football's most handsome

Chapter 272

The night was like water, and the room was deadly silent.

Casillas stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, feeling as if he had seen a ghost for a moment, he was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say for a long time.

Juan just smiled, waiting for his sweetheart to react.

"So... when did it start?" Casillas stammered and asked. Almost a whole adolescence, and when Juan promised him later, he felt that the sky had blossomed.

But now, he only feels that life is like a play, with ups and downs coming too fast.

Let’s imagine, the man/goddess whom I have been secretly in love with since puberty finally agreed to be with me, but the other party told me, “Actually, I liked you long before you liked me”…

To be honest, the surprise was very pleasant, but when I came back to my senses—hasn't this kid been playing tricks on him all the time? ! !

Has it been like this for so many years? ! !

Casillas took a deep breath, clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down.

"Then you want to tell me from the beginning?"

Juan nodded: "Sit down first."

Casillas was in a mess, so he sat down subconsciously, and then he heard the low laughter of his sweetheart, and the Spaniard looked up in embarrassment.

Juan's room has always been in a frigid style, and it doesn't look like a room that a young man in his twenties should have. There is a table, a bed, and an office chair, and there are few decorations, but His bed was big and soft, and Iker Casillas had experienced it himself.

Originally, Juan was sitting on the bed and gave up the chair to Casillas. However, neither of them expected that Casillas still followed his previous habits in a state of trance with complicated expressions, subconsciously He followed and nestled beside him.

The two looked at each other, and finally smiled helplessly at each other—it was natural to get used to it, and it was obvious that it would not work to change it suddenly.

Juan's five fingers passed through his brown curly hair, and kissed his forehead with a smile. His breath was intertwined, the cold fragrance mixed with the faint taste of the fabric, Casillas subconsciously slowed down his breathing, and when he narrowed his eyes, The man above coughed lightly, and he raised his head subconsciously, facing the man with a somewhat helpless expression.

"I know it's hard work at the end of the game, but wake up a little bit, I still have something to say."

Juan intends to soften his attitude so that his sweetheart will be a little gentler to him in the future, but he has no intention of just coaxing people to sleep like this, after all, he is not sure whether he still has such determination after tonight spoke to him.

"Tell me, I'm actually...not angry." Casillas replied in a low voice, and Juan was surprised: "Didn't you say you would be angry?"

"You are willing to tell me, why should I be angry?" Casillas asked back, "Okay, let's talk about it, when did it start?"

Now he finally understands why Juan liked to tease people so much in the past. This kind of smile is sure to win, but the other side is frowning in embarrassment, even a bit ashamed expression is really great!

"Okay, okay." Juan pressed his eyebrows, and he knew that he would still be punished for his domineering for so many years! "Let me think about it, this may start from the first time we met..."

Juan Diaz and Iker Casillas' first meeting?

Then we have to talk about the very front, the very front.

At that time, Raul was still king in the youth training of Atletico Madrid, and he was in the same situation as Real Madrid's Guti; at that time, there was still a year before Morientes' debut, and the future Spanish striker was still in the autonomous region of Castilla At that time, Fernando Redondo had just landed in La Liga for less than a year, and he was gradually showing his prominence and edge.

At that time, it was 1992.

That year, Juan Diaz had just become an orphan, and he no longer had a smile on his face. his heart.

The therapist thought of a sport that has a lot of contact with people and a lot of exercise, which can allow Juan to have a lot of contact with the outside world-football.

Eugenia, with the idea of ​​trying for the last time, took Juan to participate in the entrance test of the Real Madrid club.

Surprisingly, Juan Dias has an amazing talent in football, and even clubs like Real Madrid look at him - although he doesn't seem to think so.

When he was young, he stood out from thousands of children and soon became a player of the Real Madrid youth team.

At that time, the goalkeeper of Real Madrid's youth team was called Iker Casillas.

