[Football] Bad Boy Batty

After the parade celebrations, it will be the players' long-awaited vacation. From now until mid-July to start preparing for the next season, they have nearly four and a half weeks to relax on vacation.

On the first day of the holiday, Batistuta held a party at his apartment in Manchester, inviting his teammates and all the staff to attend, and about half of them showed up.

Aguero had to attend an interview invitation, while Neymar was dragged away to shoot a commercial. Perhaps for the new season's awards, his team gave him a lot of traffic activities that required his personal attendance.

Apart from the two of them, Stones did not come to the party and did not explain the reason to Batistuta. This was a bit strange. Although Stones was not a party creature, he and Kyle Walker were always the first to respond to Batistuta's parties.

"Nothing strange, that guy is just a weirdo." Walker didn't take it seriously. He wore a floral shirt and shorts as if he was going on a beach vacation, and wore sunglasses on his head. "He was in a very bad mood recently. He didn't reply to my text messages for three days after the celebration. I called him hundreds of times, and only got a reply of 'I'm fine'."

"So you think he's really okay?" Batty raised his eyebrows and looked at Walker, "I thought you were bff (best friends forever)."

"Yes, but good friends should respect and understand each other's need for private space." Walker danced to the DJ's music and said to Batty seriously, "Yesterday you posted about the party in the group, but he didn't say anything. I asked him but he didn't reply, so I went to find him before coming here today."

"You went to his house?"

"Correct."

"and then?"

"Then he didn't even open the door and told me to go away." Walker shrugged, snatched the drink from B席 who was passing by, drank it all, and then stuffed the empty glass back into B席's hand, "So I walked away." He gave Batistuta a 'you know what I mean' look.

"It sounds like he's in more than just a bad mood." Batty looked at Walker, "Give me his address, I'll go talk to him."

"Wait, what? You're going to see him?" Kyle Walker stared at Batistuta in shock, as if he had heard that the owner of 10 Downing Street was of Indian descent. "You? Batistuta? Going to visit your teammates?"

"Is it incredible? I even went to visit Kevin." Batty shrugged, then snatched the wine from B席 who was passing by and drank it.

"You two... forget it." The poor Portuguese man looked at the two 'bullies' in front of him and could only turn around helplessly and run to the third floor to get some wine.

After scaring away B席, Walker and Batty returned to the previous topic.

"Honestly, Batty, you don't have to be so anxious to show off." Walker made a 'calm' gesture, "We all know that you inherited the locker room from Vini. This kind of friendliness is not something we are used to."

"Friendly?" Batty sneered, "How can you feel that I am friendly to you?"

"Not to me, but to everyone. You just asked me for John's address." Walker said, "Believe me, if you go directly to his house, you might scare him and cause him to lose control of his emotions, and he might even lock you up with your chains."

Batty shrugged off Walker's threats: "Come on, if his emotions can get out of control to that extent, I will go to see him. There are not many people who can lock me up - does he have a gun license?"

"Probably not?" Walker thought for a moment. "He's just a fool. If he aims at the opposite target, he'll end up breaking his toes."

Batty thought about the scene and looked at Walker. After a few seconds, both of them couldn't help laughing.

"Back to what happened earlier - I'm serious, Batty." Walker wiped away tears of laughter, "Don't learn from those annoying politicians. You don't need to use friendly packaging. We still love you."

Listen to what he said, who now looks more like a politician who speaks official language and flatters others?

Barty rolled his eyes.

"Well, let's continue to have fun here and let little Johnny fend for himself!" He laughed wantonly, took off the sunglasses from Walker's head and put them on himself, "So - next, my dear Kyle, do you have any good suggestions for party games?"

Walker gave his typical British smile.

"Of course." He took out another pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. "Have you heard of the water pouring challenge?"

……

The so-called water pouring challenge is that several people take turns pouring water into an empty cup. They can decide how much to pour and when to stop. Whoever makes the water overflow will be punished.

"Come on, everyone! Anyone who has the guts to accept the challenge - come here!" Walker grabbed the DJ's microphone and briefly introduced the rules of the challenge. "The loser will be thrown into the swimming pool!"

