[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"I don't understand. It's just an ordinary GIF. It's nothing big." Batistuta lay on the bed, holding his phone and looking at the GIF for almost half an hour. In the end, he didn't come to a conclusion. He touched Neymar who had just woken up next to him and said, "What do you think?"

Neymar, who was not fully awake yet, suddenly saw the picture and his brain went blank.

Even though he had experienced the entire situation on site, he could not suppress the feeling of amazement when he saw the gif picture that recorded the situation at that time.

how to say.

An image with just the right time, just the right light, and just the right mood may not be recreated by the original photographer even if he takes it hundreds of times.

It took about 7 or 8 seconds to fully record the process of Batistuta opening the champagne and sliding into the court. The boy's body lines full of wild tension appeared in the camera from far to near. With unruly and natural arrogance, he knelt on the grass, holding the champagne bottle, pressing half of the bottle mouth with his thumb, and skillfully let the champagne spray out.

The low resolution of the gif blurred the color and bubbles of the champagne, splashing on his face and body as if——

It is bold and gorgeous, making people unable to take their eyes away.

The passion on the green field is also perfectly reflected, allowing people to praise the Creator for giving him such a beautiful body without feeling vulgar.

"Where did you get it?" Neymar asked.

"Jolene gave it to me," Barty said. "She told me that this picture became popular in her community... maybe because of the socks? The socks that come with Brazil's home jerseys are white, and I remember that many people couldn't resist them."

The boy said this while shaking his legs, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Neymar looked at him and then at the picture, and whispered: "Don't you know how good-looking and attractive you are?"

"I know. Otherwise, how do you think I've survived until now and caught you?" Batty propped up his face and glanced at him. "I just don't understand why such a boring picture can make people so excited. If the photos in my album were exposed, the world would explode."

Neymar completely ignored Batistuta's words. He kicked the little bastard in the ass with a bit of dissatisfaction: "That's not why I like you."

"Really?" Barty drawled, "As if you didn't have any idea at the beginning."

"Yes, I am sure." Neymar pinched Batistuta's face and said, "When I first met you, you were just a newcomer with some potential to me. Later, you fought with me. I hated you."

Batistuta tilted his head to look over, still shaking his calves. Two or three seconds later, he gave Neymar a warm smile: "What a coincidence, me too."

"What, do you hate me?"

"When you first joined the Olympic team, you were very ostentatious. Every time you appeared, you looked like an emperor. That made me think of some not-so-good memories, so I didn't like you," Batistuta said, poking his nose.

"I guess you mean the people in my team. They follow me every day." Neymar shrugged. "I don't like them either, but there is nothing I can do. Being famous is like this. I have to have bodyguards following me wherever I go. It was Barcelona who arranged it for me at the time."

Batistuta nodded. He understood this, so he didn't have any more prejudice against Neymar later.

"I was the one who took the initiative. You were like a hermit crab, always hiding in your shell." Batty turned sideways and lost himself in memories. "Thank you for not telling Ronaldinho about my whereabouts. After that day, I thought you were an interesting person, and you would get shy if you were teased a little."

shy?

Who is this talking about?
Neymar looked over in disbelief: "What are you talking about, Batistuta, when have I ever been shy with you?"

"No?" Batty raised his eyebrows. "Who would freeze in place after being kissed? I'm sure if Loach hadn't appeared that day, you would have been petrified forever."

Neymar:!

It was the Bailando time!

He jumped up, grabbed Batty's arm, turned him over and threw him onto the quilt, then used the elasticity of the mattress to step over and hold Batty's shoulders, completing the whole set of movements in one go.

"So you always remember it!" Neymar glared at him and gritted his teeth.

Batistuta was a little surprised, but quickly adjusted himself. He rubbed himself on the pillow first, found a comfortable place to lie down again, then put his arms around Neymar's neck and pressed him closer to himself.

"You just know this now?" He whispered, looking into those amber eyes. "I thought I told you."

"No! You never told me this properly!" Neymar was still angry, and his thumb scratched the artery on Batistuta's neck. "At the party, I called you the next day to ask you, and you said you didn't remember anything!"

"Hasn't anyone told you I'm a good liar, dear?" Batistuta smiled and calmly brushed away Neymar's hand on his vitals. "I haven't had a blackout from drinking for a long time. The last time was 10 years ago."

