[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"Kevin De Bruyne is a joke! He used a clown to scare me as a Halloween prank. Is he serious? God, I can't believe I was still thinking of giving him a chance!"

Batistuta sat on the floor and changed his shoes, complaining about how unreasonable De Bruyne was. After he put on his boots, he suddenly remembered that he was going to the Children's Hospital to do charity work today, so he took off his patent leather boots and changed into a pair of sports-style sneakers.

"Yeah, it's not nice for him to do that, but you have to understand one thing, Buddy baby, he didn't know you would be scared and stressed, so it's not entirely his fault." said Jolene, who was sitting on a chair not far away, happily eating a large bucket of ice cream in her arms.

"That's his fault," Batty said firmly. He stood up, crossed his arms and looked at his friend. "He knows I hate clowns, but he still did it. What does that mean? It means he doesn't take me seriously at all, so I shouldn't take him seriously either."

"——I still think you're overreacting, dear." Qiao Lin bit the spoon and said, "If he didn't care about you, he wouldn't have arranged that prank. From my limited contact with him, I can conclude that this guy is even more arrogant than you."

"Kevin? Arrogant?" Batty repeated the two words. "Don't be ridiculous."

"It's true." Qiao Lin shrugged. "He's different from your arrogance. He's the kind of person who knows he's strong and firmly believes he can achieve his goals and get what he wants. It's not obvious, and it's not too hard for people to accept, but you can see it everywhere in daily life."
"Just wait, he will feel very guilty about your stress and will definitely come to apologize to you," she added.

Batty is skeptical.

"Whatever, don't try to change my mind. I'm done with him." He put on his coat and walked to the door. "I just like the way I do it with him, not him, understand? If I want to rape someone, I can find anyone, such as Luki downstairs. Kevin De Bruyne is not irreplaceable."

After saying that, Batty waved his hand and left the room in a cool manner.

Qiao Lin pursed her lips, scooped another big spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, lowered her head, and laughed out loud as she savored the taste.

"Oh, tougher than a duck."

……

Batistuta's charity event was not for Manchester City but for himself. For modern football stars, it is also important to build a personal image and reputation. When Christmas is approaching, the club will organize other activities, such as giving surprises to senior fans and visiting young fans who are sick and hospitalized and cannot go home for Christmas.

After leaving Manchester Children's Hospital, Batty asked Niqiu to go back first, and he drove around the city to relax. While driving, he came across the famous ice cream truck. Thinking of how happy Qiaolin was eating before leaving, Batty licked his gums, stopped the car and bought some ice cream.

It's not a big problem. At most, he can take a few more vitamins and do a few more sets of training on training days. A little bit of cream and fat will not affect his career.

Next to the ice cream truck, Batistuta met the French winger who had just transferred to Manchester United this summer. There was a little girl sitting on his shoulders, and next to him was a boy who looked 7% or 8% like him.

"Kylian Mbappe? What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here." He raised his chin as a greeting and crossed his arms without any intention of shaking hands.

Mbappe was defensive for a moment when he saw Batistuta, but then he returned to normal: "It's a coincidence. I didn't expect to see you here, Batistuta, but Manchester is not big."

"Come out to play with the kids?"

"I guess so - this is my brother Etang, and above is my niece Lana." Mbappe jumped twice, and the girl on his shoulder smiled and waved at Batistuta, "They always like to eat these unhealthy snacks, and they cry if I don't give them. What can I do, what about you?"

Ok?
Is this a hint that he doesn't eat healthily?
"I can't help it. My body tells me it wants this, and it will go on strike if I don't give it to you." Barty raised his eyebrows and jokingly responded, "They help with daily training. Maybe you should try it too."

Mbappe smiled and changed the subject naturally. Batistuta also responded with a smile. If passers-by saw it, they would definitely think it was just a chat between friends.

