[Football] Bad Boy Batty

There are still three days before the match against Tottenham. Batistuta called his physiotherapy team to his home to seize every opportunity to recover. At the same time, he sent a private message to everyone asking them to prepare well in the next few days and not to come to him. However, there are always some who disobey.

"Let me in, Loach, please." Lucas clasped his hands together, "The shower head in my house is broken, and the water is flowing out like a fire hydrant."

He was wearing a Rick and Morty bathrobe and had a bottle of 6-in-1 shampoo under his arm.

"I promise not to disturb Batty and just use his bathroom. It will be over soon!" Lucas added.

Loach stood in front of his boss's door, arms folded, with a look of disbelief: "You can use Ederson or Bernardo, they are both at home. If you must use Batty's level, you can come to my place."

Lucas stopped talking.

Loach knew the other person's thoughts very well, and he was not in a hurry. He just stood at the door. "Go away." He waved his hand, "Go away quickly."

"Hey, I did this for Batistuta." Lucas stopped pretending. He changed his hand to hold the shampoo and smiled at Niu Qiu in a flattering way. "He must feel bad for missing the game. Pep asked him to seek psychological counseling but he didn't go. So I want to stay with him for a while. After all, I am his best friend."

"Best friend? You?" Loach narrowed his eyes dangerously. When it comes to being angry, he and Batty are exactly the same.

You are Batty's best friend, what about him?

"Of course it's me." Lucas said naturally, "You are family."

Oh, that's more like it.

Loach put his sleeves back which he had just rolled up.

But even if he said that, he couldn't let him pass. The black youth refused again and said, "I know Batty is unhappy, but that's none of your business. What you have to do is prepare well for the game. You heard what he said. If you can't win by a large margin, he will scold you!"

"I'm already here, you just—"

【Ding--】

The ringing of Loach's cell phone interrupted Lucas's words. He took out his cell phone, looked at the screen, frowned fiercely, made an impatient gesture to Lucas to drive him away, then turned his back to answer the phone.

It still doesn't seem to work.

The French defender let out a long breath, slumped his shoulders and prepared to take the elevator back to his floor.

Just then, he heard the content of Loach's phone call and accurately grasped a few key words.

"He's not good to you?"
"Don't worry"
“That’s okay.”
"Of course I will help you"

Who would say something like that on the phone?
Lucas scratched his chin and gave a sly smile.

He found a way to get Loach to let him in.

……

A few minutes later, Loach finished his call and turned around to find Lucas was still there.

"Why haven't you left yet? Didn't I tell you Barty—"

Lucas walked up to Loach with his hands in his pockets and an extremely confident step. He first pretended to look the black youth up and down, and then pointed at Loach's mobile phone as if he was doing a street deal.

"Look, the phone call you just made was from your ex-girlfriend," he said. "I know her, the crazy vegetarian white leftist who fantasizes about going to the stadium with banners calling on people not to eat animals."

Loach frowned: "It has nothing to do with you, hurry up and leave."

After saying this, he pretended to roll up his sleeves.

"It has nothing to do with me, but - from what you said on the phone, you want to get back together." Lucas said shrewdly, "I don't care who you date, but they say that your boss seems to hate her."

Loach paused for a moment, then looked sullen.

"Her current boyfriend cheated on her and allowed that woman to hit her." He said, "I'm not trying to get back together, I'm just going to help."

"You need to tell Barty about this."

"Bati will understand."

"perhaps."

"I've known Batistuta for 15 years and he won't blame me for this."

"Yeah, I know."

Now the loach was silent.

after awhile.

"Or, you let me in to play with Batty, I'll keep your secret, and you can happily get back together with your girlfriend." Lucas dragged out his voice, "How about this idea?"

"...You threaten me? Do you know what the consequences of threatening a former gangster are?"

"Threat?" Lucas tilted his head. "AM I?"

The loach stopped talking again.

The two of them were in a stalemate for almost 3 minutes, until another call came into Loach's cell phone, and he finally let go.

"FINE!" He said through gritted teeth after letting out a breath like a bull, "I'll open the door for you, but you have to get back before 11 o'clock. Batty needs plenty of rest!"

Lucas agreed.

"One more thing. You have to record my fingerprints." He raised his chin to indicate the door lock. "It's too inconvenient for me to ask you or Batty to open the door every time I come."

"Don't push your luck!" Loach growled.

"Okay." Lucas said with a scoundrel look, "Then I'll go in - what's your girlfriend's name?"

"..." Loach clenched his fist several times and then put it down. This was the main defender of Manchester City's first team. He couldn't get beaten up in the game. "Come here! I'll record it for you!"

Lucas raised his head proudly.

How clever! He praised himself in his heart. Where can you find such a good friend?

……

When Lucas finished his fingerprints and went in, he happened to pass by a team of caregivers. It seemed that their work for the day was over.

As he walked further in, he soon saw Batty.

"Come on Leo! Dribble past him, you're a top card! Don't let the wheelchair suit on the other side pass you - oh my god!"

Batty was wearing a loose sweatshirt and was leaning in the coffin playing games passionately. They had modified the coffin to make it more like a comfortable boat. The game console was placed next to it and the screen was moved to the front.

His back was leaning against a huge feather pillow, his right leg was wrapped and hung up, and with a beeping sound, several wires extended from it. Lucas knew this physical therapy device, it was very painful when it was activated, and few people could use it without screaming.

But Batistuta seemed to feel nothing and played FIFA football with the controller very easily.

