicked against the mirror. He tilted his head and looked at his expressionless deer face in the reflection of the mirror. His ears drooped and his hooves tapped the ground twice: "If you sell me out, who will replace me as the lead dancer in the next episode of "UEFA Champions League"?"
Raccoon said nothing and pushed a stack of transfer agreements over.
The day Anton arrived at Real Madrid Entertainment, the lineup to pick him up was not small. A ferret in a suit and a sheep in glasses accompanied him throughout the process: physical examination (the veterinarian squeezed his hind legs and said he was "strong as an ox"), official photos were taken (the photographer asked him to straighten his horns and "show your best looking part"), and sign the contract (he closed his eyes and pressed the hoof prints). Anton didn't say much during the whole process, only symbolically curling his lips when shaking hands with the president, a silver fox with sparse hair. Silver Fox said, "Welcome, Real Madrid has the best resources here." Anton wondered if the best resource could be turned into a ticket back to Milan.
After all the procedures were completed, Sheep asked him whether he should eat first or go back to the dormitory first. Anton's ears suddenly perked up: "Which building does Richie live in? I'll go directly to his place."
Sheep was stunned for a moment and said of course, but the president might not be happy with him getting together as soon as he arrived. Anton stopped listening and ran out with his hooves pattering on the marble floor, his name tag still hanging on the corner.
Kaka has been waiting downstairs in the dormitory for a long time. To be precise, he was squatting in the shadow of the cherry blossom tree at the door. His white fur was tanned and fluffy, and his tail was wagging into a rotating fur fan. He saw a deer antlers emerging from the corner in the distance, and he began to step on his paws in place. Anton ran closer and then plunged into the warm hair of Samoyed's neck, and the tip of the corner almost hooked Kaka's headphone cord. Kaka was knocked back two steps by him, but still smiled and put his two front paws on his shoulders, and quickly licked the tip of his ears with his tongue.
"Okay, okay, we're here when we get there." Kaka's voice was muffled next to his ear. Anton buried his face in the fur. The deer's hearing was very sensitive. He could hear the heart in Kaka's chest beating as steadily as it did in the Milan dormitory.
Kaka's apartment is messier than Anton imagined. There were three different blankets piled on the sofa, an unopened express box in the corner, and a half cup of cold latte on the coffee table. Anton pushed the latte cup further away with his hoof, wrinkled his nose and said, "It's been almost two months since you came to Real Madrid. Can you make the house look like a private residence?"
"Don't lie down on my sofa as soon as you come in." Kaka swung his duffel bag to the entrance and lay down on the other end of the sofa, with his furry tail hanging down and sweeping the floor.
Anton said he was disgusted, but still put his head on Kaka's spread front paws, and the antlers made a gentle thump against the armrest of the sofa. Kaka lowered his head and rubbed the hair on the top of his head with his chin, and the breathing rhythms of the two of them slowly matched the same beat. They maintained this position for about ten minutes, until Anton's stomach growled.
For dinner, we went to a cat cafe in the backstreet of the company—it was actually a small restaurant where vegetarian and meat dishes were ordered separately. In front of Anton was a large plate of mixed salad mixed with chopped nuts, and on Kaka's side was a whole bowl of slow-cooked beef brisket. Anton chewed a piece of perilla leaf slowly while listening to Kaka talk about the boy band life in the past two months. Kaka said that her colleagues are very enthusiastic, but they always feel that there is something behind them - "They are all looking at my stage data and whether it is worth the company's money to sign me. If I make a mistake next time when I sing, the words behind me will definitely not sound good."
"You are a Samoyed with a naturally smiling face, so they have the heart to scold you?" Anton poked at the tomatoes in the bowl, "I am the one who will be told, 'Deer's legs are too thin to hold up.'"
"Don't come here." Kaka touched the base of his antlers with her wet nose, "When you were in Milan before, which time at the end of the year did you not take the first place in all direct shots of the stage? If you changed companies, you wouldn't be able to dance?"
Anton didn't answer. He stared at the neon lights outside the window, the streetlights stretching his angular shadow. Kaka seemed to have seen through him and pushed the bowl towards him: "No matter what, you are not allowed to be passive during rehearsals. We are both from Milan, and we have to let people here know that we are worth the price."
"What's it worth?" Anton pushed the bowl back, "You're worth it, I was sold cheap."
Kaka showed a row of white teeth and smiled: "Then I will accept a few more variety shows and earn back to replenish you."
When he returned to the apartment at night, Anton discovered that the room Kaka had prepared for him was right next door. It was a small but sunny bedroom. The curtains were light gray and the mattress had been laid out in two layers. He probably knew that deer's spines were afraid of being hard. After Anton took a shower (actually he used a deer's hooves to twist the shower head to rinse away the ashes), he shook the water off and heard Kaka humming next door - it was the chorus of Milan's debut song, and the tune was very different. Anton shouted through the wall: "You are out of tune." Kaka shouted back: "Then you sing." Anton leaned against the bathroom door frame and sang a few lines. The deer's cry was clear and bright, penetrating the two floors and frightening the parrots upstairs to flutter for a while. Kaka laughed so hard that he rolled on the sofa, his hair turning into a white ball.
Anton couldn't sleep at night. New ceiling, new curtain pattern, unfamiliar noises downstairs in the new dormitory. He turned over several times, his corner banging against the headboard, and finally got up and quietly slipped into Kaka's room. The Samoyed slept stretched out with his belly facing up, his four legs tilted in four directions, and his tail spread out on the edge of the bed like a white scarf. Anton squatted beside the bed and watched for a while. Kaka suddenly opened his eyes and snorted like a pig from his nose: "Anton?"
"The air conditioner in the room is too cold." Anton joked. In fact, the night breeze in September is just right.
Kaka moved to the side in a daze, leaving half of the bed free: "Then come up and don't shrink to that sofa again."
Anton hesitated for a few seconds, and finally curled up in the empty space at the end of the bed, resting his head on the tip of Kaka's tail. Kaka closed his eyes and covered Anton's belly button with his tail - this was an old habit he had developed in the Milan dormitory, saying that the deer's belly should not catch cold. Anton wanted to say "I am a deer but not a cat", but the words turned into "Don't sweep around". Kaka fell asleep again, breathing steadily, and her tail beat rhythmically, tapping Anton's flank. Anton stared at the light spots leaking in through the cracks in the curtains, and slowly closed his eyes.
