[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Guardiola's voice woke De Bruyne up instantly, but the person being called didn't seem to be disturbed at all and was still actively entangled with his tongue.

"Bati... Pep is coming." The Belgian midfielder whispered, "He won't be happy to see--"

"What are you afraid of? If he sees it, let him see it." Batty didn't care much about it. He rubbed De Bruyne's nose and twisted his lower lip with his thumb. "This is your only chance tonight. Do you still want to give up?"

De Bruyne looked down into Batistuta's oceanic eyes, which were gleaming with mischief.

Well, he knew that the little bastard would not miss any opportunity to tease him.

If he was not sure whether Batty understood his thoughts before today, now he is sure that Batty knows everything.

"Bati? Batty—strange, I clearly saw him here."

Guardiola's voice was getting closer, but Batistuta still had no intention of letting go. In his opinion, this was his party and he could have fun however he wanted. De Bruyne did make him angry, but from the moment he decided to give him a kiss as he wished, the initiative was in his hands.

It is Barty who chooses the posture, strength and even when to stop.

He will decide how to play next based on the other person's reaction, such as breathing, rhythm, and the degree of a certain part.

When Guardiola showed up, the game became more interesting.

But unfortunately, De Bruyne backed off. The Belgian midfielder pursed his lips and pushed Batistuta away, avoiding his gaze and reaching out to straighten the boy's collar.

He didn't dare to continue playing.

What a pity, Batistuta thought, if De Bruyne was braver, he might change his mind about him and reward him with something else.

"Boring."

Batistuta grabbed De Bruyne's collar and made him lower his head, then quickly bit his lower lip. Before De Bruyne could react, Batistuta pushed him back against the window frame with his backhand.

Raising his chin and clapping his hands, Batistuta raised his voice to remind the coach outside: "Pep! I'm here!"

The Belgian midfielder was visibly panicking.

‘Shua——’

The curtains were drawn and Guardiola poked his head in, carrying a plate with some snacks. After seeing what was behind the curtains, he was stunned.

"What are you doing here, Batty?" The head coach looked around suspiciously at the two men. He asked, "And Kevin, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." Batty replied lazily, "Kevin wanted to show me his luminous watch."

Luminous watch?

Guardiola gave Batistuta a look of disbelief.

"Do you think I was never young?" He smiled helplessly. "But that's true. I didn't have so many new and interesting things back then. Kevin, is this what you gave Batty for his 18th birthday?"

Kevin De Bruyne regained some of his senses and picked up the gift box from the side.

"This is the gift I prepared." He moved his lips awkwardly and said, "It didn't cost much, but it's very memorable."

Guardiola: "What is it? Open it."

Tsk, Batistuta quietly rolled his eyes at the Belgian midfielder, and then under the expectant eyes of the coach, you pulled the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a football inside.

Batistuta recognized it immediately; it was a replica of the ball from the 2002 World Cup.

but--

This is a size 3 soccer ball. (The smallest official ball, suitable for 8-year-old age group matches)
"Why did you give me a kid's ball?" Batty tumbled the ball in his hands. "I've been using the same ball as adults since I was 5."

"I bought this with the bonus I won when I first joined the first team at the age of 17. It was the first considerable amount of money I could spend on my own. But this money plus my pocket money was not enough to buy the replica No. 5 ball (adult version), so I had to buy a smaller one." De Bruyne smiled and said, "This was the first time I knew I loved football so much, and you are just like football. I... What I want to say is that I hope you will never forget the sincerity of playing football in the beginning."

Under Guardiola's gaze, De Bruyne had to force a detour and use a normal statement that could express his feelings for his teammates.

"That's so sweet, thank you." Batistuta seemed completely unaware of the meaning of the half sentence before he changed his words. He hugged De Bruyne with the ball.

The DJ changed the song again, and listening to the drum beats, Batistuta remembered that there seemed to be a lost soul who was forgotten in the corner. So he took two steps to the outside of the curtain and waved to De Bruyne and Guardiola.

"I still have something to talk about."

After saying that, he went straight to the bar, picked up his favorite cocktail, and walked through the crowd to find Neymar.

There is still a story to be told.

Seeing Batistuta leave, De Bruyne suppressed his inner complexities and said goodbye to Guardiola, preparing to end the party early and go home. However, before he could walk out of the curtain, the head coach took off his amiable appearance, frowned, grabbed his collar and threw him against the window.

"Don't think you can get away with it, kid. I know exactly what happened before I came in!"

De Bruyne subconsciously opened his eyes wide, then reached out to touch the corner of his mouth. Guardiola glanced at his little movement and frowned even more tightly.

"How long have you been thinking about this? Let me ask you, Batistuta just turned 18 today. You are teammates. Do you know what you are doing?" Guardiola asked. "He is still a child. Maybe he has experienced more than the average person and understands those things, but you, you are eight years older than him. You are an adult."

De Bruyne leaned there, head down, saying nothing.

"... Cut off those thoughts in your mind as soon as possible. He is just like this. He will not respond to any of your feelings." Guardiola sighed and took a deep breath. "You are one of the most creative midfielders I have ever seen. Don't get caught up in it. You will ruin your career."

De Bruyne steadied himself and stood up, then straightened his collar. "I... can't control it," he whispered.

"Then find a way to control it." Guardiola said firmly, "I can't stop Batistuta from emitting his damn charm, but at least I can stop you boys from getting deeper and deeper."

De Bruyne was silent for a long time and then nodded.

Guardiola didn't mean to scold him. He patted his head, said a few words of comfort, and left behind the curtain with his plate. As soon as he left, De Bruyne couldn't hold on any longer and sat on the ground. He picked up the gift box that had just been opened, stared at it for a few seconds, and then threw it away in frustration.

