The issue of Suker's child has already spread throughout Europe and even the world.

The media are also scrambling to report on this matter, hoping to obtain more information.

Various media outlets are continuously following up with reports.

Inside Kaka's villa, Srna put down the newspaper in his hand, turned his head, and exclaimed, "I never thought Suker would have a child!"

Kaka shrugged.

Srna shook his head, "I'm just curious what he'll be like after becoming a father!"

Hearing this, Kaka also grinned.

He, like Srna, couldn't imagine what Suker would become after becoming a father.

In the past, everything about Suker was based on the field and concept of 'football'.

Compared to an average person, Suker was more like a machine dedicated to football.

In the field of football, Suker is definitely a role model; his self-discipline and professional attitude are impeccable.

But he invested too little in his personal life.

This gave people the feeling that Suker's life was only about football.

However, both Kaka and Srna understood that football is a profession, and life is life.

These cannot be confused.

Therefore, they believed that Suker having a child might have a very good promoting effect on Suker's return to normal life.

"He should be back, right?"

Srna looked at the clock and said.

Two days ago, they had contacted him, and Suker said he would arrive in Spain on Friday afternoon.

This guy stayed in Brazil for two days, then rushed back to Spain without stopping.

This guy really doesn't want to miss a single League match!

To be honest, even if Suker took a leave for one match, it wouldn't be a problem.

Real Madrid is not unable to function without Suker now.

But this guy has an unusual obsession with matches this season.

However, they could also understand.

After all, with Messi's crazy outburst, Suker didn't want to admit defeat, and playing one more match could always guarantee a few more goals.

Beep beep!

The sound of a car horn rang out.

Srna and Kaka immediately stood up.

"He seems to have arrived!"

The two immediately walked out of the house.

At the same time, surrounding Suker's villa.

Srna, Kaka, Di Maria, Bale, and others all gathered around.

They watched Suker's Rolls-Royce drive into the parking space.

They watched Suker get out of the back seat, but it wasn't over yet.

Suker extended his hands and carried a child of about 3 years old out of the car.

"Holy crap!"

Srna exclaimed, immediately took out his phone, and started taking pictures non-stop.

Then he directly sent the photos to Modrić, Mandžukić, Vukojević, and other teammates in his 'Facebook' friends list.

Before long, Srna's Facebook chat window exploded!

"Really?!!!!—"

"Is it really Suker's child?!!"

"Oh my God!!!!—I can't believe it!"

"I don't even have a girlfriend, and he quietly had a child?"

Srna ignored them and put his phone into his pocket; he and his teammates around him walked towards Suker.

A group of people surrounded Suker, looking at each other.

But most of them looked at the child in Suker's arms.

A little boy, not particularly beautiful, but very clean.

He was wearing khaki shorts and a black T-shirt, and he was also staring at them with curious big eyes.

"Spit it out if you have something to say!"

Suker said impatiently.

"Is this your child?" Srna coughed dryly and asked.

Suker rolled his eyes, "What else?"

Kaka asked, "What's his name?"

"Currently Sukic!"

"Currently?"

Suker waved his hand, pointed to the house, and said, "Let's go inside first!"

Inside the house, Suker sat on the sofa holding Sukic, while the others looked at them with curious eyes.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

Even though the truth was right in front of them, they still felt that this scene was somewhat unreal.

Sukic was almost carved from the same mold as Suker.

There was no need for genetic authentication; except for his skin, his facial features were exactly like Suker's.

Especially those eyes, they were a copy-paste.

Sukic was very quiet; perhaps he was not outgoing enough after just arriving in an unfamiliar place.

However, his big, dark eyes kept scanning around, full of curiosity.

"At this level, there's almost no need for a paternity test, right!"

Kaka grinned, "You two are too alike!"

Suker also rubbed his brow; at first, he did have some doubts, but the moment he saw the child, he dismissed them.

He was too damn similar!

"Big doggy!"

At this moment, Sukic suddenly pointed at Luna outside and shouted.

Suker let go of the child, and the little guy immediately ran out, bouncing and jumping.

Since there were bodyguards watching, Suker wasn't worried about problems.

Sukic spoke English.

Although he was three years old, under Gisele Bündchen's upbringing, he currently knew two languages: English and Portuguese.

Of course, neither was very fluent.

Suker planned to have him learn croatian on this basis.

"Hoo~~~~"

Watching Sukic run out of the house into the yard to play with the dog, Suker slowly exhaled.

"How do you feel?" Srna asked.

Suker looked up, "I'm not sure, there's no real sense, but also..."

"Heavy, right?"

Srna and Kaka said at the same time.

Suker nodded; that was roughly the feeling.

"In a while, I'll get his custody, but I don't know how to take care of a child, so I plan to find a nanny to look after him when I'm not around!"

Srna: "Children still need more of your own company!"

With that, he shrugged, "Although, I'm not qualified to say such things!"

Suker grinned, "I know, I'm already having a headache now."