The next day, Anton met his new colleagues when he went to the company's rehearsal hall. The cheetah Ronaldo was pressing his legs in the corner with one paw on the wall. He came over and touched his shoulder to say hello; the puma Alonso leaned against the stereo, swung his tail and nodded at him. Anton returned the greetings one by one, politely but keeping his distance, until a medium-sized dog with long golden hair rushed over from the other side of the rehearsal hall and jumped directly on his back.
"Anton! Why didn't you send a message when you arrived yesterday! I promised to pick you up at the airport!"
Guti—a golden retriever with an overly enthusiastic personality—rubbed his head against Anton's antlers, almost spitting on his eyelashes. Anton was staggered by him, but he still bent his neck and gently pushed the golden retriever's chest with the tip of his horn: "José, please be gentle, my hair has just been blown out."
Guti chuckled, dragged him around the venue, and introduced all his colleagues - from the gray wolf Raul who was sitting silently in the corner to the young and energetic honey badger Ramos. Anton kept a polite smile the whole time, but his ears always turned in Kaka's direction. Kaka sat on the floor on the other side of the rehearsal hall, his tail sweeping the ground unhurriedly, with a calm expression on his face. When Guti was finally called by his agent to review the script, Kaka slowly walked over and touched the tip of Anton's ear with his nose.
"You're too enthusiastic about Jose, too."
"Why are you jealous when someone helps me identify someone?" Anton poked him with the tip of his horn, "I haven't even taken a sip of the milk in your refrigerator."
Kaka's tail swung again.
Real Madrid Entertainment arranged for Anton to debut as a lead dancer, focusing on flexibility choreography. On the first day of rehearsal, the choreographer - a crane wearing silver-rimmed glasses - showed him the movements in 28 takes. Anton's deer legs were long and light, and the tips of his hooves made almost no sound when he turned in circles. Teacher He nodded repeatedly when he saw it. But Anton showed no expression throughout the whole performance. After dancing, he retreated to the corner of the rehearsal hall to drink water.
Kaká is positioned as both the lead singer and the face, and he was given a duet singing and dancing with Black Panther Benzema. However, although Samoyed's voice is clear, his body coordination is always a little behind, and his turns are a few tenths of a second slower during several joint training sessions. Some staff in the audience were already whispering, saying that the "smiling angel" the company spent a lot of money to poach from Milan seemed to be just like that.
Although Kaka still had a smile on his face, his tail was obviously drooping. Anton saw it.
On the third day of joint training, it was the turn of Kaka and the Black Panther to walk together. Anton suddenly stood up from his rehearsal seat, walked lightly around the wires scattered on the ground, and walked to the back of Kaka. The moment Kaka turned around, Anton gently pressed his antlers on the small of his back - not too hard, but gave him just enough of a small boost. Kaka used this force to spin an extra half circle and landed firmly next to Black Panther, without even the corners of his clothes floating up when he landed.
The rehearsal hall was quiet for two seconds, and then several parrots in the drummer's position clapped. Teacher He raised his glasses and did not immediately criticize Anton for leaving his seat without authorization. He just squinted at him for a while and then said: "Next time, I will report more actions in advance."
Anton shrank his neck, but his eyes were a little bright. Kaka ran over and pushed his big head on his shoulder: "You are making trouble again!" But the tail had already shaken into a propeller.
Since then, the choreographer has fine-tuned some of Kaka's movements to allow Samoyed to have more extended fixed-point movements and reduce sharp turns. Kaka's condition has improved visibly, and he will even chase his tail in circles during breaks - Anton would cover his eyes with his hooves and say "I can't see" every time he saw her.
Real Madrid fans soon discovered that the new deer didn't seem to like business very much. Someone left a message on the official club saying that Anton's aloofness was because he looked down on Real Madrid and only had his old club in his heart. Gossip accounts chattering like pigeons began to post on the forum: "What's so good about Milan? It's almost disbanded, and Real Madrid is the trend!" Anton didn't reply at all, and continued to rehearse, record songs, and go back to the dormitory every day. He did not accept live broadcast invitations or make short videos. Fans wanted to find fault, but every time he moved directly from the stage, his movements were so precise that even the tips of his ears didn't tremble, and the fans were stunned and couldn't find anything to say.
Only Kaka knew that every night when Anton returned to the apartment, he would bury his head in the sofa cushions for a while, then raise his head and say: "Richie, let's run away."
Kaka always brushed the tip of his horn with his tail: "The contract is three years. If you really don't want to do it, I will paddle with you - we will sleep on our stomachs on the stage."
Anton burst out laughing and breathed out hot air from his nose: "How dare you? As soon as you go on stage, fans will use 'Samoyed is so cute' and it will become a trending search."
The original fans in Milan were also watching Real Madrid's stage shots frame by frame. They felt sorry for Lu Zai and scolded Real Madrid for not giving Anton good makeup (saying that the eyeshadow color was wrong) and not letting him stand in the C position (what about the farthest position). I heard that the two major boy bands will collaborate for a joint concert next month. Old fans in Milan have already started making light signs all night long, saying they want to show Anton that his home is still there.
Anton also heard the news. That night, he lay on Kaka's bed, his head resting on Samoyed's warm belly, and the tip of his corner gently tapped the sheets. Kaka lowered his head and licked the base of his ear: "Want to go back and take a look?"
Anton didn't answer. But his ears no longer drooped, but stood straight up, with two clusters of sharp tips emerging from under Kaka's chin. Kaka felt the pair of ears gently brushing against his neck, and hugged him with his front paws, just like he did countless nights in the Milan dormitory.
"I will stand with you on the left side of the stage when the time comes." Kaka said, "Your antlers look best when illuminated."
Anton snorted: "You can't even remember your own position."
Kaka grinned and didn't say anything back. The city lights outside the window turned into a warm halo through the curtains, and the shadows of the two animals stacked on the bed swayed into a furry ball on the wall. The night is still long, there is still a month before the joint concert, and at least in this apartment, there is no contract, no transfer agency, only a Samoyed tail that sweeps back and forth, and a pair of antlers that occasionally poke someone's chin.
That's right, that's right. Don't give them a good look. Jute is a very arrogant place from the top management to the fans. They don't regard any player as a human being. Meilinger who boos his own players as long as they lose a game is disgusting. Don't give them a good look. Just look down on them.