"you liar!"

"Well, I'm a habitual liar—" Batty slowed down his speech, raised two fingers and walked down Neymar's neck, "So, are you going to punish me?"

Just as they were about to roll over and take out the newly bought [Ice Type with Raised Dots] from the bedside, Batty's cell phone started ringing like crazy as if it had a virus.

"Oh shit!" Neymar looked over and hit his hand on the bedside table. "How many times has this happened? Why does it always go wrong when we want to do something?"

"Maybe God is not satisfied with the postures you have in mind." Batty made a joke irritably, then turned over and grabbed the phone to silence it.

But when he saw what was displayed on the menu bar, he paused.

"What's wrong?" Neymar asked.

"...Uh, it's that gif picture." Batty replied.

"What happened to the picture?" Neymar asked again. "What happened?"

"Remember I said it just became popular with Jolene?" Barty licked his lips and said, "No, it's spread."

Neymar still didn't understand, so Batistuta turned his phone over to show him. In addition to the overwhelming number of message alerts, the most eye-catching message came from the Brazilian team's spokesperson.

"That GIF was first posted on Big Eyes, and I don't know who posted it to Twitter, and then to IG. While we were flirting, it was even posted to a color website starting with P, and everyone knew me." Batty frowned and said, "Now there are a lot of paparazzi outside, and some people are trying to climb over the wall to get in. The spokesperson asked me what to do."

Neymar opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

They were still in the same position, but neither of them was in the mood to continue.

Damn this viral picture! Neymar cursed in his heart. If possible, he would rather only see all the good things about Batistuta.

But alas, now the whole world knows.

……

The traffic password in the Internet age is unpredictable and updates rapidly, and this time it just happened to hit Batistuta on the head. He really became an overnight sensation. He watched his IG account, which had 7kw followers at the beginning of the month, skyrocket to 1.03 million. His name and photo would be on any website he opened.

If he was an actor or a small model in Hollywood, he would be very happy now, but he is a player, and it is the World Cup now, so this can only bring bad things to him.

such as--

There used to be a few paparazzi outside the hotel where the Brazilian team was stationed every day taking photos and digging for gossip, but now the number has suddenly increased to several hundred, and the number of people trying to sneak into the hotel has also increased from an average of 3 per day to 30.

In addition to the paparazzi, there were also a lot of fans outside the hotel, including local Russian residents and those who came from all over the world to watch the World Cup games.

Then the laundry room reported the theft. In addition to Batistuta's home and away jerseys with the number 11 printed on them, Batistuta's shorts with white background and red lips were also stolen and put up for auction the next day. There were also drones monitoring the garden. In addition, his small accounts on various platforms were somehow dug out by those crazy fans. He didn't turn on the message filter on those small accounts, and the number of followers suddenly increased and they were directly blocked. No matter from the mobile phone or computer port, he couldn't access them.

In the end, it was his godfather who helped a lot. He made a phone call and temporarily froze Batistuta's trumpets from the backstage.

In addition, every group Batistuta was in was extremely excited because of this matter. He said something and they screamed and yelled for a long time. Among them, Kyle Walker and B Silva were the most excessive.

【Manchester City Group Chat】

Guardiola: We are scheduled to leave for Abu Dhabi on July 7 for pre-season training. If there is anything that needs to change the schedule, please send a private message to me or Lorenzo
Batty: (OK)

Walker: Ahaha! Here comes our big star!
Walker: Get out of the way! He's about to ooze charm!

B Silva: Don’t waste your energy. Barty wants to exude charm. Who can resist him?
B: I also want to thank you
Seat B: Because of your gif, the guy who bullied me in elementary school came to beg me
Seat B: Please give him your contact information
Seat B: Do you think I should give it to you?
B: I still have the photos of you wearing women's clothing at that time.
Aguero: lol
Aguero: Women's clothing? When? How come I didn't know about it?
Aguero: Send it to me privately
B: That’s so boring.
B: I will directly -
Seat B: [Gender-swap photo]

Walker: Big star!
Walker: (Fireworks) (Fireworks) (Lips) (Lips)

Almost everyone followed suit to tease Batistuta, even Guardiola said that he had received many private messages asking about Batistuta. Then, Manchester City's head coach replied to the photo posted by B席 that Batistuta had photoshopped himself, and the reply was three yellow face emoticons with red hearts in their eyes.