Most people participated, and everyone participated voluntarily, except for B席, who was forced by Ederson to raise his hand to participate.

"Where's Kevin?" Batty looked around and didn't see De Bruyne.

"I just saw him go to the bathroom." Lucas rubbed his hands and stared at the water cup before answering. He hooked Batty's neck and turned his face to make him look at the water cup with him. "Focus! I'm going to do my best to throw you into the swimming pool!"

"Oh, really?" This aroused Batistuta's desire to win, and he left De Bruyne behind. "Come on," he moved his fingers, "Let me show you what real handwork (technique) is."

Walker started the first round and directly filled 2/3 of the cup. Then it was Ederson who added only a little. Then it was Lucas. Lucas glanced at Batistuta behind him and filled the cup with a very malicious intention. By the time it was Batistuta's turn, the water level had exceeded the wall of the cup.

"You think you can beat me like this?" Batty gave Lucas a half middle finger, then added a drop in the expectant eyes of everyone, perfectly maintaining the status quo, "Ha! Look who got himself into trouble now?"

No one cheats himself.

Because behind Batistuta is B Silva.

The Portuguese midfielder had really bad luck today. He had just raised his cup when it accidentally hit the table and the water spilled out.

"Ohhhhhh!"

The crowd cheered.

"Looks like our first unlucky guy is born!" Buddy found a piece of paper and rolled it up and announced to the party, "Now let's lift Bernardo up, and then - the swimming pool jackpot is waiting for you! Ooooh!"

Poor B席, even after leaving the training ground he couldn't avoid the fate of being bullied.

[Whew——]
The Portuguese midfielder was carried by everyone (mainly Batistuta) and thrown into the swimming pool. He struggled a few times and climbed out, like a drowned chicken.

"Curse you, Batistuta!" B Silva pinched his nose and raised his middle finger to Batistuta. "I'm telling you, the next one to be thrown in will definitely be you."

Batistuta was unmoved. He threw a towel over the Portuguese player and said, "There is a dressing room downstairs, or you can go home. By the way, I can't lose."

However, Seat B's curse came true.

In the second round, when it was Batty's turn, the cup was already full. Batty picked up the cup with full confidence, but a strange cry from Kyle Walker behind him made him pause subconsciously, so the cup in his hand shook, and excess water poured out, causing the originally full cup to overflow.

"Oh-ha!! Look! The man who claimed he couldn't lose lost!" Walker jumped up and celebrated by high-fiving Lucas next to him. "Come on, Bernardo! It's time for your revenge!"

B席, who had been staying, saw that the time was right, grinned and stretched out his hand towards Batistuta.

"Hey! That doesn't count, you're playing dirty tricks!" Batty picked up a plastic water cup and threw it at Walker. "That's cheating, it doesn't count - don't lift me! I'm going to do it!"

"Who cares? You poured the water out anyway, so you lose!" Lucas responded without knowing what was good for him. He even pulled the loach who was making trouble nearby down with him. "Come on, loach, come here, let's throw Batty into the pool!"

Batty's eyes widened and he gave Loach a 'how dare you' look.

Loach shrugged, indicating why he didn't dare.

So, with everyone's encouragement, Barty was lifted up by his hands and feet and moved towards the swimming pool little by little. Those who knew how to have fun deliberately made the team move very slowly, with the aim of making Barty feel the known but inescapable fear in the process.

"Put me down! You bunch of cheating stinking garbage, let me--Hey! Who the hell pinched my ass! Don't let me find you, hey! Hey! Watch the table! Damn it, you're all dead when I get out of the water!"

[Crash——]
The Manchester City king was thrown into the swimming pool.

"Ahem!" Batty poked his head out of the water, wiped his face, and raised his middle finger to the people who were cheering, "Asshole!"

Walker squatted down, held out his hand, and made cat-like noises.

"We have each other."

……

Batty didn't like the feeling of wet clothes sticking to his body, so he didn't participate in the next few rounds. He took the elevator downstairs to change clothes. Standing in front of the mirror, he began to brainstorm, thinking about how to get revenge on the assholes upstairs.