Meow Warbler raising children au 1-5 in the previous chapter 925
*A few things Anton and Pipo have to say
In 2012, Filippo Inzaghi played his last game with AC Milan. It was also the last football game in his life. On that day, 16-year-old Anton and 39-year-old Pippo looked at each other, and neither of them could smile.
Inzaghi, who came on as a substitute and scored the last goal, comforted his teammates. There were many new faces. The glory of the millennium had passed like a dream. Off the court, Maldini gave him a hug.
Everyone understood him. Even though so many people accused Inzaghi of retiring long ago, and even though wrinkles appeared on the face of this young man who burned for the court wholeheartedly, he still persisted at San Siro until the last moment.
Inzaghi smiled and hugged his teammates goodbye, using his jersey to wipe the young child's tears.
Anton and Chris were both on the bench in this game. Even though Anton tried his best to get some playing time, he was still ruthlessly rejected by the coach.
Anton missed the last chance to share the stage with Pipo. He looked at Inzaghi waving his hands not far away and cried silently.
Chris scolded him, "Why are you crying?"
"I feel sad when I see others retiring. I'll cry when you retire, right?"
"Okay, okay, I feel bad too. Don't cry, Anton." Chris didn't dare to say anything more. After knowing Anton for half a year, he realized that he would never be able to communicate with him verbally. Looking at the way Anton cried, he would not be able to keep his eyes open for another half hour.
Inzaghi's eyes were finally fixed on the bench. He and Anton looked at each other, both eyes were red.
He walked over and whispered, "Anton."
Anton's tears flowed even more fiercely, "I want to play another game with you. I don't know why he is so damn unwilling to give me this chance."
Chris was startled by the three cazzos in his sentence, and quickly looked around. Fortunately, everyone was busy exchanging hugs, and no one paid attention to this corner for the time being. Inzaghi hugged Anton, who was still angry, and said, "Let me say this in the future. You still have to play football under the coach."
Anton whimpered like a wet puppy, "There is no future. You have retired and I can no longer play football with you. We have no future at all..."
"Don't talk nonsense. We will have dinner together on the weekend. It won't happen again." Inzaghi couldn't stand Anton's sticky coquettishness and was worried that these words would be heard by the dumbfounded Chris, so he had to glare at this kid who didn't keep his mouth shut. Anton looked back at him resentfully.
"Okay, okay," Inzaghi relented and hugged Anton hard. "Don't cry. I can't wait to start my coaching career. There is nothing wrong with retiring."
Chris stood aside and looked at the two people hugging each other, thinking to himself, does Uncle Pipo really have the talent to be a coach?
I don't know why, but he always feels a little redundant.
Just when Chris was doubting life, doubting himself, and was about to start doubting the two people who hugged each other for five minutes and still didn't let go, they finally separated. I don't know what Inzaghi whispered in Anton's ear, and Anton finally stopped crying.
"Really?" Anton was doubtful.
Inzaghi nodded.
"Okay," Anton finally put down his hand. He sniffed a little uncomfortably and turned to look at Chris, "Why are you still standing here?"
Chris:? ? ?
Anton patted his butt hard, "Let's go, give Pipo some time to say goodbye to the fans."
"By the way," Anton mentioned casually, "I won't be home for dinner for a while."
"Where are you going again?"
"Mom Christian, I think there is a reason why there is a private word in private."
"But dads think you are secretly dating. Do you really not have a girlfriend?"
Anton was startled, "... Of course not, please stop talking nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense. Only a fool can't see that you haven't been normal recently." Chris came over and said, "Seriously, isn't it normal to have a girlfriend? Why hide it?"
"I don't have a girlfriend at all!"
"Okay," Chris shrugged. He felt that this was Anton's cover-up, but just forget it if Anton didn't want to tell his parents. Aren't he his best brother?
"I will never understand you..." Chris curled his lips.
When Anton saw that this was not going well, he could only grab Chris and ask him to help cover up, "It's not a girlfriend... It's really not! At least for now we are still... Uh... Still in contact, don't tell Paul about them, okay."
Chris felt that Anton was willing to tell the truth, which proved that he was the most trusted person in Anton's family, so he was satisfied and said nothing more. And Anton is indeed happy.
Chris would not have thought that what he promised Anton today would cause him much trouble in the future.
In 2012, a big event also happened at the Maldini house on Ravizza Street. Shevchenko finally retired.
Shevchenko's transfer to Chelsea was called a failure. The media wanted to put a pinhole camera in his apartment in London, just to see if Milan's old captain would come and arrest him.
But they were disappointed, and after an early few months of stalemate, Sheva returned to Milan before Christmas. There is no winter break in the Premier League, so he only stayed briefly for two days before returning to London.
But what The Sun didn't capture was that in Shevchenko's first match after returning on Christmas Day, there were three tightly covered faces in the audience.
Anton and Chris were very shameless as they watched the young lovers flirting with each other as if they had just met after ten years of golden marriage. Now even Chris is no longer worried about the relationship problems of the two fathers. The only question is when will this sneaky life end.
In the end, it was Chris who bravely stood up for his family, "Dad, you are so much older than Sheva, can't you be more mature?"
Maldini's eyebrows immediately flew up, and the two children also understood why Maldini was able to secure the top spot in Milan and the national team: Paul's cold face was really scary, and I don't know how Shevchenko withstood Maldini's anger and resolutely transferred.
But the reason why the Milan captain can become a banner is because he opens up his voice and speaks out.
So while Chris and Anton continued to cuckold behind the scenes, Maldini and Shevchenko secretly reconciled.
Two years later, Nightingale finally returned to the San Siro he was familiar with. After regaining his prominence at Milan, he returned to his parent club. In 2009, Paolo Maldini retired from Milan, and Andrei Shevchenko returned to Dynamo Kyiv. Three years later, when Shevchenko finally learned to smile appropriately and confidently in front of the camera, his playing career had come to this point.
According to Gazzetta dello Sport, Maldini settled in Kiev in the first year after his retirement, and returned to San Siro a year and a half later to continue supporting his beloved team.
It was at this time that Anton's relationship with Inzaghi became better and better. To be honest, Chris and Anton were no different from his nephews in Inzaghi's eyes, so when he noticed Anton's secretly looking eyes, he didn't think much about it.
