"What's up with this guy?" Benzema couldn't help but mutter to himself. He paused briefly, then suddenly clapped his hands loudly, creating a crisp "clap" that was exceptionally jarring in the quiet therapy room.
This sudden sound was like thunder on a clear day, startling Ronaldo so much that his whole body jolted. His previously dazed eyes instantly widened, filled with a mix of panic and anger, staring straight at Benzema.
"What are you up to? You scared me!" Ronaldo shouted irritably, with a hint of lingering shock in his voice.
Benzema spread his hands, putting on an innocent look.
"What's wrong with me? We agreed long ago to come for cupping therapy together. Look, I'm done, and it's your turn. But instead, you're spacing out here. Are you thinking about shooting, or something else?"
Ronaldo finally came to his senses, realizing his loss of composure, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He then showed a slightly apologetic smile.
