[Football] Bad Boy Batty
Chapter 49 049
"This is my party. I have the final say on what games we play." Batistuta shook off Pique's arm and took Neymar several steps back. "Don't think I don't know what you guys want to do. I'm telling you, put away your tricks. They're all left over from my tricks."
Pique was not angry at all, still smiling, he walked towards Batistuta again, and then raised his hands to show that he was harmless. "It's not my idea, nor his, but Aguero's." Pique said, "If you don't believe me, go ask me, I swear to God that everything I said is true."
Obviously Batty didn't believe what a drunkard said. He looked at Augustus. This Rothschild kid didn't look that drunk yet.
Augustus smiled at Batistuta, licked his lips, and shrugged. "It's true," he said. "Aguero said that, and Messi heard it, too."
"Yes! Leo heard it too!" Pique suddenly became excited, and began to look for Messi and Aguero all over the room, "Come out and testify, I didn't say anything nonsense!"
Finally, under his relentless yelling and screaming, Messi pulled Aguero out of a room. Both of them had their clothes a little messy, and there were a few feathers from the pillow stuck on their heads, as if they had just been through a big battle.
Oh, it seems someone is not as well behaved as he looks.
"I don't feel very good." Neymar whispered to Batistuta, "Why don't we go somewhere else."
Batistuta patted the back of his hand to reassure him, then looked at Aguero and asked, "Kun, Pique said that you came up with the mouth-to-mouth paper game. Is that true?"
Aguero was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
“Yeah, I told him that,” he said. “But I saw it on Vine, and Americans do it that way, and it looks fun, so I thought, let’s try it.”
Pique opened his eyes wide and raised his hands, making an expression to Batistuta that said 'see, I'm telling the truth'.
Since it was Aguero who proposed it, Batistuta reluctantly agreed to cooperate.
"Okay, sure. How do we play?" He crossed his arms and said, "We want to play like last time?"
While speaking, he glanced at Augustus, as if to remind him how badly he lost that time. Augustus quickly noticed his gaze, but he didn't react. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and mouthed something in French.
Batty rolled his eyes at him.
"The rules are very simple. Everyone lines up and passes a piece of paper in order. You can only use your mouth and not your hands. Whoever holds the paper has to drink." Aguero explained, "If the paper falls, it's considered broken. If you catch it with your hand, it's considered broken. If it breaks, it's also considered broken."
Pique took out a piece of paper from somewhere and shook it, then walked to Batistuta with exaggerated ballet steps, blinked, and made an incongruous invitation gesture.
"Council you and give me a demonstration?"
Batistuta looked at Pique, his light blue eyes full of teasing.
It really is--
interesting.
At that moment, Batistuta let down his guard against Pique. In some ways, they were similar. They both liked playing pranks and watching shows.
Neymar knew very well what kind of person his club teammate was. He hurried forward to stop him, but he didn't expect that before he opened his mouth, Batistuta put his hand in Pique's palm, and then smiled and agreed to the invitation.
"Okay," Batty said, "Come on, let's demonstrate."
The Barcelona defender's smile widened, and he raised his head and put the paper to his mouth, "Now this is--" He sucked the paper and hooked his finger at Batistuta, "The right way to do it."
Manchester City's Brazilian Rose leaned over and touched his lips through a piece of paper. The party creatures watching cheered like baboons, and some whistled.
Amid the jeers of the crowd (excluding a certain guy whose nose was crooked with anger, of course), Batty successfully took the piece of paper.
"See?" Pique turned around like a successful magician, "This is correct, now let's demonstrate the wrong one--"
He put the paper back on his mouth and fixed it in place. Batty moved closer tacitly, and just as he was about to touch the paper with his lips again, Pique's inhalation turned into exhalation, and the paper instantly lost its support and fell down.
However, the imagined scene did not come.
Batistuta's lips stopped less than 1 centimeter away from Pique.
"yeah--"
Pik made an upward puzzled sound, then asked, "Aren't we demonstrating the wrong way to proceed? Why did you stop?"
"Yes, that's wrong." Batty smiled and said, "Didn't the paper fall? Whoever lets the paper fall will lose."
"But--" Pikel said pitifully, "According to the script, you should kiss me on the mouth."
Barty blinked.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asked.
Pique shook his head.
"It's not what I want to do," he said, "it's what you should do."
Neither of them moved, and they kept a distance of a piece of paper between them.
"Okay, okay, let's start playing." Neymar jumped out and interrupted the two people's flirting. He grabbed Batistuta's wrist and took him back a few steps. "You line up behind me, that's it."
The scene suddenly became lively again.
Messi quietly pulled Aguero's sleeve and whispered, "Go behind Batistuta."
Yes, among so many people at the scene, he only trusted Batistuta and Neymar.
Aguero didn't care, he shrugged and stood behind Batistuta.