Two years later, he finally realized how big of a mistake he had made.
Faced with Anton's confession, Inzaghi can be said to be dumbfounded without exaggeration. He felt that Anton was talking crazy, "Anton, I am twenty-three years older than you. I can be your father without exaggeration."
Anton said with a stubborn face, "I haven't had a father since I was a child, so I just need my father's love."
"What about Paul, where's Andre?" Inzaghi was frightened. He had known for a long time that Anton was a sharp-tongued child. Most people would not want to take advantage of him, but was Anton really here?
"They are not you, you will never be the same as them."
No matter how Anton expressed his feelings, Inzaghi firmly refused.
"I'm not a pervert, I'm very old and you're very young - you're not even an adult! The world has changed now. It's not like our time, when you young people's choices are becoming more and more loose, but you can't fall in love with a boy your own age."
But Anton is far more stubborn than Inzaghi thought. He should have thought that Anton was a life-threatening lunatic on the court.
Later, when Maldini returned to Milan, Inzaghi did not dare to mention this matter. What was he going to do? "Paul, your son is chasing me like crazy, please take care of him." The captain would definitely strangle him to death.
He hoped that the return of his parents would make Anton sober, but this plan also failed. In the second year after Anton's persistence, Inzaghi officially began to think about retirement.
He asked Anton what he liked about him, and Anton said he liked every second of him on the court. If he retired, would Anton be able to like others? Thinking of this, Inzaghi suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart when he should have breathed a sigh of relief.
In the end, he decided to make it clear to Anton on the night after he retired that he would never agree to him no matter what.
He whispered in Anton's ear, let's go out to eat together in the evening. He let go of his hand and found that Anton's eyes suddenly lit up.
Inzaghi thought bitterly that what was more painful than retirement was giving people vague hope, but it was too late to regret it. The stadium was crowded and he only had time to say this.
On the way to the restaurant, Anton kept chattering. Inzaghi wanted to stop the car countless times and let Anton go back by himself. As much as he loved Anton, he wished he could never let him experience the next few hours.
Anton clutched his hands and said, feeling so happy now.
Inzaghi swallowed. He clearly didn't want to respond, but he still asked him why as a reflex.
Anton looked around but didn't look at him. The boy in the passenger seat was excited because he knew something would happen that would make him happy tonight.
Inzaghi shamefully began to expect that he could pass out at this moment, even if he held the steering wheel in his hands.
But he didn't. They walked into the restaurant together, sat down together under the guidance of the waiter, and took the time to sign autographs for a few fans before entering the box. In a few hours, he thought, something would change forever.
Inzaghi watched Anton eat without noticing, and when he finally put down his fork and began to enjoy the luxurious dessert for players, he told him, I'm sorry, we can't be together.
Anton stopped scooping ice cream. He looked like a foreigner who didn't understand Italian at all, as if his ten years of life in Milan were a dream. "What did you say?"
"I'm sorry, Anton, I can't promise you. I'm too old, too weak, I was your father's teammate, you are my nephew, you are like Tommaso to me, I love him, I love you, but you know, this is completely different. I don't I can force you to stop loving me..." He paused when he mentioned the word "love", but he still finished what he had to say, "But I can't give you the same emotional response, so my answer to your question will always be this."
He looked into Anton's dark eyes. He seemed a little distracted at the moment, "Forgive me."
After being stunned for a long time, Anton seemed to have finally downloaded an Italian dictionary and said in a slow tone, "... I thought you liked me too."
Inzaghi knew that this was completely different from Anton's imagination, and he felt that his heart was as broken as Anton's erratic expression.
And Anton at this moment proved the reason why young people are called stupid people. They always have beautiful expectations for love and reality, and they have extraordinary bravery, as if this way they can make their wishes come true and never get hurt.
"I don't believe it, Pipo, can you say that you don't like me for a moment?"
Even if he had to do it over ten thousand times, Inzaghi would not be able to give his answer easily. He didn't know how to say it. Could it be that looking at Anton's passionate love, he wasn't moved at all? But he considers himself a good person, and at least he should abide by the bottom line of a good person and a moral person. Even if he has been in love with a half-Apennine girl, even if he has always been free and easy emotionally, he cannot accept the confession of his child - the child of a peer, his captain, and his teammate.
Inzaghi lied, "I have always liked you. I love you as much as I love Tommaso, and I like you as much as Christian. You are like my child."
He stared at Anton's face nervously, he didn't want Anton to cry, and belatedly he felt the numbness in his fingertips and the protest in his heart. Inzaghi was scared. At this moment, he would rather hope that Anton would beat him up, hope that Anton would overturn the table, and hope that Anton would slam the ice cream on his head, rather than see Anton's tears.
Anton finally put down the spoon with the cream still hanging on it.
"Really?"
"It's absolutely true."
Anton didn't cry, he lowered his head. Inzaghi wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he found that he couldn't. In fact, he was like a duck being strangled by the neck, taking a strange breath.
"You know, this is a little different from what I thought." After speaking, Anton raised his head. Everyone in the world should applaud his perseverance and he will become the best player in the world, because at this moment, after those hurtful words, he still wants to find traces of lying in Inzaghi's eyes.
Something broke, and the waiter apologized in a low voice in a panic. The broken porcelain pieces collided against the wall of the private room and made an ambiguous noise.
Anton stood up, "You still treated me to this meal, right?"
Inzaghi nodded stiffly.
The boy sitting opposite him glanced at the door, grabbed his clothes and stood up, straightened his back and was about to leave, but his steps stopped behind Inzaghi.
Inzaghi could smell the scent of shampoo from Anton's freshly washed hair. It was the grapefruit smell that could be smelled everywhere in the supermarket, but he couldn't even see whether Anton was facing him or his back at the moment. He could only hear Anton calling softly, "Pippo."
Both of them are waiting.
Inzaghi's forehead jumped. One more minute, no, thirty seconds is enough. The only thing you have to do is to close this mouth, no matter how much it wants to open and stay.
There was no sound anymore, and then, Inzaghi felt a breeze blowing by. The smell of grapefruit disappeared, leaving only the vulgar incense in the restaurant.
It's so delicious, Real Madrid's Anton is really full of flavor!
If you enjoy watching it, please be sure to let us Anton be cruel and cold-blooded so that others can love you without having to do anything good...
