I am Kaka

Kaka was about to look at the system notification, when the reporters who had been eyeing him for a long time had already surrounded him, slamming their guns and short cannons at his mouth.

Kaka raised her hands in surrender, and said, "Come one by one, I guess many of your questions are repetitive, and don't ask about how you feel, because you are very excited, happy, and happy."

I'm very happy? There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

"Hello Kaka, I'm Ansina, a reporter from Global TV," a brown-haired beauty said first when Kaka finished speaking, "We all know that this is your first season, but you have achieved extraordinary results. I heard that many teams have expressed their interest in you, will you leave Sao Paulo?"

"I just renewed my contract with Sao Paulo and have no intention of leaving."

"Hello, I'm a reporter from "WordPad". We all know that you usually rely on speed to win, and you rarely use some fancy skills. However, the style of this game has changed a lot. What is the reason?"

"I've actually been doing some technical training with some good friends, and speed isn't my only weapon."

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Corinthians Daily. We saw that you used crotch piercing three times in a row against Vampeta. Do you have any complaints? Or are you just deliberately humiliating him? ?”

"No, it was just a friendly game. On the court, Vampeta asked me if I was afraid of him. I was going to tell him the answer with five passes through the crotch. Said that he knew," Kaka shrugged, "it's not good to play games with smart people, they will guess the answer before you give the hint, it's quite boring."

Suddenly a little cold.

Sunshine boy? Ah!

"Kaka, hello, about you in the game..."

Before the reporter finished asking, Kaka saw from the corner of his eye that the person across from him had a strange expression on his face. With his brain, he knew that someone was going to cause trouble, so he immediately put oil on his feet and slipped away.

Baptista and Fabiano, who were stalking each other holding a large glass of beer, stood still and looked at each other.

Fabiano said helplessly: "This kid is really cunning."

Baptista said: "Yeah, tonight will definitely...Damn, Luis, I'll circle your family..."

Skipping the various ceremonies, Kaka did not refuse the invitation of his teammates this time, and participated in several nightclubs and parties to celebrate. Of course, he did not participate in the after-school program.

It's nothing but, I'm afraid that Kaka will be beaten if he ruins Kaka's image.

I want to mention here, unfortunately... no, fortunately, Kaka and Caroline haven't hooked up in this period.

Thinking of the various news about the two of them back then, Kaka felt a little complicated.

It was agreed to go to the white head together, and in the end both of them were baked with oil.

Forget it this time, even if I, Kaka, will be single for the rest of my life, even if I steal batteries and go to Vietnam to buy a wife, I will never marry a woman who will divorce me in the future.

Really, Ronaldo is enough, what do I want Caroline...

Uh, this idea is a bit dangerous, cross out the above sentence, let's play football well, I hope the club can give me a girlfriend if I play well.

Talk about business.

Won the championship of the Sao Paulo State Championship in Brazil, and the system rewarded 10 honor points.

Elected as the best rookie in Basan Championship, 5 honor points.

Expenditure is 5 points, income is 15 points, not a loss.

The state league ended, each club entered a rare offseason, and the team also gave everyone a holiday.

In the second half of the year, there are still national leagues and various cups to be played. Holidays are too precious. Kaka took advantage of various celebrations to rest for three days, and then left for Rio de Janeiro.

It is the second largest city in Brazil and has some of the best beaches in the country,

A friend of Falcao organized a beach football training camp, and Kaka planned to go there to have fun, and see if he could meet some fateful encounters by the way.

Capacabana Beach, sunny and blue water, Kaka is carrying a shoulder bag, stepping on the soft sand, a little impulse to live here.

He was followed by Degan. This kid's admiration for Kaka reached the highest point, and he strongly asked Kaka to give him special training.

"Hey, Kaka, you're late." Falcao was playing a trick ball, and when he saw Kaka, he kicked the ball over.

Kaka stopped the ball with his chest, bounced twice with his thigh when the ball fell, and then kicked the ball back.

Falcao stepped on the ball, and several young people beside him also came over.

"Wow, it's really Kaka."

"Man, I watched both of your finals, you played really well."

"Are you sure this is the best rookie in Sao Paulo State, not a movie star?"

"Hello, Kaka, you played well. It's a pity that you didn't play against each other." The first few Kakas didn't know each other, but this one looked familiar.

Forget it, "somewhat" removed.

This is Robinho.

He was born in the five-a-side system and is good friends with Falcao.

I just know that I know, but Kaka doesn’t know how to address each other, and was about to get to know each other formally, but Falcao interrupted them, saying: "I will introduce to you later, where is the signed jersey I want? The one in the final. "

"It's in the bag, I'll give it to you later."

"Haha, okay, now we can do business. This is your brother, right? He's quite tall."

"Well, my brother Rodrigo, you can call him Digan..." Just as Kaka finished speaking, the phone rang.

An unknown number.

"Oh, girlfriend?"

"No, I don't know you." Kaka stared at the phone for two seconds and answered.

"Hello."

"Hello," came a mellow male voice, "Should I call you Ricardo or Kaka?"

"Anything is fine," Kaka said, "May I ask if you are..."

"Carlos Cesar Costodio."

Kaka was stunned for two seconds and said, "Hello, Mr. Coach."

"It seems that you know me? That's easy," Costonio on the other end said with a smile, "So, are you ready? Kaka."

"Yes, I am ready, sir."

"I want to meet your people before the 2nd, is there a problem?"

"No problem, in fact, if you need me, I can appear before you tonight."

"That's not necessary," Costonio's laughter continued, "I'm contacting you in my personal capacity, we will notify your club later, and then my assistant will call you, and he will inform you of the specific matters .”

"Okay, got it, sir."

"I'd rather you call me boss."

"...Understood, boss."

Such a ghost name full of Chinese characteristics was obviously invented by the sand sculpture authors, and it has a fucking phonic pronunciation. It can only be said to be a divine translation...

"Okay, then I look forward to your performance, Kaka," Costonio added with a smile, "Brazil's best young man."

Kaka touched his nose inexplicably.

Brazil's best? A little bit of hatred.

As soon as Kaka hung up the phone, Digan couldn't help asking: "Who is it, Ricardo?"

"Costonio."

"Who?"

Robinho next to him answered enviously: "The head coach of the National Youth Team."

"So..." Degan cheered, "You're going to join the national team?"

"Yes," Kaka threw down the shoulder bag and made a chest-expanding movement, "I'm going to enter the national team."