[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Lucas himself is also worried about Bayern's desire to sign a new left-back. He has been calling his agent non-stop these days just to find out what is going on.

"Relax Lucas, listen to me, it's okay." Agent Manuel Garcia Quiron sounded quite confident on the phone, as if he had figured out the whole story. "Don't react at all. If a reporter asks, just tell them you haven't heard about it. It's that simple."

"I know how to deal with reporters," Lucas replied, "but Manu, shouldn't you tell me why this whole thing is about, because of the lawsuit between Manchester City and UEFA?"

"No, no, it has nothing to do with that." The agent gave a denial reply, "Manchester City will not lose the lawsuit. If it loses, it will not be you who will be fought over by the big clubs. Real Madrid has been eyeing Batistuta for a long time, and Barcelona has also been asking about Neymar and De Bruyne."

"What about me this time?"

"Oh, this is Bayern's trick." The agent interrupted his question, "Their left back, you know, David Alaba, he always makes a fuss every year when renewing his contract, asking for a pay raise, asking to go to Real Madrid. Bayern recently changed the management, and they hope to suppress him and make him behave himself."

In this case, it has nothing to do with him at all.

"Listen, Lucas, this is a good idea. You also happen to be negotiating a contract extension with Manchester City. With this news, we can talk about a pay raise." The agent said shrewdly, as if he had already calculated everything. "This matter is not as complicated as you think. Most people can figure it out with a little brainpower. They also know what we want. You don't have to worry about anything. I'll take care of the rest."

"It sounds like a good plan." Lucas ruffled his hair and let out a long breath. "Then I won't care, Manu. If anyone asks, I'll push all the questions to you, okay?"

"Of course, you should do this. My job is to take care of your affairs. If I can negotiate a higher annual salary and benefits for you, my commission will also increase. We are in the same boat." The agent said to him bluntly, "That's it. Remember, Lucas, don't say anything. Leave it to me. I will definitely bring you good news next time I call."

After hanging up the phone, Lucas breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could sit on the sofa and drink a sip of water, someone knocked on the door, the video doorbell opened automatically, and Batty's voice came into his ears.

"Open the door, Luki, I have something to tell you - damn it, you can come and go in my house as you please, but I need your permission to enter your house. Today you have to record my fingerprints and tell me the password!"

Lucas rushed to the door like a rocket and opened it for Batty.

And in just these few short seconds, his clever little head figured out why the other party came to him at this time.

It must be related to Bayern.

Batistuta is now the captain of Manchester City. He will definitely pay attention to any transfer rumors about other players. As some fans have guessed, these players often discuss club issues in private. There is nothing that cannot be said. It is just like the relationship between ordinary people and a company.

Although his agent told him that this was something that "most people could figure out with a little brainpower," it was clear that Batistuta was not one of them.

That's so cute.

Everyone thinks Batty is a smart man, but when it comes to some things, he can't think of them and can't adapt to them. He is a fool.

Thinking about how he had finally established a relationship with the other party, but it was interrupted by the holidays and the America's Cup, and feeling that they had become much more distant after returning to training, Lucas decided to make good use of this opportunity to bring the two closer.

He opened the door and made a gesture that he thought was handsome.

"Hi Barty, good evening!"

Batty looked at him suspiciously, then slipped under his raised arm and sat down on the sofa naturally: "Where have you been? I've been waiting at the door for almost a century."

"Nothing." Lucas was a little frustrated, but he still closed the door and sat down next to Batistuta. "I just called my agent, so I didn't open the door for you in time."

Yes, he said that on purpose.

"Agent?" Batty pricked up his ears. "What did he say?"

Hehe, it works!
Lucas chuckled inwardly.

"It's nothing." He pretended to be uncomfortable. "It's just about the advertising endorsement. Several companies want to renew their contracts, and a few new ones want to join."

"More than that." Batistuta turned over and sat backwards on the sofa. He crossed his legs over the backrest and turned to look at Lucas. "I'm sure you mentioned something else, like Bayern?"

This is a bad habit of Batistuta. He doesn't like serious conversations, which always make him feel depressed. So no matter who he is talking to, he will always do something to break the serious and rigid atmosphere.

"Oh, you mean this." Lucas continued to pretend. He looked away to make himself look more nervous. "I just heard about it too. Manu didn't tell me anything. He just asked me to keep it vague with the media."

"Come on, I know he must have told you about this." Batty hammered his thigh, "Tell me, what is the situation now, how much annual salary did the Germans offer you?"

"Uh--"

"With their stingy philosophy, it shouldn't be much higher." Batty was sure that Lucas had already talked to Bayern. He moved closer to Lucas and half-lay on his legs. "To be honest, Luki, I don't care about that. I just want you to tell you - do you really want to go?"

"No! I didn't. I really didn't talk to Bayern." These words were not fake. Lucas lowered his head and looked seriously into Batistuta's eyes. "Leaving Manchester City and going to Germany means I can't see you every day. I've had long-distance relationships before, and that's difficult. When there are more games, I can't even see you once a month!"