2225 Just clinging to each other
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Animal plastic bunt, one shot is over, OOC warning Anton was sharpening the tips of his newly grown antlers in the practice room when he was called to the president's office. Galliani, a bald raccoon who is very good at riding bicycles, stood in the doorway rubbing his paws with an expression on his face as if he had just swallowed a whole lemon. "Anton," Raccoon cleared his throat, "Real Madrid Entertainment offered a good price, but the company really can't sustain it. Your group activities next month... Will be transferred there." Anton's antlers clicked against the mirror. He tilted his head and looked at his expressionless deer face in the reflection of the mirror. His ears drooped and his hooves tapped the ground twice: "If you sell me out, who will replace me as the lead dancer in the next episode of "UEFA Champions League"?" Raccoon said nothing and pushed a stack of transfer agreements over. The day Anton arrived at Real Madrid Entertainment, the lineup to pick him up was not small. A ferret in a suit and a sheep in glasses accompanied him throughout the process: physical examination (the veterinarian squeezed his hind legs and said he was "strong as an ox"), official photos were taken (the photographer asked him to straighten his horns and "show your best looking part"), and sign the contract (he closed his eyes and pressed the hoof prints). Anton didn't say much during the whole process, only symbolically curling his lips when shaking hands with the president, a silver fox with sparse hair. Silver Fox said, "Welcome, Real Madrid has the best resources here." Anton wondered if the best resource could be turned into a ticket back to Milan. After all the procedures were completed, Sheep asked him whether he should eat first or go back to the dormitory first. Anton's ears suddenly perked up: "Which building does Richie live in? I'll go directly to his place." Sheep was stunned for a moment and said of course, but the president might not be happy with him getting together as soon as he arrived. Anton stopped listening and ran out with his hooves pattering on the marble floor, his name tag still hanging on the corner. Kaka has been waiting downstairs in the dormitory for a long time. To be precise, he was squatting in the shadow of the cherry blossom tree at the door. His white fur was tanned and fluffy, and his tail was wagging into a rotating fur fan. He saw a deer antlers emerging from the corner in the distance, and he began to step on his paws in place. Anton ran closer and then plunged into the warm hair of Samoyed's neck, and the tip of the corner almost hooked Kaka's headphone cord. Kaka was knocked back two steps by him, but still smiled and put his two front paws on his shoulders, and quickly licked the tip of his ears with his tongue. "Okay, okay, we're here when we get there." Kaka's voice was muffled next to his ear. Anton buried his face in the fur. The deer's hearing was very sensitive. He could hear the heart in Kaka's chest beating as steadily as it did in the Milan dormitory. Kaka's apartment is messier than Anton imagined. There were three different blankets piled on the sofa, an unopened express box in the corner, and a half cup of cold latte on the coffee table. Anton pushed the latte cup further away with his hoof, wrinkled his nose and said, "It's been almost two months since you came to Real Madrid. Can you make the house look like a private residence?" "Don't lie down on my sofa as soon as you come in." Kaka swung his duffel bag to the entrance and lay down on the other end of the sofa, with his furry tail hanging down and sweeping the floor. Anton said he was disgusted, but still put his head on Kaka's spread front paws, and the antlers made a gentle thump against the armrest of the sofa. Kaka lowered his head and rubbed the hair on the top of his head with his chin, and the breathing rhythms of the two of them slowly matched the same beat. They maintained this position for about ten minutes, until Anton's stomach growled. For dinner, we went to a cat cafe in the backstreet of the company—it was actually a small restaurant where vegetarian and meat dishes were ordered separately. In front of Anton was a large plate of mixed salad mixed with chopped nuts, and on Kaka's side was a whole bowl of slow-cooked beef brisket. Anton chewed a piece of perilla leaf slowly while listening to Kaka talk about the boy band life in the past two months. Kaka said that her colleagues are very enthusiastic, but they always feel that there is something behind them - "They are all looking at my stage data and whether it is worth the company's money to sign me. If I make a mistake next time when I sing, the words behind me will definitely not sound good." "You are a Samoyed with a naturally smiling face, so they have the heart to scold you?" Anton poked at the tomatoes in the bowl, "I am the one who will be told, 'Deer's legs are too thin to hold up.'" "Don't come here." Kaka touched the base of his antlers with her wet nose, "When you were in Milan before, which time at the end of the year did you not take the first place in all direct shots of the stage? If you changed companies, you wouldn't be able to dance?" Anton didn't answer. He stared at the neon lights outside the window, the streetlights stretching his angular shadow. Kaka seemed to have seen through him and pushed the bowl towards him: "No matter what, you are not allowed to be passive during rehearsals. We are both from Milan, and we have to let people here know that we are worth the price." "What's it worth?" Anton pushed the bowl back, "You're worth it, I was sold cheap." Kaka showed a row of white teeth and smiled: "Then I will accept a few more variety shows and earn back to replenish you." When he returned to the apartment at night, Anton discovered that the room Kaka had prepared for him was right next door. It was a small but sunny bedroom. The curtains were light gray and the mattress had been laid out in two layers. He probably knew that deer's spines were afraid of being hard. After Anton took a shower (actually he used a deer's hooves to twist the shower head to rinse away the ashes), he shook the water off and heard Kaka humming next door - it was the chorus of Milan's debut song, and the tune was very different. Anton shouted through the wall: "You are out of tune." Kaka shouted back: "Then you sing." Anton leaned against the bathroom door frame and sang a few lines. The deer's cry was clear and bright, penetrating the two floors and frightening the parrots upstairs to flutter for a while. Kaka laughed so hard that he rolled on the sofa, his hair turning into a white ball. Anton couldn't sleep at night. New ceiling, new curtain pattern, unfamiliar noises downstairs in the new dormitory. He turned over several times, his corner banging against the headboard, and finally got up and quietly slipped into Kaka's room. The Samoyed slept stretched out with his belly facing up, his four legs tilted in four directions, and his tail spread out on the edge of the bed like a white scarf. Anton squatted beside the bed and watched for a while. Kaka suddenly opened his eyes and snorted like a pig from his nose: "Anton?" "The air conditioner in the room is too cold." Anton joked. In fact, the night breeze in September is just right. Kaka moved to the side in a daze, leaving half of the bed free: "Then come up and don't shrink to that sofa again." Anton hesitated for a few seconds, and finally curled up in the empty space at the end of the bed, resting his head on the tip of Kaka's tail. Kaka closed his eyes and covered Anton's belly button with