"But, what about your relationship with Bündchen?" Kaka asked.

The others also looked over.

Since they had a child, were these two...

"It is what it is!" Suker waved his hand, "My thoughts are the same as hers; we won't give up our lives for the child. Since we have a child, we will certainly be responsible, but that doesn't mean we must get back together because of his existence."

Everyone nodded; this is a very common phenomenon in Europe, especially in the football circle.

"But, are you taking the child next?" Srna asked.

Suker nodded, "What's wrong?"

Srna grinned and waved his hand.

He always felt that Suker's values were a bit problematic in some aspects.

He wondered if he could raise the child well.

"Daddy~~~"

With a crisp voice, Sukic excitedly ran in from the doorway and rushed towards Suker.

After a few steps, he suddenly tripped and fell forward.

Suker's body didn't move, but his left foot extended out, using his calf to support Sukic.

"Are you trapping the ball?"

Bale didn't know whether to laugh or cry; he immediately reached out his hands to help the little guy up and said impatiently, "Can't you use your hands!"

Suker: "..."

"Big doggy is so smart, we became very good friends, what's its name? I want to sleep with it tonight..."

"Its name is Luna, you have to sleep by yourself, but tonight I can let you sleep with it!"

"Daddy is the best!"

With that, the little guy ran off excitedly.

After all, he was a child; no matter how unfamiliar the environment, he would quickly adapt.

Moreover, this was his home, and his father was sitting on the sofa, so he didn't need to be reserved.

The little guy wandered around the house, curiously looking everywhere.

Soon, those big eyes fixed on Suker's trophy cabinet.

Suker's trophy cabinet was on both sides of the TV, almost a wall full of honors.

Various Champions League and League Championship trophies.

Various golden boot awards, Best XI awards, Puskas Awards, and so on...

And at the very top were four glittering Ballon d'Ors!

"I know it! That's the Ballon d'Or!"

The little guy pointed upwards, his face full of excitement.

Suker, Srna, and the others all turned to look.

"Daddy, let me see it!"

The little guy asked with a curious expression.

Srna couldn't help but grin.

Suker held the Ballon d'Or in high regard; they couldn't even touch it. As long as they appeared near the trophy cabinet, Suker would look like he was guarding against thieves.

At this moment, Suker suddenly stood up and walked directly to the trophy cabinet.

Then, to the astonished expressions of Srna and the others, he placed all four Ballon d'Ors on the floor for Sukic to play with.

"Such beautiful trophies!"

"My daddy's name is on it!"

"So pretty!"

Suker stood beside him, arms crossed, not saying a word.

But Srna clearly felt Suker's mouth twitching uncontrollably upwards, only to be forcefully pressed down.

Srna grinned and shook his head: "He makes me feel like a stranger!"

Kaka also laughed and said: "However, it feels pretty good!"

After returning to Madrid, Suker accepted a reporter's interview, officially responding to the issue of his child.

At the same time, he announced the child to the public and fans.

This thoroughly confirmed the news.

Regarding other media inquiries, such as his relationship with Gisele Bündchen, Suker remained silent and did not respond.

But even so, Suker's child still became the focus of the world.

Suker also hired a teacher for his child.

This teacher was a croatian language teacher.

At the same time, Suker would also teach his child croatian, especially at home, Suker would communicate more with his child in croatian, allowing him to grow up in that environment.

Sukic was very well-behaved!

He woke up early, washed his face, brushed his teeth without being urged, and waited for breakfast.

After breakfast, he would start language studies, and from the afternoon, he could play freely.

Suker didn't have much time to spend with Sukic; he still needed to attend training camps for matches and participate in some events.

But Sukic didn't cry or make a fuss, which made Suker feel very relieved.

Suker also promised Sukic that as long as he behaved well, he would take Sukic to the Bernabéu Stadium to watch a game.

Since a suitable nanny hadn't been found yet, Zorancic took on the role of nanny, looking after the child.

"I, a European agent big shot, am taking care of his child; I really am..."

Zorancic sat in Suker's yard, complaining incessantly.

He had many players under him, but most were contractual relationships.

However, Suker and Modrić, who were the first to sign with him, were more than just contractual partners; they were also friends.

Therefore, he did not refuse Suker's request.

He also knew that there weren't many people Suker could trust, and Zorancic was one of them.

However, after interacting with Sukic these past few days, Zorancic also discovered something.

This little devil had two faces!

He was one way in front of Suker.

And another way in front of him.

Or rather, the 'well-behaved' act was put on in front of Suker.

After Suker left, this little devil would climb trees to dig for bird eggs, roll in the mud, ride Luna wildly around the yard... he was simply a wild child.

"Sukic, come here!"

Zorancic waved.

Sukic, who was happily playing in a puddle, immediately trotted over.

"Uncle Zorancic, I want to go to the bullring!"

The little devil called out sweetly, his smile extremely bright.

Zorancic, out of his respect for Suker, stroked Sukic's head, pulled a tissue from his pocket, and wiped Sukic's muddy little hands.

