[Football] Bad Boy Batty

It's Ronaldinho.

Batty's face suddenly turned cold.

"What are you doing here? This is a private party. You can't come in without an invitation." He said, "Get out. Don't make me say it again."

The air was filled with tension. The onlookers stepped back consciously, and even the DJ on the scene turned down the volume.

"I'm your father, Batistuta." Ronaldinho wanted to play the family card. He opened his arms as if he wanted to hug him. "Don't be so sharp, my son. It's been so many years. Come here. I miss you so much."

Batty dodged backwards and roared, "You are not my father, stay away from me!"

"Why are you still angry? I just want to talk to you, the kind between father and son." Perhaps it was because of his father's early death that Ronaldinho paid special attention to this kind of family bond. He smiled helplessly and looked at Messi not far away: "Hey, little flea, long time no see, help me persuade Batistuta, I am his biological father."

Messi, who was suddenly called, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. The current situation was completely beyond his understanding.

"Don't bring other people in! He is my friend, I invited him to my birthday party, but you are different, you are an intruder!" Batistuta lost his mind when he met Ronaldinho. He snatched the drink cup (soft plastic) from the onlooker and threw it at him, "I don't want to see you again, get out!"

"Don't say that. I flew over from Sao Paulo right after the game to celebrate your birthday. Is this your coming-of-age ceremony? I'm so glad I didn't miss it." Ronaldinho smiled at his biological son, revealing his rabbit teeth. "I still remember that I..."

"Shut up!" Batty yelled, "I've already celebrated my coming-of-age ceremony, and you were screwing around in some nightclub at the time! I have a godfather, he's always been there for my birthdays, he also organized my coming-of-age ceremony, Edmundo is tens of thousands of times better than you!"

Ronaldinho looked sad.

"If your godfather is really that good, then ask him to come out and see me." He said slowly, "Doesn't that guy celebrate your birthday with you every year? Then he should be here now."

"He's not here!" Batty continued to roar, "Because he has work! Today is the premiere of his movie, and he invited me to attend, but I turned him down!"

Ronaldinho looked at Batistuta with a sympathetic look that suggested, "Don't pretend to be strong, I'm watching you."

After a long while, he shook his head and said, "Now that we are talking about your godfather, well, let me tell you - Batty, I am going to sue him."

Batty was stunned, and then became extremely angry.

How dare he!

The man who had completely disappeared from the first half of his life actually had the nerve to sue the Godfather who had taken care of him, fed him, clothed him, taken him on trips, and even thrown him an Oscar trophy to play with.

"I will not only sue him, but also Manchester City. As you know, underage players must be accompanied by their guardians when playing for the club after joining." Ronaldinho said, and he seemed very serious. "As your legal guardian, I didn't get any information. This is against the rules."

Batty looked at him with his eyes wide open, his brain in a state of complete chaos and disbelief.

After hearing what Ronaldinho said, the onlookers began to talk to each other in a low voice and cast all kinds of looks at them.

De Bruyne stood there unable to move. His emotions told him to step forward and stop it immediately, but at the same time, his reason ordered him not to intervene.

He was not sure what action would increase Batistuta's anger at this time. In his impression, the person who could best deal with an angry Batistuta was Guardiola.

Yes! He has to find the head coach!
The Belgian midfielder picked up his phone and dialed Guardiola's number before quickly disappearing into the crowd.

You must wait for him to come back.

……

"I remember there was such a clause." Aguero pulled Messi over and whispered, "I came to Europe just as an adult, so I didn't need a guardian, but I remember you came very early. What was your situation at that time?"

Messi shook his head helplessly.

"I was still young at that time and knew nothing except playing football. My father signed for me," he said. "It is true that minors need a guardian to be present, but many young players who come to Europe have parents who work and cannot accompany them, so they will sign an agreement with the club and find a proxy guardian or something. I don't know the details."

Augustus listened quietly at the side and took everything in.

Batistuta stared at Ronaldinho. Soon, his anger reached its peak and he suddenly rushed towards him.

"You stupid, selfish bastard!"

The melons in the hands of the spectators all fell to the ground. Are they going to fight?
And just then.

With a "click", someone turned off the power and the room suddenly became dark.

"Don't step on me! Those are my feet!"

"Hey! My phone!"