At this moment, there was a 'click' sound, and someone locked the door of the changing room from the inside.

Batty had just put on a sweatshirt and hadn't had time to put on his pants, but he wasn't nervous. He threw the hanger in his hand to the ground to make a noise: "I already knew you were following me. Don't try to play tricks on me. You're still far from being good at this, my dear... Kevin?"

Someone stepped out from the shadows.

"Are you a little disappointed to see it's me?" De Bruyne said with an ambiguous expression.

"Oh, how could that be." Batty put on a smile and ran over to him, doing a tree-climbing gesture. "I was just looking for you. Where were you when we were playing games?"

De Bruyne naturally caught him, then turned and pressed the man against the door.

"I'm here." He lifted Batty a little higher, and Batty raised his legs, crossed his ankles behind his back, and used force with his calves to directly eliminate the distance between them.

"I saw you playing games, and I also saw the whole process of you being thrown into the swimming pool." De Bruyne looked down at Batistuta's rather flattering and suggestive movements, without any expression.

"That's weird, why don't you come out and join us?" Batty asked, pretending to be stupid. "You don't want people to know where you are, but you followed me here. What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?"

"I - I don't know." Batistuta continued to play dumb. He touched De Bruyne's cheek with concern, "Are you okay, Kevin?" "Am I okay, am I okay?" De Bruyne repeated it twice, then looked up and made eye contact with Batistuta. "I just won the Premier League trophy, the Champions League trophy, and was selected into the best team of the season. I think I should be very happy. What do you think, Batistuta?"

That's when Batty saw the problem.

Something was not right with Kevin.

Although their relationship has become increasingly pathological since Neymar joined the team, such a conversation is still too weird. If it is not controlled well, it may become a time bomb.

"I think you should be happy, Kevin. We did it and continued the success of last season." Batistuta put aside his playful attitude, held De Bruyne's face with both hands and said to him closely, "We couldn't have done it without you. You are very important, to the team and to me."

"Am I important?" De Bruyne tilted his head and touched Batistuta's fingertips with his lips. "You said I was important to you, but I feel like you are getting further and further away from me."

God, a worried Kevin.

Is there anything worse than this?

"Kevin, Kevin, look at me." Batty twisted De Bruyne's eyes with his thumbs. "You are very important to me, very important, very important. I won't lie to you. Come on-"

He grabbed one of De Bruyne's hands, put it through his sweatshirt, folded it over his chest and pressed it against his chest.

"--Can you feel it? It's beating here." Batistuta noticed the trembling of the other party's fingers. He opened his five fingers and clasped De Bruyne's hand on his heart. "Maybe I will lie to you, but it won't. Listen to me: you are important, I don't want to lose you, I am close to you, I am here."

De Bruyne's breathing became heavier. He certainly didn't expect that Batistuta would use this almost swearing method to tell him how important he was.

The solemn oath can make one's head dizzy.

Otherwise, why would so many people be willing to step into the grave of marriage?

Seeing that the time was almost right, Batistuta let go of De Bruyne's hand, then put his arms around his neck and bent down to kiss him. After mastering his emotions, what he needed to do was to take away his sanity. Of course, for the current situation, one kiss was enough.

De Bruyne let Batistuta kiss him, not taking the initiative, just occasionally moving his tongue in response to the teasing.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s enough for Batty to take the initiative.

……

Soon, the atmosphere became less suffocating.

Batty began to breathe slightly. After all, being held in the air and kissed is a physical job. He was not kidding. It is a good way to exercise core strength.

He tapped De Bruyne's neck, intending to end the kiss.

But just when Batty was about to be declared the winner, there were some messy footsteps outside the door.

"Hey Batty! You've been in there for almost 40 minutes. Are you entangled in the fishing net?" This is Lucas' voice.

"How are you, boss? Neymar is here and he has something to tell you." This is the voice of Loach.

"Here - Batistuta, you will never guess who called me. Come out quickly, I have to tell you the news in person." This is Neymar's voice. It seems that he can't wait to come along.

This is really bad timing.

