[Ding Ding scored the winning goal, the captain celebrated wildly, Manchester City reversed Real Madrid and entered the final]

Batty looked at the news on his phone with satisfaction, lowered his head to blew the bubbles that had accumulated on his chest, and pinched the little yellow duck floating on the water.

He is currently undergoing physical therapy at a famous private rehabilitation center in Manchester. After the lore against Real Madrid, he indulged himself too much, so Guardiola and his team jointly signed him up for this.

Although it is a rehabilitation center, it feels more like a resort. At least before the therapists start working, Batistuta can comfortably enjoy the large bathtub with massage and the best champagne, which is better than some high-star hotels.

"Oh, baby, you look like a lady." Qiao Lin walked in and teased. She pointed at the bubbles and said, "Put them on your head, and you will turn from a lady into a chief justice."

Batty did so, and then pinched his throat and made a gesture: "Defendant, please stand up. After the unanimous decision of the jury and myself, I hereby declare you - not guilty!"

After that, he dramatically pinched the little yellow duck to act as the gavel in the hands of the judges in the court. Qiao Lin cooperated very well and covered her chest with her hands to fan herself, pretending to be so excited that she was about to faint.

Soon, the shower was over, and the two stopped to look at each other and laughed. For a time, the staff of the rehabilitation center were afraid that something had happened here, and they came to check on them many times.

"Okay, okay, let's get back to the point." Qiao Lin sat down by the bathtub. "On the day you made a comeback and entered the final, I saw De Bruyne holding you and circling the court to celebrate. Tell me you did it on purpose, deliberately going in front of Courtois, right?"

"Of course I did it on purpose." Batty used his wet hands to splash water on Qiaolin's face. "You were there when he called me that day. You heard what he told me."

"I'm just confirming." Qiao Lindo dodged the water and took his little yellow duck. "After all, it's been a long time since I saw those who support CP and those who watch the game discussing the same thing in such a high degree of unity. Do you know how you and De Bruyne's crazy hugging and celebrating in front of Courtois made the hot search list in so many countries?"

Batty snorted coldly: "That bastard deserved it. I love the look on his face when he was mad at us after he failed. The whole world should see it."

"Yeah, everyone in the forum is laughing at him." Qiao Lin raised an eyebrow at Batistuta. "There was a camera that took a photo of you two in the same frame. On the left, you and De Bruyne are celebrating passionately, and on the right, Courtois is kneeling on the ground and collapsing. It's heaven and hell. It can be called a world-famous painting."

"But that's not the best." Batty was aroused by Qiao Lin. He carefully moved his body and lay down beside the bathtub. "Do you know what the best thing is?"

"what?"

"That night, I asked Kevin to take me to his house, and we fulfilled Courtois's words on the carpet in the living room." Batistuta nodded, smiling like a cat basking in the sun. "I asked him to hold my injured ankle and put it on his shoulder. In the end, his name was the only one in my mind."

Qiaolin:!
She let out a short scream and immediately took note of it on her phone.

"You two are so good at this! Really, I'm going to rebel!" Qiao Lin screamed, "You two are so suitable for each other, please make him your principal wife!!"

Batty's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't ask what the "first wife" meant for the time being. He took out some bubbles and threw them at his friend: "It's not over yet. Do you want me to tell you the highlights of that night?"

“And the best part!”

"Yeah, without it, that night would have been just good sex at best, but with it, everything became amazing."

Qiao Lin made an ear-pulling motion: "Come on! I'm ready!"

"When I asked Kevin to start -" Batty leaned close to his friend, dragging out the ending sound, like a wizard telling a story to bewitch people, "At that time, I was also on the phone with Thibaut Courtois."

Qiaolin: ! !

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Her scream became long and drawn out, and her expression was like the famous oil painting “The Scream”. “I told you guys you’re really good at it! What is official homosexuality? This is official homosexuality!”

Barty cleared his throat and made a downward gesture to indicate that it was nothing.

"We talked on the phone for two hours and recorded it," he added.

Qiaolin: !!!
"——Oh my God." This time her voice turned into that of a suffocating zombie, as if she was about to pass out. She held Batistuta's hand tightly and said seriously: "Listen to me, Batistuta, get married! I want to see you and De Bruyne get married!"

Barty smiled.

"You can't get married," he said, "but you can have a wedding dress."

Qiao Lin, dead.

……

After chatting about sexual fetishes for a while (most of the time it was Buddy talking and Qiaolin screaming), Qiaolin's cell phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, her expression immediately became strange.

"I'm going to go out and answer the phone." She stood up and said.

Not right.

Batty narrowed his eyes and studied his friend.

If the caller was Loach or someone they all knew, they would definitely not react like this. However, Qiao Lin almost never avoided him when answering the phone, and there was a rather strange shy expression on her face at this moment.

"Oh my, is there someone sitting on the tree (a reference to 'The Fault in Our Stars')?" Batty teased in an ambiguous tone.

Qiao Lin froze instantly.

"Go away." She waved her hand. "There's nothing. Don't talk nonsense."