When he said this, Casillas moved with an uncomfortable expression, obviously remembering his dark history, Juan glanced at him amusedly, and said in a low voice: "At that time, the goalkeeper of the youth team patted Shoulder said he wanted to take care of me, but it turned out that he was playing for the first time in that game... We were beaten 1:7, and the person who said he wanted to take care of me was replaced halfway through the game. As a midfielder, my performance was a mess , we were both scolded bloody when we came back."

Casillas was very embarrassed: "I thought you hated me after that game..." Even though it was more than ten years ago, Casillas still wants to bury his head in retrospect.

Not to mention anything else... My own performance was really unbearable.

As soon as a new friend came, I immediately went up and chatted very enthusiastically. Although the friend didn't smile much, he obviously regarded him as a friend, otherwise it wouldn't be because he left the stadium. It crashes immediately.

"How could I hate you?" Juan sighed and shook his head, "You were the only friend I had at that time. Apart from you, no one around me talked to me, and no one took care of me. Children should be more isolated. It doesn't make sense."

"..." Casillas opened his mouth with a complicated expression.

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"Actually, at that time, it wasn't that everyone didn't want to come and talk to you, but they were scared back by you and didn't dare to come..." Casillas still remembers that face when Juan Dias was young It is especially deterrent - although thinking about it now, it is just a steamed stuffed bun face not smiling, and even a little cute, but at the time it was absolutely coercive, "At that time we privately compared 'and Juan Di Yas spoke 'as a symbol of courage!"

"I know this." Juan nodded, and then he became familiar with it. These people even told him this as a joke, and they didn't know what they missed. "But at that time, you were the only one who came to meet me. Talk, don't you?"

"..." Casillas was dumbfounded, "That's it, so...?"

"Yes, that's why." Juan spread his hands with an innocent expression, "You are so unlucky that I fell in love with you."

"...In other words, if someone else went to talk to you at the beginning, no matter who that person is, you will fall in love with him in the end???" Casillas glared.

"How can there be so many ifs?" Juan laughed and shook his head, "The fact is that you are the one who came to talk to me."

"..." Casillas surrendered, "No wonder I didn't realize it all the time. I just said that I am not such a dull person. It turns out that you have been consistent since we first met. I didn't expect you to be so stupid. That kind of people!"

"Think about it this way, you've been meddling in my life since before, and my life has been messed up by you!"

"...That's what you said, but don't laugh so happily, okay?" Juan had a headache, "Besides, at least I didn't steal your girlfriend, did I?"

Well, it has hindered a future, but the relationship between the two of them should not be very good at the moment, so this does not count!

"You didn't snatch my girlfriend..." Casillas' face collapsed, "I was... hi..."

"I know what you thought at that time. If I were thirteen or fourteen years old when I first had the concept of love between men and women, I would also collapse if I had feelings for the same sex, so I didn't say anything." Juan squinted at him, "I was about to give up at first, but who knew you would jump right in?"

Casillas rubbed his head. Actually, he didn't understand the difference between being tempted at the age of thirteen or fourteen and being tempted at the age of ten, but he always felt that he should say something to refute what his partner said.

"Who made all the women I knew at that time not as good-looking as you?"

"..." Juan tightened his lips.

Casillas was a little apprehensive. He originally said this sentence just to adjust the atmosphere, but why did his sweetheart say nothing?

"Apart from my looks, there's nothing else you like about me?"

Juan's voice was a little low, and it just rang in his ears. Just listening to Casillas, he felt that he couldn't help trembling all over his body.

"Of course not..." Casillas swallowed hard as he spoke, trying to look away.

"Huh?" The young man whispered doubts in his ears. For some reason, Casillas seemed to feel that he saw the young man's half-smile expression, and for a moment he even felt that his legs were a little weak.

He took a deep breath, immediately pushed the person away from him, took a big breath to clear his head, and then looked up at the person.

The expression on Juan's face was indeed a half-smile, but he was more puzzled. After all, he was pushed away suddenly, completely defenseless.

Casillas tried to calm himself down, and looked at him seriously: "You haven't told me about Jane Smith yet!"