his tail - this was an old habit he had developed in the Milan dormitory, saying that the deer's belly should not catch cold. Anton wanted to say "I am a deer but not a cat", but the words turned into "Don't sweep around". Kaka fell asleep again, breathing steadily, and her tail beat rhythmically, tapping Anton's flank. Anton stared at the light spots leaking in through the cracks in the curtains, and slowly closed his eyes. The next day, Anton met his new colleagues when he went to the company's rehearsal hall. The cheetah Ronaldo was pressing his legs in the corner with one paw on the wall. He came over and touched his shoulder to say hello; the puma Alonso leaned against the stereo, swung his tail and nodded at him. Anton returned the greetings one by one, politely but keeping his distance, until a medium-sized dog with long golden hair rushed over from the other side of the rehearsal hall and jumped directly on his back. "Anton! Why didn't you send a message when you arrived yesterday! I promised to pick you up at the airport!" Guti—a golden retriever with an overly enthusiastic personality—rubbed his head against Anton's antlers, almost spitting on his eyelashes. Anton was staggered by him, but he still bent his neck and gently pushed the golden retriever's chest with the tip of his horn: "José, please be gentle, my hair has just been blown out." Guti chuckled, dragged him around the venue, and introduced all his colleagues - from the gray wolf Raul who was sitting silently in the corner to the young and energetic honey badger Ramos. Anton kept a polite smile the whole time, but his ears always turned in Kaka's direction. Kaka sat on the floor on the other side of the rehearsal hall, his tail sweeping the ground unhurriedly, with a calm expression on his face. When Guti was finally called by his agent to review the script, Kaka slowly walked over and touched the tip of Anton's ear with his nose. "You're too enthusiastic about Jose, too." "Why are you jealous when someone helps me identify someone?" Anton poked him with the tip of his horn, "I haven't even taken a sip of the milk in your refrigerator." Kaka's tail swung again. Real Madrid Entertainment arranged for Anton to debut as a lead dancer, focusing on flexibility choreography. On the first day of rehearsal, the choreographer - a crane wearing silver-rimmed glasses - showed him the movements in 28 takes. Anton's deer legs were long and light, and the tips of his hooves made almost no sound when he turned in circles. Teacher He nodded repeatedly when he saw it. But Anton showed no expression throughout the whole performance. After dancing, he retreated to the corner of the rehearsal hall to drink water. Kaká is positioned as both the lead singer and the face, and he was given a duet singing and dancing with Black Panther Benzema. However, although Samoyed's voice is clear, his body coordination is always a little behind, and his turns are a few tenths of a second slower during several joint training sessions. Some staff in the audience were already whispering, saying that the "smiling angel" the company spent a lot of money to poach from Milan seemed to be just like that. Although Kaka still had a smile on his face, his tail was obviously drooping. Anton saw it. On the third day of joint training, it was the turn of Kaka and the Black Panther to walk together. Anton suddenly stood up from his rehearsal seat, walked lightly around the wires scattered on the ground, and walked to the back of Kaka. The moment Kaka turned around, Anton gently pressed his antlers on the small of his back - not too hard, but gave him just enough of a small boost. Kaka used this force to spin an extra half circle and landed firmly next to Black Panther, without even the corners of his clothes floating up when he landed. The rehearsal hall was quiet for two seconds, and then several parrots in the drummer's position clapped. Teacher He raised his glasses and did not immediately criticize Anton for leaving his seat without authorization. He just squinted at him for a while and then said: "Next time, I will report more actions in advance." Anton shrank his neck, but his eyes were a little bright. Kaka ran over and pushed his big head on his shoulder: "You are making trouble again!" But the tail had already shaken into a propeller. Since then, the choreographer has fine-tuned some of Kaka's movements to allow Samoyed to have more extended fixed-point movements and reduce sharp turns. Kaka's condition has improved visibly, and he will even chase his tail in circles during breaks - Anton would cover his eyes with his hooves and say "I can't see" every time he saw her. Real Madrid fans soon discovered that the new deer didn't seem to like business very much. Someone left a message on the official club saying that Anton's aloofness was because he looked down on Real Madrid and only had his old club in his heart. Gossip accounts chattering like pigeons began to post on the forum: "What's so good about Milan? It's almost disbanded, and Real Madrid is the trend!" Anton didn't reply at all, and continued to rehearse, record songs, and go back to the dormitory every day. He did not accept live broadcast invitations or make short videos. Fans wanted to find fault, but every time he moved directly from the stage, his movements were so precise that even the tips of his ears didn't tremble, and the fans were stunned and couldn't find anything to say. Only Kaka knew that every night when Anton returned to the apartment, he would bury his head in the sofa cushions for a while, then raise his head and say: "Richie, let's run away." Kaka always brushed the tip of his horn with his tail: "The contract is three years. If you really don't want to do it, I will paddle with you - we will sleep on our stomachs on the stage." Anton burst out laughing and breathed out hot air from his nose: "How dare you? As soon as you go on stage, fans will use 'Samoyed is so cute' and it will become a trending search." The original fans in Milan were also watching Real Madrid's stage shots frame by frame. They felt sorry for Lu Zai and scolded Real Madrid for not giving Anton good makeup (saying that the eyeshadow color was wrong) and not letting him stand in the C position (what about the farthest position). I heard that the two major boy bands will collaborate for a joint concert next month. Old fans in Milan have already started making light signs all night long, saying they want to show Anton that his home is still there. Anton also heard the news. That night, he lay on Kaka's bed, his head resting on Samoyed's warm belly, and the tip of his corner gently tapped the sheets. Kaka lowered his head and licked the base of his ear: "Want to go back and take a look?" Anton didn't answer. But his ears no longer drooped, but stood straight up, with two clusters of sharp tips emerging from under Kaka's chin. Kaka felt the pair of ears gently brushing against his neck, and hugged him with his front paws, just like he did countless nights in the Milan dormitory. "I will stand with you on the left side of the stage when the time comes." Kaka said, "Your antlers look best when illuminated." Anton snorted: "You can't even remember your own position." Kaka grinned and didn't say anything back. The city lights outside the window turned into a warm halo through the curtains, and the shadows of the two animals stacked on the bed swayed into a furry ball on the wall. The night is still long, there is still a month before the joint concert, and at least in this apartment, there is no contract, no transfer agency, only a Samoyed tail that sweeps back and forth, and a pair of antlers that occasionally poke someone's chin.
