[Football] Bad Boy Batty

On the afternoon after the match, Batistuta was 5 minutes late, which was a rare occurrence. The alcohol made him sleep until 10 minutes before the scheduled time.

Due to his hasty preparation, the smell of alcohol on his body had not completely dissipated, and the administrator stopped him before he stepped into the locker room.

Guardiola was furious because of Batistuta's lateness and reeking of alcohol. He directly stopped Batistuta's training but did not talk to him. He just left him alone and sent a message to everyone in the group, asking them not to talk to Batistuta for two days.

"Then what should I do?" Batty raised his innocent face and asked the set-piece coach.

The set-piece coach was helpless. He gave Batistuta a smile to indicate 'I can't help you', and then shrugged. There were a few points that needed to be paid attention to during free throws that he had to discuss with Batistuta, but due to Guardiola's latest policy, he couldn't say anything.

"ALRIGHT!" Batty looked at his teammates who were starting to warm up and practice basic passing not far away, and sat down on the side of the training ground in a huff. He put his knees together, raised his head and rested his chin on them, humming a song, and pinching the dreadlocks hanging on both sides to amuse himself.

"What a tyrant," he muttered.

Just then his cell phone vibrated several times continuously, and there was a new message coming in.

Batistuta unlocked the screen and saw a text message from the club management: We regret to inform you that due to your own negligence, you were late for training and failed to clean up the alcohol on your body in time. The head coach is very disappointed in you. We have unanimously decided to fine you 3 pounds for being late and 2 pounds for alcohol. This money will be deducted from your next month's salary. I hope you can remember this lesson.

Huh!
This was the first time in my life that I was fined by a club.

Strangely fresh.

Batty sneered and threw the phone back into his pocket.

Punish him.
It's your loss if you don't let me train.

"Look, is that Batistuta?" B Silva spotted Batistuta on the sidelines and nudged Rodri. "He looks amazing. It turns out there are people who can combine both 'great' and 'terrible' at the same time."

Most people noticed Batty and they looked at him. Batty didn't react too much and just waved to them.

I don’t know what nerve this touched De Bruyne, but his whole body tensed up instantly. Then he turned around and tackled B Silva with a slightly bigger move while trying to grab the ball.

Seat B: …
B: What did I do wrong?

This happened five or six times before the Portuguese midfielder finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran to the sidelines to find Batistuta during the break.

"Please, Batty, go apologize to Kevin." He put his hands together. "If you keep going like this, I'll be on the next injury list."

Batty raised his eyebrows at him in confusion: "Do you think he tackled you because of me?"

"What else?" B Silva squatted down and asked, "Ever since you insisted on mentioning the Real Madrid goalkeeper in front of his nose, he has been in a low mood."

"Is it possible..." Batty drawled, "It's because you're such a nasty person that everyone always beats you up. Like me, when I see you, I can't help but want to put my hands on your head."

Seat B: …

"What are you talking about." He kicked Batty in the shin.

Then I regretted it right after I finished playing.

"Wow! Oh! Bernardo, you are really good!" Batty's eyes widened. "You dare to challenge me. It seems that what they gave you is not enough - come, let me remind you of the taste of my fist!"

"Ah! Barty! Don't--"

B席 was grabbed by the collar and pressed to the ground. Batistuta used his strength to tell him and everyone around who was watching that even if he was punished and not allowed to participate in training, he was still the ruler of this training ground.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong! Dear King, please let me go!" B Seat stretched out his hands to resist and begged for mercy, "Bati, Batti, seriously, please, go and apologize to Kevin, please."

Batistuta withdrew his hand and looked down at the Portuguese midfielder.

In order to show that he was a good king who cared about his people, he agreed.

"I'll go talk to Kevin, but I've already tried on the day of the game. If he still refuses to talk to me this time, then there's nothing I can do. Please continue to endure it."

……

After the afternoon training, Batistuta arranged everything. He went to the parking lot in advance and waited, and then told all the car owners around not to interfere when De Bruyne passed by.

Soon, the target appeared.

"Kevin! Come here, I have something to say to you." Batistuta held the backpack on his shoulder with one hand and waved to De Bruyne, "I know you are not a stingy person, give me 5 minutes, no, 10 minutes, I will make sure you are satisfied!"