"Anyway, welcome to Manchester." Batty's ice cream was ready, and he picked up a piece of marshmallow and put it in his mouth. "I believe you will feel the enthusiasm from the other half of the district soon."

Mbappe knows this is talking about the derby.

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to it." He looked into Batistuta's eyes. "I can't wait to push Manchester City out of the Champions League. It will be exciting then."

Batistuta almost wanted to throw the ice cream in Mbappe's face.

But he held back.

"Who says it won't be?" Barty said. "It will be, for sure. It will be very exciting."

……

Batistuta's mind was briefly filled with Mbappé for a quarter of an hour. He drove home and when he entered the door, the guard told him that De Bruyne had been there and left something for him. Batistuta took the medium-sized cardboard box and his mind was filled with thoughts of a certain Belgian midfielder again.

"What is this?" he asked.

"I don't know." The guard shrugged and said, "The guy just came over, handed me the box, and asked me to make sure to deliver it to you, and then turned around and walked away. I didn't even have the chance to ask what it was."

Batty thanked the guard, put the box on the passenger seat and drove back to the garage.

What could it be?
Apology gift?
Could it be that what Qiao Lin said was right?
When he opened the box and saw what was inside, an unprecedented anger swept through his entire chest.

"Kevin! You bastard!!!! How dare you!!!"

The box contained things that Batistuta had used and left at De Bruyne's house, such as key cards, earrings, wristbands, hats, shirts, as well as the sexy handcuffs, leather straps, diamond-studded chokers, openers, and various animal ears and tails that they had enjoyed together.

What disappointed Batty the most was that the bouquet of white roses he had given to the other party not long ago was also in the box. Of course, they were almost dry, just like their relationship, which was about to come to an end.

Anger made his heart beat faster.

Batty began to dislike everything. He cursed and raised his hand to overturn the box. All the things were scattered in the car like hail. A pair of black cat-ear hairpins he had used fell into his arms.

Black.
Cat.

jam!

Batistuta thought of the little black cat that De Bruyne inherited from his deceased neighbor. He liked him so much that every time he went to the cat, the cat would circle around him in a cute way, rub his trouser legs with its little head, and make comfortable 'purring' sounds when he rubbed its belly.

With his separation from De Bruyne, none of that will happen anymore.

No! He won't allow this to happen!

Batty slammed the steering wheel of the car. Kevin, Kevin, he thought, if you are going to throw all my things back to me, then it stands to reason that the cat should be in the box too!
Humph.

The Manchester City king cracked his knuckles.

He decided to steal the cat back tonight.

……

Kevin De Bruyne isn't sure he's doing the right thing.
He means--

It was true that he did something wrong in the incident with the Joker, but his original intention was not to stress Batty out. He had no idea there would be such consequences. After the incident, he admitted his mistake and was willing to let Batty beat him as he pleased (without saying it explicitly), but what did Batty do?

He said they were done.

These words were like an echo. No matter how many people tried to comfort him or give him advice, Batty's voice kept playing in his mind.

Every time he heard it, he felt like his heart was about to break.

De Bruyne didn't want to endure this anymore, so he packed up everything that would remind him of Batistuta and returned it. And now.
Now he is in a stage where he regrets but not completely regrets.

After taking a shower and lying on the bed, the Belgian midfielder firmly believed that he could sort out a good solution from his messy thoughts. It was the same last time he quarreled with Batistuta because of Neymar. They were on the verge of ending the conflict, but finally found a suitable way to resolve the conflict.

Or--
Batty paid a small price to make him choose compromise.

Someone has to compromise.

The bastard Batistuta wouldn't do that. De Bruyne didn't mind compromising again, but he thought that he should give Batistuta more and bigger lessons to make him understand that his compromise was not without reason.

Just like those online games, the bosses become more difficult to deal with in the later levels. Batty is the player who wants to pass the level, and he is the boss.