"Whose glass is this! Oh damn! It's all over me!"

The scene was in chaos. The circuit was restored three minutes later and everyone was checking themselves in shock.

There was nothing missing from the room, except—

"Has anyone seen Barty?"

……

The power switch was pulled by Loach. The moment Ronaldinho showed up, the black boy anticipated what might happen. He quickly called the happy translator Sam Eli, and one of them stayed at the scene while the other went to find the power switch. They finally managed to stabilize the situation before things got out of control.

So where is Batty now?
He was in the garden downstairs, enjoying the cool breeze with Neymar.

When the house fell into darkness just now, Neymar reacted the fastest. He grabbed Batistuta's wrist and took him away from the party without thinking. (Of course he didn't forget to take his coat)
In fact, he had wanted to do this long before the damn game of passing paper from mouth to mouth began. "I will never, ever understand this kind of blood-related family bullshit!"

Batty lay on the grass and cursed loudly at the dark sky, then he unscrewed the bottle cap and drank brandy. Yes, he grabbed a bottle of wine while running away.

The rapid intake of alcohol made him get drunk quickly, and he felt dizzy and his whole body turned red like a tomato.

"Drink slowly, Batistuta, this is too harmful to your health." Neymar grabbed the bottle and stopped him. "And you've spilled it everywhere. It's only March. You'll catch a cold."

He found a tissue in his pocket and wiped the wine stains that extended from the corner of Batty's mouth to his chest.

Batistuta muttered a few words and turned his head left and right to try to shake off Neymar's hand. Neymar let out a helpless breath and then pinched Batistuta's chin hard.

"Don't move, I'm cleaning you up, you drunk."

Suddenly, Batistuta grabbed Neymar's hand that was pinching his chin and raised his head.

Neymar was startled, and looked up to meet Batistuta's blue eyes, which were between confused and clear. His heart beat violently twice, and he looked away.

"Don't make trouble, I'm helping you," he said.

"Really? Thank you then." Batty said slowly, and then he tilted his head to one side, "Wait, you're not someone sent by Ronaldinho, right?"

Neymar insisted on wiping his chin clean, shook his head and replied: "No. I am Neymar, look at my face, do you remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." Batistuta's eyes rolled and he suddenly let go of his wrist. "You are Neymar, the one who kissed me in Bailando last time."

Varied--

Neymar stood up and took two steps back in panic.

"What are you talking about, Barty?"

he knows.

"When did I ever kiss you?"

He didn't remember that at all.

"Oh, okay, you never kissed me." Batistuta released his strength, supported himself on the grass with his forearms, smiled, and hooked his finger at Neymar.

As if to whisper something to him, Neymar moved closer. Then, unexpectedly, Batistuta grabbed his collar, and Neymar, who had lost his balance, hurriedly reached out to support himself.

The grass at night was covered with a layer of water droplets, his palms were cold, and when he reacted, Batty's lips were already in front of him.

"You didn't kiss me, but I kissed you."

He didn't forget, this drunkard remembered everything.

He was the only one being teased.

Neymar suddenly felt humiliated as if he was being played with. For so long, he was the only one who had carefully kept this secret.

He sat up, grabbed Barty's collar with his backhand, and kissed him hard.

It wasn't a kiss.

It can probably only be said that he was venting his dissatisfaction.

Batty didn't complain at all. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth to let him kiss him. The spiciness of the brandy became a catalyst.

But the kiss didn't last until the end, it was Neymar's bad luck, anything could happen to him.

Just as he was entangled with Batistuta's tongue and changed his position, Batistuta's cell phone rang. What's worse, Batistuta didn't care about Neymar who was at a distance from him and answered the call on his own.

"——Oh, it's me. Yes, I didn't do anything. I just kissed someone. What do you have?——Oh, sure, I have time——But it has to wait until after the Champions League, we still have to play the final——Okay, bye."

After finishing the call, Batistuta wiped the corner of his mouth towards Neymar.

"Why did you stop?" he asked innocently, "Just keep going."

Neymar didn't dare to move at all.

"Just now..." He swallowed and asked nervously, "Who called you just now?"

"Oh, no one." Barty waved his hand. "It was Mikael. He asked me if he could participate in the World Youth Championship this summer, and I agreed."

(End of this chapter)