This statement was quite ambiguous, but Batistuta said it on purpose. He hoped that the Belgian midfielder would understand the other meaning of his words and flirt with him in return.

Everything was ready, but he missed one thing.

That was the backpack on his back. In fact, De Bruyne knew what would happen before he came to the parking lot. He was also prepared to welcome Batistuta's sweet apology. After he pretended to be awkward for a while, he could take the other party home naturally. At least until next weekend, he would belong to him.

But 10 seconds before they met, he saw Batistuta's backpack, no, to be precise, Neymar's backpack. The little bastard had no intention of hiding it from him. Neymar's personal logo was exposed on the side of the backpack, and there was a keychain on the zipper. He used his 0.8 vision to clearly see that it was an acrylic tag of the World Cup, with No. 10 printed on one side and No. 9 printed on the other.

The apology is so insincere.

De Bruyne felt heartbroken. Without even looking at Batistuta, he walked straight to the car, got in, slammed the door shut, and then did a beautiful drift to move the club away in front of Batistuta.

Seeing the other person's confused and slightly sad (really?) look in the rearview mirror, he finally felt his broken heart was pieced together a little.

"So, what did the Belgian say?" Neymar walked to Batistuta and asked knowingly.

"Kev was kind enough to treat me to car exhaust," Batty shrugged. "Maybe he's in his prime. Just like girls, there are a few days every month when he's unpredictable."

Neymar felt a little gloating, but he knew that for the sake of the club, he shouldn't think that way.

"Maybe you should wait." He cleared his throat and said, "Let him calm down for a few days. Don't worry, Batty. I don't like that guy, but I still have to admit that he is still professional."

This is all we can do.

Buddy rolled his eyes at the sky. Office romances were terrible. If he could do it again... Well, even if he could do it again, he would probably still mess with Kevin.

What a test, he thought.

……

After returning home in the evening, Batty shared what happened today with Qiaolin. He didn't know when he started to get used to doing this.

"This is unlike you, dear. You are too passive." She commented, "I have never seen you do this to keep someone. You should end it when you need to. No one should have a toxic relationship. You can't be sober when I say it, and then you are confused again. This is not right."

Ever since she broke up with her cheating ex-boyfriend, Qiaolin seemed to become pessimistic about all relationships. She believed that whether she got married or not, the ending would be a rush to the grave.

Batty thought what she said made sense.

——Then he decisively rejected her proposal.

You can't just stop with Kevin. Even if he could, Kevin wouldn't accept it. Last season was a good example. If he wants to cut off the relationship completely, one of them must transfer away or die.

What's more, he can't just stop. If Kevin brings it up again a few months later, or if there is a suitable opportunity, such as being alone together or something, he only has a 15% chance of being able to control himself.

After taking a shower, Batty dried his hair and climbed into bed.

He decided to try again tonight and call De Bruyne to have a chat. Maybe he could solve this problem without waiting until tomorrow.

but.

But he miscalculated again.

"Kevin, how dare you--" Looking at the long string of red call records on the screen and hearing the prompt tone of "the other party is busy" in his ears, Batty was stunned, "How dare you block me!!!"

Yes, De Bruyne blackmailed him.

Batistuta looked at his phone for a while and decisively added De Bruyne's number to the blacklist.

Humph.
Then just block them both.

At this moment, Batistuta's IG prompted him that he had received a new private message. It was not from his verified main account, but from a small account that not many people knew about and that he used to surf the Internet.

Who is it?
He clicked on the private message, and the sender made him freeze for 5 seconds.

Thibaut Courtois: Hey, Batistuta, I'm Real Madrid goalkeeper Courtois. I've been following you for a long time. Can you give me your number, I mean the private one?

Courtois?

hiss--

Batty reached out and pinched his lower lip. He felt as if a hand had grabbed his brain and was squeezing it hard.

He had just made Kevin angry, and the reason for his anger came to him and asked for his cell phone number with suggestive words. What was going on?
Perhaps there was a devil behind the scenes, Batty smiled and sent a smiling panda head.

Batty: Okay.

(End of this chapter)