That's right, that's right. Don't give them a good look. Jute is a very arrogant place from the top management to the fans. They don't regard any player as a human being. Meilinger who boos his own players as long as they lose a game is disgusting. Don't give them a good look. Just look down on them.
Meow Warbler raising children au 1-5 in the previous chapter 925 *A few things Anton and Pipo have to say In 2012, Filippo Inzaghi played his last game with AC Milan. It was also the last football game in his life. On that day, 16-year-old Anton and 39-year-old Pippo looked at each other, and neither of them could smile. Inzaghi, who came on as a substitute and scored the last goal, comforted his teammates. There were many new faces. The glory of the millennium had passed like a dream. Off the court, Maldini gave him a hug. Everyone understood him. Even though so many people accused Inzaghi of retiring long ago, and even though wrinkles appeared on the face of this young man who burned for the court wholeheartedly, he still persisted at San Siro until the last moment. Inzaghi smiled and hugged his teammates goodbye, using his jersey to wipe the young child's tears. Anton and Chris were both on the bench in this game. Even though Anton tried his best to get some playing time, he was still ruthlessly rejected by the coach. Anton missed the last chance to share the stage with Pipo. He looked at Inzaghi waving his hands not far away and cried silently. Chris scolded him, "Why are you crying?" "I feel sad when I see others retiring. I'll cry when you retire, right?" "Okay, okay, I feel bad too. Don't cry, Anton." Chris didn't dare to say anything more. After knowing Anton for half a year, he realized that he would never be able to communicate with him verbally. Looking at the way Anton cried, he would not be able to keep his eyes open for another half hour. Inzaghi's eyes were finally fixed on the bench. He and Anton looked at each other, both eyes were red. He walked over and whispered, "Anton." Anton's tears flowed even more fiercely, "I want to play another game with you. I don't know why he is so damn unwilling to give me this chance." Chris was startled by the three cazzos in his sentence, and quickly looked around. Fortunately, everyone was busy exchanging hugs, and no one paid attention to this corner for the time being. Inzaghi hugged Anton, who was still angry, and said, "Let me say this in the future. You still have to play football under the coach." Anton whimpered like a wet puppy, "There is no future. You have retired and I can no longer play football with you. We have no future at all..." "Don't talk nonsense. We will have dinner together on the weekend. It won't happen again." Inzaghi couldn't stand Anton's sticky coquettishness and was worried that these words would be heard by the dumbfounded Chris, so he had to glare at this kid who didn't keep his mouth shut. Anton looked back at him resentfully. "Okay, okay," Inzaghi relented and hugged Anton hard. "Don't cry. I can't wait to start my coaching career. There is nothing wrong with retiring." Chris stood aside and looked at the two people hugging each other, thinking to himself, does Uncle Pipo really have the talent to be a coach? I don't know why, but he always feels a little redundant. Just when Chris was doubting life, doubting himself, and was about to start doubting the two people who hugged each other for five minutes and still didn't let go, they finally separated. I don't know what Inzaghi whispered in Anton's ear, and Anton finally stopped crying. "Really?" Anton was doubtful. Inzaghi nodded. "Okay," Anton finally put down his hand. He sniffed a little uncomfortably and turned to look at Chris, "Why are you still standing here?" Chris:? ? ? Anton patted his butt hard, "Let's go, give Pipo some time to say goodbye to the fans." "By the way," Anton mentioned casually, "I won't be home for dinner for a while." "Where are you going again?" "Mom Christian, I think there is a reason why there is a private word in private." "But dads think you are secretly dating. Do you really not have a girlfriend?" Anton was startled, "... Of course not, please stop talking nonsense." "I'm not talking nonsense. Only a fool can't see that you haven't been normal recently." Chris came over and said, "Seriously, isn't it normal to have a girlfriend? Why hide it?" "I don't have a girlfriend at all!" "Okay," Chris shrugged. He felt that this was Anton's cover-up, but just forget it if Anton didn't want to tell his parents. Aren't he his best brother? "I will never understand you..." Chris curled his lips. When Anton saw that this was not going well, he could only grab Chris and ask him to help cover up, "It's not a girlfriend... It's really not! At least for now we are still... Uh... Still in contact, don't tell Paul about them, okay." Chris felt that Anton was willing to tell the truth, which proved that he was the most trusted person in Anton's family, so he was satisfied and said nothing more. And Anton is indeed happy. Chris would not have thought that what he promised Anton today would cause him much trouble in the future. In 2012, a big event also happened at the Maldini house on Ravizza Street. Shevchenko finally retired. Shevchenko's transfer to Chelsea was called a failure. The media wanted to put a pinhole camera in his apartment in London, just to see if Milan's old captain would come and arrest him. But they were disappointed, and after an early few months of stalemate, Sheva returned to Milan before Christmas. There is no winter break in the Premier League, so he only stayed briefly for two days before returning to London. But what The Sun didn't capture was that in Shevchenko's first match after returning on Christmas Day, there were three tightly covered faces in the audience. Anton and Chris were very shameless as they watched the young lovers flirting with each other as if they had just met after ten years of golden marriage. Now even Chris is no longer worried about the relationship problems of the two fathers. The only question is when will this sneaky life end. In the end, it was Chris who bravely stood up for his family, "Dad, you are so much older than Sheva, can't you be more mature?" Maldini's eyebrows immediately flew up, and the two children also understood why Maldini was able to secure the top spot in Milan and the national team: Paul's cold face was really scary, and I don't know how Shevchenko withstood Maldini's anger and resolutely transferred. But the reason why the Milan captain can become a banner is because he opens up his voice and speaks out. So while Chris and Anton continued to cuckold behind the scenes, Maldini and Shevchenko secretly reconciled. Two years later, Nightingale finally returned to the San Siro he was familiar with. After regaining his prominence at Milan, he returned to his parent club. In 2009, Paolo Maldini retired from Milan, and Andrei Shevchenko returned to Dynamo Kyiv. Three years later, when Shevchenko finally learned to smile appropriately and confidently in front of the camera, his playing career had come to this point. According to Gazzetta dello Sport, Maldini settled in Kiev in the first year after his retirement, and returned to San Siro a year and a half later to continue supporting his beloved team. It was at this time that Anton's relationship with Inzaghi became better and better. To be honest, Chris and Anton were no different from his nephews in Inzaghi's eyes, so when he noticed Anton's secretly looking