Their voices made De Bruyne, who was about to retreat, give up his original idea. He held Batistuta tightly and refused to let go. After only a few seconds of breathing time, he kissed him again. This time he was much more proactive and more aggressive than before.

'Well--'

He patted De Bruyne's arm but was met with a nibble on his lower lip in return.

"Bati?" Lucas called his name again, but still got no response. "What's going on? Didn't you say he was coming down?"

"I don't know. I saw him get on the elevator and then get off." Loach sounded confused. "Did he go back?"

"It's possible, but it's also possible that he's playing a prank," Neymar said. "He just likes this - right, Batistuta? I know you're here, stop playing, there's something important!"

De Bruyne pretended to hear nothing and continued to bite Batistuta's lower lip.

'Stop, Kevin, that hurts.'

De Bruyne finally stopped. He stared at Batistuta's lips, then lifted Batistuta up again and began to attack in another direction. First, he wanted to capture that annoying sweatshirt.

This time the action was a bit big and made a noise.

"What did I just say? He was just teasing us." Neymar said to Loach and Lucas with a little pride, and then he raised his voice, "Bati! Come out, we heard it!"

Go out, he can't go out.

Looking at the guy working hard in front of him, Batty rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay. That's boring. You guys figured it out." He responded in a light voice.

“So you’re really here.”

"Uh-huh, I've been struggling with the zipper." Barty lied casually, "This little thing is really hard to deal with. It bites my fabric and won't let go. I don't want to tear my clothes, so I have to take my time."

The 'troublesome little thing' looked up at Barty, then pushed his sweatshirt to his chest and bit his left nipple.

"hiss--"

"What's wrong?" Loach asked with concern, "Do you need me to go in and help?"

"No, there's no need. I can handle it myself." Batistuta slapped De Bruyne lightly. The best solution at the moment was to quickly send these people outside the door away and then end the battle with the Belgians.

"What do you want from me?" he asked. "Ney, who did you say called you?"

Perhaps stimulated by Batistuta calling Neymar's name, De Bruyne increased his intensity.

"Oh, that's Tite." Neymar didn't notice anything unusual. "The America's Cup roster is out, and he asked me when we can go back?"

"Isn't it scheduled for the weekend?" Speaking of the America's Cup, Batistuta cleared his mind a little. He pushed De Bruyne aside and continued to ask Neymar outside the door: "Why are you in such a hurry? Is there something wrong with the Football Association?"

"Not really. He just said that he hopes we can go back in the next two days to meet the fans." Neymar replied, "This America's Cup is very important. Do you remember when we last won the America's Cup?"

"I don't remember, maybe 11 years?"

"It's 07." Neymar snapped his fingers and said, "The whole Brazilian people are waiting for us to bring the trophy back, so - I plan to go back tomorrow, what about you?"

"Same as you." Before Batistuta could finish his words, De Bruyne pressed his waist again.

'Kevin!'

'What's wrong? ’

'Don't be crazy!'

'You're going back to Brazil with him, alone?'

Batistuta gave De Bruyne a cold look.

"Then it's decided. We'll go back together tomorrow." He put his hand over the Belgian midfielder's mouth and said, "Take Ederson, Fernandez, and Jesus with us, and take my godfather's plane. It's low-carbon and environmentally friendly."

De Bruyne seemed appeased.

"Go on, Loach, get ready. I still have to fight the zipper for a while." Batty started to drive people away.

"...Are you sure you don't need help?" asked Lucas, who was unable to get a word in for a long time.

"No." Batty simply rejected him. "Go upstairs. I'll come to you soon."

Loach and the other two left the changing room.

Ten minutes later, they ended this simple mutual assistance, Batty was let down from the door, and he found a tissue in the corner to clean himself up.

"I'm sorry, Kevin, I can't accompany you any longer. I have to go to the America's Cup." He said regretfully, "Have a good rest. You are really important to us. When I come back, we will continue to be brilliant next season, okay?"

De Bruyne was back to normal (at least it seemed), grabbing more paper towels to help clean up.

“Call me,” he said. “Good luck.”

Batty pulled him by the collar and kissed him.

"thanks, I will."

(End of this chapter)