"Don't be shy, bring it here so I can take a look." Batty blew bubbles and said, "I want to help you, Qiao Qiao, what if you meet a scumbag again like last time?"

Qiao Lin didn't respond to him. After showing him two middle fingers, she left the room. Batty lay back in the bathtub humming a song with a meaningful smile on his face. Qiao Lin's expression just now made him feel happy for at least the next three days.

A few minutes later.

Just as Batty was pinching the little yellow duck and the bath ball to simulate their battle, the door was pushed open. He never expected that it would be anyone other than Qiaolin.

"Is the phone flirting over?" he teased, "That guy is not coming to me because he is jealous of you - uh, why is it you?" Seeing that 'Qiao Lin' did not respond, Batty turned his head to look over.

As a result, he happened to meet Augustus' playful eyes.

The little yellow duck and the bath ball stopped in mid-air.

"Go on." Augustus raised his chin to signal, his eyes full of laughter. He took his hands out of his pockets and imitated Batty's actions just now. "Swish - Boom! Go on, I really want to know who will win between Rubber Duck and Bubble Ball."

Batty: ...

The Manchester City king tightened his face, then threw the yellow duck and the bath ball away.

"It's none of your business who wins." Being seen as childish by the guy he hates made Batty very upset, and his tone became very aggressive, "Jesus, how come I run into you when I come here for physical therapy? Get out of here, this is my room."

"But Batty." Augustus not only did not leave but took a few steps forward. He said innocently, "I have shares in this rehabilitation center. As a shareholder, why can't I come to inspect the performance?"

Batty made an irritable 'beep' sound.

"Whether you are a shareholder here or not has nothing to do with me." He scolded, "Does having shares give you the right to enter and leave customers' rooms at will? Then can I also go to Zuckerberg's house for a visit?"

"Obviously, no." Augustus answered the question unexpectedly.

"What else is there to say?" Batty sneered and raised the corner of his mouth, "Get out of my sight."

"Don't be so defensive, Barty." Augustus raised his hand to show that he was harmless. "Even though your foot is still injured and you're lying in the bathtub without clothes, I swear to God I won't do anything to you."

doing what?
What can he do? What does he want to do?
"Do you think I'm afraid that you will hurt me or violate me? No, I can pin you to the ground with one hand." Barty chuckled disdainfully, then relaxed his body, climbed the edge of the bathtub and put his knees on it, "I'm not afraid of you, what do you want?"

Augustus paused.

"Today is May 5th," he said. "Manchester United topped the Premier League three rounds ahead of schedule. Last week, Manchester United beat Chelsea and won the FA Cup. Earlier this year, Manchester United also won the League Cup."

Yes, this season Manchester United returned to the top, setting a new record after Sir Alex Ferguson retired, winning the domestic triple crown. At the same time, they also met Manchester City in the final. If they can win this derby, they will get the first four crowns in the team's history.

Batti knew all this, but he didn't understand why Augustus told him this.

"So what?" asked the Manchester City king contemptuously.

"So." Augustus came to the bathtub. Batty looked up at him and heard him say in a pleading tone: "I want a reward."

This made Batty laugh.

"Manchester United won the domestic treble, why are you looking for a reward from me, the captain of Manchester City?" He said sarcastically with his head tilted.

"No, I'm here to ask Batistuta for a reward," Augustus said, "not the Manchester City captain."

"Then -" Batty was not as resistant as he was at the beginning. He felt the fun. After the serious competition, especially in the last two seasons, although it was still crazy, he no longer felt that the man in front of him was unbearable. "What can the Manchester City captain not give you that Batty will not give you?"

"A lot." Augustus said softly. He reached out and gently stroked the back of Barty's hand, which was hitting the edge of the bathtub. "I will treasure anything you give me."

"That makes sense." Batty didn't take his hand back. He changed his position to lie more comfortably, then raised his hand to signal. Augustus cooperated and kissed his hand, as if he was really meeting the king.

"Tell me." The generous king was merciful. "What do you want? I can allow you to touch me within range, but you cannot--"

"No, I don't want that." Augustus rejected Batty's proposal.

Such integrity was abnormal and immediately aroused the king's vigilance.

"So what do you want?" Batty asked, pulling his hand back.

The red-haired Frenchman smiled and came to the other end of the bathtub, squatted down, lifted up his injured right foot, and gently checked the plaster splint there.

"If I remember correctly, you were about to tear it down," he said.

"Pretty much," Batty replied. "Just these two days."

"I heard you're going to get all the names on this tattooed on your body after the finals," Augustus said again. "Is that true?"

"Of course." Batty didn't understand what this meant. "Why, you want it too?"

"Yes," he said. "Very much."

"All the names of Manchester City players are on it," Batistuta said, looking at the plaster. "I never let anyone other than my teammates sign it."

"Really?" Augustus said as he took out a marker pen from his pocket. He opened the cap and quietly paid attention to Batty's attitude. What made him crazy was that Batty didn't show any rejection on his face.

He signed it.

The red cursive characters are as eye-catching as he himself.

He said, “Now I am the only one.”

(End of this chapter)

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