eyes, he didn't think much about it. Two years later, he finally realized how big of a mistake he had made. Faced with Anton's confession, Inzaghi can be said to be dumbfounded without exaggeration. He felt that Anton was talking crazy, "Anton, I am twenty-three years older than you. I can be your father without exaggeration." Anton said with a stubborn face, "I haven't had a father since I was a child, so I just need my father's love." "What about Paul, where's Andre?" Inzaghi was frightened. He had known for a long time that Anton was a sharp-tongued child. Most people would not want to take advantage of him, but was Anton really here? "They are not you, you will never be the same as them." No matter how Anton expressed his feelings, Inzaghi firmly refused. "I'm not a pervert, I'm very old and you're very young - you're not even an adult! The world has changed now. It's not like our time, when you young people's choices are becoming more and more loose, but you can't fall in love with a boy your own age." But Anton is far more stubborn than Inzaghi thought. He should have thought that Anton was a life-threatening lunatic on the court. Later, when Maldini returned to Milan, Inzaghi did not dare to mention this matter. What was he going to do? "Paul, your son is chasing me like crazy, please take care of him." The captain would definitely strangle him to death. He hoped that the return of his parents would make Anton sober, but this plan also failed. In the second year after Anton's persistence, Inzaghi officially began to think about retirement. He asked Anton what he liked about him, and Anton said he liked every second of him on the court. If he retired, would Anton be able to like others? Thinking of this, Inzaghi suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart when he should have breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, he decided to make it clear to Anton on the night after he retired that he would never agree to him no matter what. He whispered in Anton's ear, let's go out to eat together in the evening. He let go of his hand and found that Anton's eyes suddenly lit up. Inzaghi thought bitterly that what was more painful than retirement was giving people vague hope, but it was too late to regret it. The stadium was crowded and he only had time to say this. On the way to the restaurant, Anton kept chattering. Inzaghi wanted to stop the car countless times and let Anton go back by himself. As much as he loved Anton, he wished he could never let him experience the next few hours. Anton clutched his hands and said, feeling so happy now. Inzaghi swallowed. He clearly didn't want to respond, but he still asked him why as a reflex. Anton looked around but didn't look at him. The boy in the passenger seat was excited because he knew something would happen that would make him happy tonight. Inzaghi shamefully began to expect that he could pass out at this moment, even if he held the steering wheel in his hands. But he didn't. They walked into the restaurant together, sat down together under the guidance of the waiter, and took the time to sign autographs for a few fans before entering the box. In a few hours, he thought, something would change forever. Inzaghi watched Anton eat without noticing, and when he finally put down his fork and began to enjoy the luxurious dessert for players, he told him, I'm sorry, we can't be together. Anton stopped scooping ice cream. He looked like a foreigner who didn't understand Italian at all, as if his ten years of life in Milan were a dream. "What did you say?" "I'm sorry, Anton, I can't promise you. I'm too old, too weak, I was your father's teammate, you are my nephew, you are like Tommaso to me, I love him, I love you, but you know, this is completely different. I don't I can force you to stop loving me..." He paused when he mentioned the word "love", but he still finished what he had to say, "But I can't give you the same emotional response, so my answer to your question will always be this." He looked into Anton's dark eyes. He seemed a little distracted at the moment, "Forgive me." After being stunned for a long time, Anton seemed to have finally downloaded an Italian dictionary and said in a slow tone, "... I thought you liked me too." Inzaghi knew that this was completely different from Anton's imagination, and he felt that his heart was as broken as Anton's erratic expression. And Anton at this moment proved the reason why young people are called stupid people. They always have beautiful expectations for love and reality, and they have extraordinary bravery, as if this way they can make their wishes come true and never get hurt. "I don't believe it, Pipo, can you say that you don't like me for a moment?" Even if he had to do it over ten thousand times, Inzaghi would not be able to give his answer easily. He didn't know how to say it. Could it be that looking at Anton's passionate love, he wasn't moved at all? But he considers himself a good person, and at least he should abide by the bottom line of a good person and a moral person. Even if he has been in love with a half-Apennine girl, even if he has always been free and easy emotionally, he cannot accept the confession of his child - the child of a peer, his captain, and his teammate. Inzaghi lied, "I have always liked you. I love you as much as I love Tommaso, and I like you as much as Christian. You are like my child." He stared at Anton's face nervously, he didn't want Anton to cry, and belatedly he felt the numbness in his fingertips and the protest in his heart. Inzaghi was scared. At this moment, he would rather hope that Anton would beat him up, hope that Anton would overturn the table, and hope that Anton would slam the ice cream on his head, rather than see Anton's tears. Anton finally put down the spoon with the cream still hanging on it. "Really?" "It's absolutely true." Anton didn't cry, he lowered his head. Inzaghi wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he found that he couldn't. In fact, he was like a duck being strangled by the neck, taking a strange breath. "You know, this is a little different from what I thought." After speaking, Anton raised his head. Everyone in the world should applaud his perseverance and he will become the best player in the world, because at this moment, after those hurtful words, he still wants to find traces of lying in Inzaghi's eyes. Something broke, and the waiter apologized in a low voice in a panic. The broken porcelain pieces collided against the wall of the private room and made an ambiguous noise. Anton stood up, "You still treated me to this meal, right?" Inzaghi nodded stiffly. The boy sitting opposite him glanced at the door, grabbed his clothes and stood up, straightened his back and was about to leave, but his steps stopped behind Inzaghi. Inzaghi could smell the scent of shampoo from Anton's freshly washed hair. It was the grapefruit smell that could be smelled everywhere in the supermarket, but he couldn't even see whether Anton was facing him or his back at the moment. He could only hear Anton calling softly, "Pippo." Both of them are waiting. Inzaghi's forehead jumped. One more minute, no, thirty seconds is enough. The only thing you have to do is to close this mouth, no matter how much it wants to open and stay. There was no sound anymore, and then, Inzaghi felt a breeze blowing by. The smell of grapefruit disappeared, leaving only the vulgar incense in the restaurant.
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