Batty: ...
Batty: Tsk, annoying.

Compared to the relatively normal teasing in the chat room, the teasing in real life has escalated to harassment.

After dealing with some of the paparazzi's problems, Batistuta rushed to the garden angrily. Just 2 minutes ago, Jesus sent him a message that Belgium and Japan played 0-1 in the first half, Belgium 0, Japan 1.

This is quite incredible. Belgium is also very strong this year, having won all three group matches and qualified. If it weren't for Brazil's dazzling brilliance, their record would definitely have been made a big fuss.

Then they were defeated 1-0 by Japan.

Judging from Jesus' description, it was Shinji Kagawa who tried the shot a few minutes into the game and it went in, giving the Japanese team a dream start.

Tsk, it’s the goalkeeper’s fault.

Batistuta looked at De Bruyne's expressionless face on the news and cursed Courtois in his heart.

And just at this moment, someone else climbed over the wall.

Why is it again——

Just in the morning, when Batistuta got out of Neymar's bed to deal with something, someone climbed over the wall on this side. This is the only way to get to the hotel garden, and it is only separated from the outside world by a wall.

"Oh my god, I remember the staff said there was electricity up there!" Batty crossed his arms and looked at the guy who staggered up from the ground, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"The power has been out for a long time. And life? That's not important. If I can't see my baby Batty, my life will be..." The man patted the dust off his body and sighed in an admiring tone. After realizing that the person asking him the question was Batty himself, he was stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards Batty almost crazily: "Ahhh, I give it to you, I give it to you! I give you my life! Please! Look at me!"

WTF?

What a psychopath!

Batty resisted the urge to throw a punch and dodged.

"I don't want to make this too complicated. You are trespassing now. Get out immediately," he said.

"No! I fought so hard to get this opportunity! Let me touch you! Please!" The man screamed and pounced on her again, "Please ravage me as much as you can! Leave marks on me, I'll go crazy for you!"

damn it.

Batty couldn't help it and kicked the guy out.

Then, without giving the man time to react, he grabbed a decorative cabinet from the roadside and used his feet to throw the man directly over the wall. The wall was about 2 or 3 meters high. If he was lucky, the man would not be injured. If he was unlucky, he would only have a broken leg, which was nothing compared to the mental trauma Batty suffered.

A few seconds later, people's exclamations were heard outside the wall.

"Oh, you're such a lucky guy!" someone said, "I want to be thrown out by Buddy Baby too!"

Batty: ...

Still Batty: Damn idiot.

……

"The second half has started, what are you doing?" Jesus waved his hand and ran towards Batistuta, "Hurry up, this is the game that will decide our next opponent, and you said you wanted to see how Kevin and the captain (Kompany) perform."

"Just a little thing to sort out." Batistuta clapped his hands and snorted. "Where's Neymar? Is he there?"

"Yes, he was answering the phone when I came out," Jesus replied.

Batistuta nodded and followed Jesus to the garden. When they arrived in front of the live broadcast screen, they saw Takashi Inui of the Japanese team suddenly shot a long shot that once again penetrated the goal of the European Red Devils.

"It's 2-0!" Batty walked to the sofa and leaned against it in disbelief. "Belgium let Japan score two goals, my God."

"No, not 2-0." Marcelo shook his head.

Batty was stunned.

"What?" He had a bad feeling in his heart, "That is--"

Marcelo twitched his eyebrows at him and said, "Belgium 0-3 Japan."

Batty was completely stunned.

Belgium, with such a luxurious lineup of Hazard, Lukaku, De Bruyne, and Kompany, actually let Japan beat 3-0! ? How is this possible!

There was a little good-natured laughter in the garden.

"Yeah, that's how we all reacted just now." Alves patted Batistuta's arm. "Sorry, I don't have any opinion on your teammates in Manchester City, but it seems that we are going to play against Japan."

Batty pursed his lips and said nothing.

The broadcast camera was focused on De Bruyne, and there was still no obvious emotion on the Belgian midfielder's face.

Come on, Kevin.

At this time, almost the entire team was there, except for one person missing, the Paris superstar, Neymar, who was just mentioned by Batistuta but forgotten in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)