To be honest, it's not like he hadn't thought about the risks, but he just...

It's really tough.

There was a time when he had dreams at night, and in his dreams, all he had was Barty looking at him with those blue eyes, straddling him, and kissing the corner of his mouth as he moved. He didn't want much, as long as those eyes always looked at him, and only looked at him, that was enough.

Is this greedy?
Damn it.

Just then, someone else came to the curtain.

"Hey, Kevin, are you okay? I just saw the coach storming out of here." Jesus walked in and handed his plate to De Bruyne. "Don't think about it. Eat something. The sir must have his reasons."

Jesus thought Guardiola had just scolded De Bruyne behind the curtains. As a main striker who has just established himself, he is now keen to build a good relationship with everyone. After all, it is uncertain when his next chance will come after Aguero returns from injury.

De Bruyne hesitated for a moment and took a mini burger from his plate. "Thank you."

Jesus waved his hand and sat down next to him. "Can I ask you what Guardiola just scolded you about?" he said. "Maybe I can give you some advice or something."

Yes, you can ask Jesus.

De Bruyne thought that they transferred to Manchester City together, and before that was the Olympics. Jesus and Batistuta were teammates in the national team. Even if they had never lived together, they should know a lot of news (stories) about each other.

He nodded.

"Pep told me about Batistuta and the party, that's all." The Belgian midfielder replied vaguely, and then quickly changed the subject, "Have you heard anything about Batistuta in the national team before, anything interesting, anything fun?"

Jesus was stunned for a moment, "I've heard some of it." He patted the crumbs on his hands, put on a posture of telling a story, then looked around, and after making sure that there was no one else around, he spoke mysteriously to De Bruyne, "I tell you, Batistuta is the best at lying."

……

"So, the director of Paris Saint-Germain thought you were treated unfairly at Barcelona, ​​and then brainwashed your father with this idea," Batistuta concluded, licking the alcohol off his upper lip and looking at the half-empty cocktail in his hand. "So what do you think?"

"I-I like my life now." Neymar said with his head down. He held the cocktail that Batistuta had handed him before. There were still so many, but he didn't touch it. "They said, in the 6-1 game, I tried my best, and then we won, everyone was happy, but after a while I found that everyone seemed to only see Leo."

Batistuta raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean you can only see Messi?"

"News reports, media videos, everything about how important Leo was in this match, they were posting pictures of his celebration everywhere," Neymar said. "And you, you put him on your screensaver."

Barty blinked.

Why did the topic come back to him?

And about this, is Neymar still kept in the dark?

Batistuta cleared his throat, then pulled out his phone from his pocket and threw it into Neymar's arms. "That's Kun's phone. I've never changed my screen saver." He raised his chin and said, "And what you said, all the media are talking about Messi's contribution, but all I see are praises for you. Are you sure this is what you think, and not the result of your father brainwashing you?"

"Really? You didn't lie to me? That's really not your phone?" Neymar held Batistuta's phone and looked at it back and forth, "Did you change the screen saver back because you saw I was angry?"

He seemed not to have heard the second sentence at all. Batistuta rolled his eyes at the ceiling, then stood up, walked around Neymar, and opened the gallery for him to look through. There was no photo of Messi in it. To be more precise, there was not a single photo taken by the media. They were all taken by him casually.

For example, Aguero dancing in the locker room, Sane sleeping in the car, and Guardiola breathing sweet air through a megaphone.

Batistuta's finger slid the screen and continued to scroll down. Neymar's attention was suddenly not there. His mind was filled with how thin and long these fingers were, as delicate as their owner.

and--

Good for holding something.

"Hey, are you watching carefully?"

Batistuta's impatient voice woke up Neymar, who almost had the wrong idea. The Barcelona star smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly, his eyes fixed, because just now, he found a familiar photo in Batistuta's mobile phone album.

"Stop!" Neymar held Batistuta's hand. "Turn it back. What is that?"

He clearly saw himself in it, although it only appeared for a moment before being crossed out, but Neymar was sure that the background was the bus they took during the Olympics.

Batty actually took a secret photo of him!
"It's you. I took a picture of you. What's wrong? It's no big deal." Batistuta was a little uncomfortable. He bared his teeth at Neymar and then forcibly took back the phone. "I have taken pictures of many people. I should say that everyone has left footprints in my album."

This lovely behavior immediately drove away the haze hanging over Neymar's head.

(Neymar: He took pictures of me, he had me in his heart.)
"Since it's me, let me see."

"…That's my phone, I won't give it to you."

"Ha! Maybe you have other private stuff saved there, so you don't want me to see it."

"Yes, I saved my nude photos. Why, do you want to see them?"

Neymar was choked back. He didn't expect Batistuta to directly admit this (which would most likely be false). In this case, no matter how he answered, it would be wrong.

Although, if there really were any nude photos, he would be happy to take a look at them.

Of course they had been frank in the shower room at the stadium, but that was with a lot of people and the nature was completely different.

The two men's fight soon attracted attention. Pique, who was drinking for fun at the table, put down his glass, wiped the wine on his clothes, then patted Augustus on the shoulder and motioned him to look to the corner.

"he came."

The two men looked at each other, jumped off the table one after another, and then quickly passed through the crowd and surrounded Batty.

"As the protagonist of the party, you've been gone for long enough!" Pique hooked his arm around Batistuta's neck, hiccuping and laughing, "Come on, baby, now we have all the players!"

Neymar was angry that they interrupted his time alone with Batistuta, when he heard Augustus cheering and saying:

"Yeah! Pass the paper game! My favorite!"

(End of this chapter)