"You are so well-behaved, Uncle will take you, but... why don't you tell your dad?" Zorancic asked.

Sukic chuckled twice and said: "Dad is very busy! I don't want to bother him!"

"Tell Uncle the truth, and Uncle will buy you your favorite ice cream!"

Hearing this, Sukic's eyes lit up and he immediately nodded.

Then, the little guy pursed his lips and said: "I'm afraid Dad won't want me anymore!"

"Ah?"

Zorancic was a little surprised.

"Dad doesn't seem to like me much; only if I behave better will he not chase me away!" Sukic whispered.

Zorancic blinked. What did he mean by that?

Suker was almost doting on Sukic.

Perhaps because he himself didn't have a childhood, Suker would fulfill any of Sukic's requests.

Just a few days ago, he customized a children's special Mercedes sedan (a toy! not for road use!) for Sukic.

Suker's treasured awards were also left for Sukic to play with freely.

Sometimes, even during training, Suker would come back during lunchtime to look after Sukic for a while, and then return to training.

How could that be considered not liking him?

"I used to have endless talks with Mom, but Dad wouldn't say much to me all day long."

"I like to eat ice cream and sweet things, but Dad won't let me eat them!"

"I like to play with Luna, but Dad only lets us play for a little while each time before taking Luna away, and he doesn't let me sleep with Luna."

The little guy pursed his lips and said: "Actually, I like Dad; everyone praises him and says he's a hero!"

At this point, Sukic mischievously winked and said: "I'll tell you a secret, I don't like Ronaldo, I know Dad is the best player."

Zorancic raised an eyebrow: "Then what about your previous room?"

"Hehe!" Sukic smiled slyly: "I know Ronaldo and Messi are Dad's biggest rivals, so I was just trying to annoy him!"

Zorancic was stunned for a moment. This little devil...

"Then why aren't you annoying him now?" Zorancic asked.

Sukic: "If I annoy him now, I'll be kicked out, and I'm not that stupid!"

Zorancic's mouth slightly opened.

"Not just the appearance... the cunningness is exactly the same!"

These father and son are both cunning!

They're only three years old and already so cunning; I don't know how they grew up like this.

One can only say that genes, well, they really don't lie.

"Actually, you don't have to do this; no matter what you do, your dad will forgive you!" Zorancic said with a smile; "Because you are the only blood relative he has in this world!"

After so many years of interaction, Zorancic also knew one thing: Suker yearned for his relatives.

Blood relatives.

Don't let Suker's cheerful appearance fool you; this guy is very lonely.

Therefore, when he learned of Sukic's existence, Suker almost dropped everything and ran to Brazil.

Zorancic was certain that Suker liked this child.

"Trust Uncle, this is your home, no one will drive you away, you can open your heart and be bolder."

Listening to Zorancic's encouragement, Sukic blinked his innocent eyes: "Really?"

"You can try!"

Sukic whistled happily, and Luna barked and rushed over.

"Charge!"

Sukic and Luna charged into the mud pit again, one person and one dog rolling and playing in the mud, having a wonderful time.

At sunset, Suker finished his day's training and returned home.

He carried two bags of vegetables and meat.

Suker used to be very particular about food, and now that he had a child, he paid even more attention to it.

"I'm home!"

Suker opened the door, and just as he was about to take off his shoes, he froze.

The house was a mess.

There were dark paw prints and small footprints on the floor and sofa, and mud splatters on the walls.

Toys were scattered all over the living room.

A corner of the TV screen was broken.

His trophy cabinet was even more chaotic, with a Ballon d'Or trophy rolling on the floor, its base broken at one corner.

Most importantly, there was one person and one dog in front of him.

The dog was covered in mud, tongue hanging out, looking meekly down.

The child next to him had his head down, looking at his feet, his toes occasionally wiggling, indicating his inner panic.

Hiss~~~~~

Suker's inhaling sound was trembling, and his blood pressure instantly shot up.

He suppressed his anger: "What... what is going on here?"

Sukic looked up, seeking help, at Zorancic, who was equally stunned at the doorway.

Uncle, save me!

"Sukic!!!—"

Suker's voice still carried suppressed anger.

Sukic felt that something was wrong and immediately pointed at the dog: "It did it! It's not my fault!"

Suker glared: "I'm giving you one more chance!"

Sukic opened his mouth, fear filling his heart: "Dad! I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

Suker took a deep breath, put down the plastic bags, and grabbed Sukic's ear.

"Now, I'll teach you a few croatian proverbs!"

Suker pressed Sukic over his knee, pulled down his pants, and fiercely spanked his little bottom with his big hand.

Slap!—

Ow~~~~!!!

"First proverb! Spare the rod, spoil the child!"

Slap!—

Ow, ow~~~~!!!

"Second proverb! A day without a beating, and they'll tear the roof off!"

Slap!—

Ow, ow, ow~~~~~!!!

"Third proverb! A father beating his son is only right and proper!!!—"