[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Courtois was punched in the face.

It's not serious, no damage to the nose or other delicate parts.

He had expected this. The moment he decided to kiss Batty, he knew what the result would be. It wasn't that he wanted to be punched, but he didn't care about anything when he thought that the guy would be so angry that he went to heaven.

But damn, Kevin was such a ruthless guy.

"hiss--"

Courtois rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb, leaving a small amount of blood on his hand. It was definitely torn, and judging from the looks of it, it would turn purple in a few minutes.

This is the good thing about being a goalkeeper, he thought. Thanks to those forwards, he was familiar with all kinds of facial injuries.

When talking about injuries, we have to mention the Champions League. Courtois didn't remember how he fainted, nor did he remember the various treatments the team doctor gave him afterwards. He only remembered that an elf with light hair and blue eyes grabbed his head and called his name.

and so.

The decision that landed him a punch wasn't entirely down to his international midfielder.

At that moment, that's what he wanted to do.

Moving the timeline forward, back to before the outbreak of the epidemic, in that storage room at the Bernabeu Stadium, Courtois had already gotten what he wanted.

But over the past few months, whenever he thought back to that day, he couldn't remember the smell of Batty.

He means--

Desire and emotion are two different things.

Just as kissing and sex cannot be confused.

Or conversely, the same is true.

Courtois wanted to take a kiss from Batistuta. Yes, he thought so and did it. As Batistuta said, he was too old to watch Disney fairy tales, but sometimes things are so wonderful. Of course, it may not be, but in any case, he always has to try to make sure.

anyway.

Courtois changed his posture and got up from the ground. He stared at the door of Batistuta's house and thought, he had said almost no truth here today, but he lied in the only sentence.

Which sentence is it?

Yes--

"Oh, damn!" The Real Madrid goalkeeper cursed subconsciously. He turned his head to look at the potted plants placed in front of Batistuta's house. That damn plant was growing sloppily around for some reason. Just now, one of the leaves scratched the corner of his eye.

Courtois kicks the turnbuckle.

The flowerpot was white, elongated in shape, and had a gold rim on the top.

The Real Madrid goalkeeper stared at it for a long time, always feeling that he saw some disgusting image from this thing. After a while, Courtois heard laughter coming from the house. He looked at the door, then looked at the flowerpot again, and finally he made another incredible decision.

Ten minutes later Courtois left Batistuta's apartment.

Take the plant with you.

Yes, he stole the plant.

……

On the other side, Qiao Lin finally finished shooting the material she needed. It was getting late, so she took a taxi home. It was rush hour, and the streets of Manchester were jammed with cars of all colors. Qiao Lin looked at the scene in front and behind through the car window and was glad that she didn't drive Batty's luxury car.

Seeing that she couldn't go back for a while, she opened her phone and planned to roughly edit the video first. At this moment, she saw the real-time news pop up suddenly. The news title almost made her eyes pop out.

Qiao Lin quickly clicked in.

[Surprise! Belgium holds a meeting? De Bruyne and Courtois went to Batistuta's house one after another. Half an hour later, Courtois left alone and took away a potted plant. Just 50 meters after he left Batistuta's house, he pulled over and smashed the potted plant next to the trash can. Then, when faced with questions from reporters, the Belgian goalkeeper left without saying a word] - The Sun

Qiaolin: ???
De Bruyne went to Batistuta's house? And bumped into Courtois?

Wait, why did Courtois leave again? Was it because he finished too quickly or was he kicked off the bed during the fight? Why did he also - uh, take a potted plant with him? Is there any special meaning behind it? And he smashed it in the trash can?
Qiao Lin looked at her phone and shrugged.

It doesn't sound real.

but--
Qiao Lin has experienced a lot in the past six months since coming to Manchester. Although this matter is illogical, it is still reasonable. If you put it on Courtois, plus Batistuta and De Bruyne, the chemical reaction suddenly makes sense.

Qiaolin cleared her mind.

Five minutes later, she opened a famous fan fiction website and started a group chat. She had to share this outrageous thing so that she could write a whole article according to her own ideas before Batty explained the whole process to her.

……

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Edmundo." Guardiola answered cautiously, fearing that he would accidentally make a mistake and anger this heavyweight.

"Don't be nervous, Pep, I just want to understand the situation. You've heard about Messi, and from what I know, it's a fact that he wants to leave Barcelona," the director said. "Many people hope he'll join Manchester City and work with you again. I want to hear your opinion."

"My point of view?"

"Correct."

"I can't say now. In my opinion, the possibility that Messi will choose to leave Barcelona is very small." Guardiola once again used the same words he used to deal with reporters and said, "It is very difficult to get Messi to transfer. I don't think it is the time to consider that given Yi Manyeng's current situation." A chuckle from the director came from the other end of the phone.