"What about you? Aren't you coming?" Batistuta squeezed Neymar's palm to comfort him, then said to Augustus who was standing outside the team, "Weren't you the one who kept asking for fun?"
Augustus put on his nervous smile again.
“I can’t,” he said. “I prefer to watch rather than participate.”
Batty raised an eyebrow at him, then said in a meaningful tone: "Oh, you like watching."
"I want to watch you play too! Who told me that someone wouldn't give me a kiss just now? I'm sad." Pique said with his mouth curled down exaggeratedly, and then he took out another piece of paper, "Are you ready? 3, 2, 1 - start!"
……
"Actually, you don't have to worry too much about it. Although Batty doesn't always tell the truth, he is really good to his friends."
Jesus ate the last piece of steak on the plate. He had told De Bruyne many stories about Batistuta that he had heard from Oscar (Oscar heard it from Barbosa), including the time when everyone thought Batistuta was going to fail but he was not beaten but was hugged by many people. De Bruyne listened quietly, with no expression, but no one knew how much he was upset.
"The coach must have told you not to imitate him, right? As for what I told you above, ordinary people really can't learn it." Jesus said firmly, "Bati's personality is like this. As long as you don't become his lover, there is nothing else to say."
De Bruyne took a deep breath.
Don't you want to be a lover?
"But I think it's nothing. Although Batistuta likes to play a little and speaks harshly, these things have never affected his work, I mean his playing." Jesus continued, "How many people can't do this? Look at Icardi, he has made himself into a state for off-field gossip. Batistuta won't do that. It doesn't affect his playing. He is very casual."
These words seemed like gospel from heaven, which immediately woke De Bruyne up.
Yes, as long as it does not affect playing football.
Isn't this what Guardiola meant when he said that he was worried that this relationship would affect his performance and Batistuta's future career?
So think about it from another angle, what if he can do it without any impact?
The Belgian midfielder raised his head, his pupils trembling slightly as he looked at the curtains.
Of course he can do it without any impact, he can do anything he promised.
When he was 17 years old, he told his parents that he would become a member of the first team in two months, but in fact it only took him one month; when he was playing for Wolfsburg, he told reporters that he was not here to watch Bayern win the championship, but a few months later he really did it and helped Wolfsburg become the German Cup champion that season.
So, of course he can continue without affecting anyone or anything.
As for whether Batty will respond to him in the end, this is not within his consideration for the time being.
Anyway, the little bastard knows everything.
And given Batty's character, he will definitely continue to tease him in the future.
Just stay as you are, and then little by little, let yourself appear in those eyes.
He doesn't want much.
Just then, a burst of booing from outside interrupted De Bruyne's thoughts. He glanced at Jesus next to him, and it was obvious that Jesus didn't know what was going on either.
"Go and see."
De Bruyne stood up, stretched his numb shoulders, then pulled open the curtains and walked out.
Before he could see clearly what had just happened, the crowd cheered again.
"Give me, please give me."
The Belgian midfielder squeezed through the crowd to the center. From a distance, he saw some people who seemed to be queuing up to play games. Neymar was also among them, and he looked angry and helpless.
What's going on here?
The next second, De Bruyne saw a scene that made his jaw drop to the ground.
"you--"
Batistuta was holding Aguero's face and kissing him.
Go back 2 minutes.
Batistuta had just teased Neymar and successfully made the paper break twice. Under Neymar's condemning eyes, he finally got serious, took the paper and turned around to hand it over to Aguero.
But Pique jumped out to cause trouble.
"Ahaha! Kiss!"
The Barcelona defender laughed wildly and snatched the paper away before Aguero could catch it.
In fact, Batistuta had expected him to do this, but what he didn't expect was that it would happen when he was taking over from Aguero.
"Well!"
Aguero's eyes widened and his face turned red.
Batty couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and smile.
It was just a touch of lips, not even the most basic kiss, and she blushed already. How innocent!
So the mischievous factor in Batistuta's heart broke out again. In front of everyone, he directly held Aguero's face, and then turned this simple touch into a deeper kiss.
"Hasn't anyone told you this, Kun?" Batistuta whispered to Aguero. "When you kiss, you should close your eyes. This is common sense."
Everyone was stunned. After a few seconds of silence, a thunderous cheer suddenly broke out at the scene.
There is a split between Messi at the back and Neymar in front.
De Bruyne, who had just arrived, was also torn.
Pique and Augustus, the two instigators, were happy.
"Yeah! This is what I want!" The two looked at each other and high-fived.
The place was in chaos.
Suddenly, Loach ran in in a panic, almost jumping over the crowd and coming in front of Batti.
"Oh no, Barty—here comes the guy you hate the most." He gasped and coughed, "I'm sorry, I tried to stop him, but failed."
Batty frowned, feeling a bad feeling coming over him.
The next second—
"Hey! Party! My dear son, why didn't you invite me!"
(End of this chapter)
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