De Bruyne fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, Batty turned into a brave man. In order to bring the princess home, people kept swinging weapons at him. He tried his best to dodge, but when he saw that he could not resist, he turned into a tornado and returned to the castle. The princess was sitting on the ground crying weakly.

He suddenly wanted to see the princess's face.

And just as the princess turned her head——

The sound of the house alarm pulled De Bruyne straight out of his dream.

"What the hell!"

The Belgian midfielder's heart was pounding. He grabbed the baseball bat from the cabinet and walked downstairs carefully. The alarm was still ringing. It was installed when he moved in. The door, window and safe would trigger the alarm if any of them were touched by anyone other than him.

"God, someone please make this noise stop!!"

Amid the alarms, De Bruyne heard a familiar voice, but he wasn't sure, so he clenched his baseball bat and temporarily turned off the alarm.

'call--'

He prepared himself, took a deep breath, and jumped out from the corner.

I saw a familiar butt at the window. The owner of that butt was stuck at the waist by the mechanism set up by the security company on the window, and was twisting and struggling to try to get free.

"Bati?" De Bruyne put down the baseball bat. "What are you doing in my house--"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed a strange cat bag dropped by the window. Jam was being put inside. The little guy didn't seem to be unwell. After seeing De Bruyne, he meowed happily a few times.

De Bruyne: …

Is he going to steal the jam?

"For God's sake! Raise the damn window!" Batty, who was discovered, showed no shame at all. He raised his voice and cursed, "What did you install in your house? A medieval guillotine?"

De Bruyne did not answer.

In fact, he was trying not to laugh out loud.

Batista, the Brazilian genius, the king of Manchester City, the most watched football star of the new generation, is now fixed between the window frame and the railing like a pitiful thief, with his upper body above the waist outside and his lower body below the waist inside, his two legs almost hanging in the air, constantly kicking everywhere to try to use the force to break free.

What a beautiful picture, De Bruyne thought.

"Are you deaf? Get this thing up there!" Batty continued, not realizing at all that he was an intruder.

"What are you doing?" De Bruyne was not in a hurry. He walked over, opened the cat bag, and took the cat out of it. "Are you going to take the jam away from me?"

"Yes!" Barty sounded angry, "You packed all my things for me, but the most important thing is missing: my cat!"

“It’s my cat.”

"He won't be happy with you!"

"I think he's quite happy." De Bruyne curled his lips and kicked Batty's butt. "I was expecting you to apologize. Forget it, just stay there. This action suits you very well."

Batty screamed, "How dare you kick me!"

“Why not, this is my home.” De Bruyne snorted, “By the way, my home alarm is connected to the security company and the police station, and - in about 8 or 9 minutes, the police will surround this place, you’d better think about how to explain to the police why you broke into my house so late at night.”

"What!!" Batty was furious. "I didn't break in! I came here to get my stuff!"

Ok.
You're just being stubborn, right?

"Then you stay here."

Taking a last look at the beautiful twisting butt, De Bruyne raised his chin, put on a victorious attitude, and went upstairs with the jam in his arms.

Don't you see who holds the initiative now?

"Wait!" The footsteps gradually faded away, and Batty began to panic. He didn't like the feeling of being suspended in the air, it made him feel insecure.

De Bruyne paused.

"I'm going to make a cup of tea now, and maybe some puddings for a midnight snack." He said deliberately, "Last chance, have you changed your mind?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Batty's throat moved, but he still didn't let go. "Jam should come back with me. I'm better suited to take care of him than you."

Oh.
The last chance is gone.

"Okay." De Bruyne shrugged. "That's it. See you when the police come."

"Hey! Come back, come back, come back...Kevin you--"

……

The next morning, The Sun reported a bombshell news that shocked the whole of Britain and even the entire football world.

[Manchester City captain broke into his teammate's house at night to steal a cat and triggered an alarm. He has now been detained by Manchester police]

Guardiola is sorting out information and considering the current personnel configuration to play against Manchester United: …

(End of this chapter)