"Hey!" Lucas greeted him not wanting to scare him.

Batty was not scared and did not stop the game, as if he had known about Lucas' existence.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"The shower head upstairs is broken, so I need your help." Lucas waved the shampoo and said, "There's a code on the door, how did you get in?" he asked again.

"I ran into your physical therapy team. They were just about to leave and left the door open for me." Lucas didn't reveal the loach.

After understanding what happened, Barty didn't ask any more questions. He continued playing the game. Lucas stood there watching him play. Soon the game was over. With Barty's poor skills, he lost the game as expected. However, this game was just for entertainment, so he didn't care that much.

"You want to use the bathroom? Go ahead." Batty put down the controller and finally glanced at the French defender. When he saw the other's bathrobe, his calm expression finally changed. "Rick and Morty? Do you like this, Luki?"

"I love Grandpa Rick so much, isn't he so cool!" Lucas walked towards the bathroom happily, "Don't tell me you don't like him."

"Guess what, I don't like that little bastard in yellow (Modi) who sucks."

"Normal, he's a loser, but better than his dad." Lucas leaned over the bathroom door frame and said, "Play this for a while, and when I come out, switch to Fortnite. They have a new dance that's hilarious."

"Yeah, go ahead." Batty said perfunctorily, and he restarted the game.

Then, Lucas's questions began to come from the other side——

"Can I use your towels? They look so soft!"
"Hey Barty! Do you have any extra slippers?"
"Wow, your shampoo looks so high-end, do you mind if I use it?"
"I forgot to bring my toothbrush, do you have—"

Batty couldn't finish the last sentence because he couldn't bear it anymore and dragged the physical therapy device to the bathroom door on one leg, then used his flying slippers to force Lucas to turn off the device.

"You better take a good shower!" He gritted his teeth and said, "If you ask such stupid questions again, I'll flush you down the toilet!"

Lucas, with a little yellow duck on his head, looked at Batty and nodded obediently.

Now he knew that the threat of not being able to score a big goal was real.

……

Lucas finished his shower quickly. He was trapped by an inexplicable feeling of warmth during the process. It delayed him for a few minutes, otherwise it could have been even faster.

He reached out and wiped the mirror, then looked at himself in the mirror, and the dizzy feeling came back.

It's like——

The kind of family atmosphere he longed for after his bastard father left home and abandoned them early.

Lucas was shocked by this conclusion, and he quickly shook his head to sober himself up.

He and Batty, family, warmth?

It's such a strange combination of words.

……

When he got out, Batty had already pulled out a second controller, opened up Fortnite, and left enough room for him in the coffin.

"I can only play until 10:45, and I have to go to bed at 11 o'clock," said Batty.

"No problem." Lucas got into the coffin.

The space inside was not small, but not enough for two men to sit side by side. Batty moved forward and gave him most of the pillow. Lucas understood and sat back away from Batty.

"It's about to begin." Batty raised an eyebrow at him, "Don't let the 10-year-old kid on the other side get you killed again this time."

"Go, who got killed by a 10-year-old kid?" Lucas pouted. "You were the one who caused the trouble that time. There were enemies in front of you but you were still chopping trees. If I didn't get beaten, who would?"

Batty didn't care about that and just laughed at the other person to his heart's content.

"I made it to No. 3, but you got beaten by a 10-year-old!"

"That's your problem! You killed me!"

"Bullshit! Don't blame me if you're not good enough!"

The game started, and the two people's childish bickering had not yet ended, so they gave up the core of the game and directly built two houses on the spot to try to kill each other.

What else can I say?
You never know what your enemies in the game are doing.

10 minute later.

Not surprisingly, both were beaten to death.

"your fault."

"No, it's your fault."

"That's you."

"Bounce!"

"Bounce again!"

As they were arguing, Lucas suddenly realized that their positions had changed a little bit at some point. If they hadn't been sitting with their legs apart, he would have almost held Batty in his arms.

He glanced aside.

hiss--
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Why is the collar of Batty's sweatshirt so big?
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What a beautiful skin color, he could never achieve this color even if he basks in the sun his whole life.
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Why did he think Barty smelled so good? Oh, that was his perfume, Barty himself had no smell.

All these thoughts suddenly flooded into Lucas's brain, and that feeling attacked him for the third time, and this time it was not just dizziness, but even his stomach began to feel uncomfortable.

He felt like there was a black hole in his stomach that was constantly absorbing everything into it.

“Bati?” Lucas dropped the controller. “I don’t think it’s right.”

"Huh?" Batty looked over and found that the French defender was almost as red as De Bruyne who had just finished the game. "What's wrong with you, Luki?"

Lucas felt dizzy.

"I don't know—" He looked at the watch. It was now 10:. He took a deep breath and resolutely turned over and got out of the coffin. "It's getting late. I'm going back, Batty. You should get some rest."

"Huh?"

"I just want to tell you, don't be sad, we will all fight for you." Facing Batistuta's puzzled gaze, he walked to the door and said quickly, "Get well soon, you are important to me... and the whole team."

This sounded so awkward, Batty raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"I'm going home now. Good night." Lucas turned and ran away. "See you next time, my best friend!"

The footsteps gradually faded away, and after a while, Batty heard the sound of a door closing.

Lucas is--

Batty only thought about it in an ambiguous direction for a little while, and then he found the reason.

"Ah Luki! I forgot to tell you, don't use that bottle of black and gold perfume! That's what I use before sex, it contains ingredients that make people happy!"

(End of this chapter)