Batty looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers a few times in front of his eyes.

"Is this the reason why you're struggling with whether to transfer?" He asked with a frown, "You're not like Qiao Lin, a love-obsessed person."

"How could it be!" Lucas denied, "I feel good in Manchester City. Pep trusts me. We won two Premier League titles and two Champions League titles together. I even tattooed them on my legs."

Talking about his late shorts, he showed Batty his new tattoo.

"Wow." Batty ran his hand over the skin, struggled to raise his upper body, and patted Lucas on the head. "Good boy, that's great."

"This is everything I wanted in my career, and there's no indication that I'm not in Pep's next plans, so why should I leave?" Lucas also rubbed towards Batistuta, trying to make him lie more comfortably.

"But the most important thing is you." He added in a low voice, "I like to see you on the training ground every day, whether you are smiling at me or not. I like the feeling of you living upstairs and downstairs from me. I don't need to be too deliberate. I can occasionally run into you in the elevator, and I will be happy all day long."

Listen to what this is saying.

Batty couldn't help moving his lips. Good, now he was the one who was uncomfortable.

"Also, I want to know how far we can go together. From 18 to now, we have won the Champions League title consecutively. So next, is it possible for us to become the first team in the new century to win the Champions League three times in a row?" Lucas slowed down his voice and reached out to cover Batistuta's eyes.

"Imagine, at the Estadio da Luz in Lisbon, Manchester City wins the championship again, the stadium is all blue, the fans are calling our names, you lift the trophy, I lift you, then you throw the trophy away, bend down, and kiss me in front of the whole world!" He paused, "How wonderful it would be!"

For a few brief seconds, Batty actually imagined the scene with him.

Quickly, he turned his head away from Lucas's hand.

"That's nice of you." Batty reached out and flicked his forehead. "You still say you're not in love, but I think you're already in the late stage. There's no hope!"

Lucas didn't hide, he smiled at Batty in a silly way.

"Don't leave tonight," he said, "stay with me for a while. Last time I hugged you for so long, I said it would be May."

Batty thought about it and agreed.

"Go run the bath water. I need to take a bath first." He kicked Lucas' butt twice. "Hurry up. You have to play games with me later. There are some brats who keep bothering me. I'm going to beat them up today!"

"it is good!"

Lucas happily got up and went to drain the water.

"Wait." Batistuta called him, "Do you still want to go to Bayern?"

Lucas turned his head to look at him, smiling until his eyes curved into two crescents.

“I didn’t want to go from the beginning,” he said.

Batty got a satisfactory answer and waved his hand to let him go to flush the water. Lucas walked into the bathroom happily, and his goal was achieved.

Nothing changes in the results.

But everyone is happy with what they have done, right?

……

On the other hand, some people are also having headaches about transfers.

[The former French president allegedly called Mbappe, hoping that he would stay at Paris Saint-Germain. Is this true or a rumor? More information will be provided to you later. ]

Augustus curled his lips coldly. He threw the tablet aside, took out his cell phone, and decided to make a long-distance call to resolve the issue.

After three rings, the call was connected.

"It's really surprising. Why would the Rothschild brat call me? Is it about my dear godson?" The director's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end, sounding like he was in the middle of or had just finished exercising.

"You are right, Mr. Edmundo." Augustus said politely, "For the sake of Batistuta's career, I hope you can help me facilitate Kylian Mbappe's transfer."

"For—Bati's career?"

"Yes." Augustus stood up from his chair and walked to the window. The room was dark, and through the French windows, the lights of the city at night were even more charming. "When a person stands on the top of the mountain for too long, he will lose the motivation to continue climbing."

"I understand." The director chuckled, "You want Batty to lose."

"Yes, but that is just what you have to go through before you reach your goal." Augustus said fluently, "Work hard to climb up and move towards the goal you desire most. This process is the most memorable. I think you should know this best."

The great director did not deny it.

After about half a minute, he agreed.

"You have convinced me, Rothschild's son. I will help you with the transfer." The director said, "But you must know that I have not allowed you to get close to my dear godson. If I find out that you have any other intentions, you know the consequences."

"Understood." Augustus said respectfully, "Thank you for your generosity. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, he still stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the lights in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

On the other side, the director threw away his phone and prepared to continue the exercise.

"You just agreed to him, Dudu? That guy doesn't look like a kind person." Phoenix reminded, "I always feel that he is up to no good and wants to use you."

"Yeah, Buddy baby also complained to me. He's full of bad intentions."

"Then you still-"

"But what he said makes sense. Batistuta does need some push. Kylian Mbappe is a good choice. You were also there when we had a video call last time. Did you feel it? My baby cares a lot about the comparisons between them. Ha, rivals and all that, sounds really good." Edmundo smiled and nodded his lips. "As for that brat, I'll have someone keep an eye on him and not give him the chance to do anything bad."

After saying that, the director grabbed the belt around his lover's neck and pulled her in front of him.

"Never mind that, little Phoenix, let's continue."

(End of this chapter)