"Come on Pep, don't treat me as a media person," he said. "This is not complicated at all. Transfer? If everyone agrees on this transfer, it can be done quickly. Of course, I only play a role in pushing it behind the scenes."

"——What does it mean?"

"It means that the Argentine player can go to Manchester City if I want," Edmundo said. "The focus of this matter is you."

"In me," Guardiola repeated.

"Yes." The director made the transfer worth hundreds of millions of dollars sound as easy as buying a lollipop on the street. "I need to know if Messi went to Manchester City, would you change Batistuta's core position because of him?"

Guardiola felt like his throat was choked.

How can he tell the big shots on the opposite side that football is not that simple? Putting aside personal influence and other private matters, and only talking about his role on the field, Batistuta is far from being a core player for the team now.

"I heard that Manchester City is a multi-core team. Messi can play in the midfield to solve the midfield transmission problem, because Messi's long passes, dribbling and penetration can directly threaten the penalty area. When the opponent is weak, he can play as a striker and score goals. When the opponent is strong, he can retreat to the midfield." Edmundo said, "They said that you are committed to tactical design. If you have Messi, you can deal with other teams more flexibly. So, in this case, can you still guarantee the tactical position of my godson?"

That's right, Guardiola thought, the person on the other side who could say such a thing must have more than just a simple understanding, but this might involve more.

"Pep." The director spoke again, "What is your answer——"

……

"Buddy, Buddy?"

Batistuta was shaken awake, he opened his eyes drowsily, turned his head and found that the movie on the screen had ended, he blinked and sat up from De Bruyne's lap, he had some popcorn on him, which was already cold, and some cheese crumbs, De Bruyne reached out to help him get them off.

"How long have I slept?" he asked.

"It doesn't take long," De Bruyne said. "It's only the length of a movie."

Batty rolled his eyes at him.

"This is all your fault. You picked such a boring movie." He complained and jumped off the sofa, stretching his shoulders to wake himself up. "What time is it?"

"It's almost 6 o'clock." De Bruyne looked at the time on his mobile phone. Suddenly he saw some message and he stopped.

Batty noticed his unusualness and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." De Bruyne quickly swiped away the message and turned the screen of his phone black, trying to appear natural. But unfortunately, his movements were as if he was afraid that no one would see what he was hiding.

"Don't hide it, I saw it all." Batistuta patted himself, yawned and threw himself into De Bruyne's arms, then he reached out to grab his phone, "Let me see what you saw."

"Nothing, really. I'm not lying to you." De Bruyne said as he raised his phone and put it back. Batistuta looked at him without any intimidation, then reached out to grab it. De Bruyne didn't let him. He used his other hand to hold Batistuta's head from behind to prevent him from reaching out and hooking it. "It's just rubbish news. There's nothing interesting to see."

"Do not believe."

"real."

"Then let me see."

"No."

"let me see!"

The two started to fight on the sofa, and the target gradually shifted from mobile phones and "secrets" at the beginning to "fighting". Batistuta tried to grab De Bruyne's wrist and press him on the sofa, and De Bruyne also tried to use his arms to block Batistuta and put him on the sofa cushions.

As they were arguing, the two of them rolled over and fell on the carpet.

Batistuta was faster. He turned over and straddled De Bruyne, panting. He pressed his knee against his waist to prevent him from moving. Then he grabbed the remote control and pretended it was a dagger against De Bruyne's throat.

"Ha! I won!" Batty raised his head proudly, "You lost to the almighty King Batty!"

"Never!"

De Bruyne raised his leg to attack, and at that moment, his mobile phone fell down along with the pillow, landing right in front of Batistuta.

The screen lit up, and Batistuta finally saw the secret hidden by De Bruyne.

"…Shock! A meeting in Belgium? De Bruyne and Courtois went to Batistuta's house one after another—what's going on? Damn, The Sun took a picture of it?" Batistuta read out the headlines on the screen, "And what about Courtois? He took my plants?"

Batty turned over and went to check the door.

"Wait, Batistuta." De Bruyne stopped him.

"Don't - even if the grass was brought by Loach's vegetarian ex-girlfriend, it doesn't mean he can steal it at will!" Batty stroked his hair. He was a little upset now. "...puta." He cursed in a low voice, "I really should change the guards. They are like a few potatoes. They can't help at all!"

De Bruyne stood up and sat back on the sofa. He pulled Batistuta's arm and asked him to sit down as well. "Think about it from another perspective, this is also a good thing," De Bruyne said.

"You're crazy!" Batty looked at him with wide eyes. "How can this be a good thing? Even with my knees I can't believe it!"

"Well..." De Bruyne shrugged. "If they take a picture of that guy with a bruise on his face, it would at least mean we've reconciled, right?"

(End of this chapter)