[Football] Bad Boy Batty

The happiness and joy did not last long. After buying the mobile phones from the mall, the two shook off the bodyguards, rented a car and planned to go to the nearest tourist attraction for a tour.

As a result, they got lost and walked around in circles for nearly two hours without finding the place. In the end, they decided to give up the tour and check in at the hotel where the Brazilian U20 team was staying. Originally, the whole team went to the hotel together, but Batistuta had to participate in the Champions League final and arrived a few days later than others, so he had to go alone.

Then they got lost again.

"I really don't understand. Gangnam District in Seoul is so small. How did you spend 40 minutes driving around in the same place?" Batty complained while half lying on the passenger seat, his arms folded and his legs resting on the locker in front of him. "If you can't do it, let me do it. I have a British driver's license, which is recognized here."

"Five minutes ago you just knocked off the bumper of our rental car, Batistuta, I don't think you have the right to say I can't do it." Neymar retorted in a sweet tone, "And you put your feet down, this posture is very dangerous, if I brake suddenly you will fall down."

"Don't discipline me. I stay where I want." Batty put on his sunglasses and changed to a more comfortable position. "Watch your way, dear. Turn right ahead - Hey! Turn right! I said Portuguese, didn't I? Did you suddenly lose your memory or something?"

"...You are the one who lost your memory, baby Batistuta. Last time we took this road, I turned right as you said, and then we circled back. I swear to God I didn't lie." Neymar was also getting a little impatient because he kept getting lost. He parked the car on the side of the road and said, "Maybe you should check if it's a problem with the navigation. Which road are you taking?"

"How could the navigation be wrong? Don't make excuses for yourself. I'll just... eh?" Batistuta put his feet down and sat up to check the navigation, but just as he was about to throw the complete navigation map in Neymar's face, he found that he had indeed entered the wrong destination, which made them keep going in circles.

"Come on, tell me I'm wrong." Neymar turned sideways and raised his eyebrows to look at Batistuta, "Am I right? It's a navigation problem. Where did you lead me just now?"

Batistuta licked his lips and quietly changed the wrong navigation. Neymar next to him insisted that he admit his mistake, so Batistuta decided to find another topic to divert attention.

"Well, about this." Batty said slowly, "The way I just navigated is actually the way to your heart."

Neymar: …

Is there a worse way to change the subject?
However, when I heard Batty say this flirtatious sentence in a slow voice, my heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Really, Batistuta, you want to play this?" Neymar pretended to be very interested, then cleared his throat. "You know, when you just swore that the navigation was fine, I thought you were the world map."

Batty blinked, then cooperated and asked, "Why?"

"Because - you have everything I'm looking for." Neymar said, looking over with a smile, "You're not the only one who can say such sweet words that make people feel numb."

Oh, this is not so provocative.

"Really?" Batty rolled his eyes. "Do you know why I made a mistake in navigation just now?"

Neymar held back his laughter and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"Because of you, having you around makes me clumsy, so that you can look at me more." Batistuta pushed up his sunglasses, then turned to Neymar and raised his eyebrows provocatively, "How about this, isn't it good?"

"This is the best of the match." Neymar narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to pinch Batistuta's face. "Because it makes you admit your mistakes, Batistuta, do you remember what you just said?"

"I just said..." Batty's smile disappeared, "Oh, damn."

【Do you know why my navigation went wrong just now? 】

"Pfft - don't be discouraged, it's really nice, I did look at you a few more times because of it." Neymar chuckled and restarted the car, "Don't make the wrong decision this time, we have to check you in before you go to my heart, little idiot (whispering)."

"Who are you calling a fool?"

"Huh? I said that? You must have heard it wrong."

"I heard you whisper! Don't think you can say that now that you know me well."

"What did I say?"

"You called me stupid."

"What? The music is a bit loud. Can you say it again?"

"Call me stupid!"

"Oh, I see, you're an idiot."

"...I think you forgot how much it hurt when my fist hit you."

"Ah! Hey! Come on--Buddy! I'm still driving!"

Because they were fighting and quarreling on the way, the 20-minute journey took 2 hours. By the time they drove to the hotel, it was already evening, and the two were still arguing over trivial matters, as if their ages had been halved after coming to Korea.

They all liked the current atmosphere, and no one mentioned what happened in the box that day. Everything returned to normal.

Neymar drove the car into the hotel's underground garage and parked it, then called the car rental company to discuss the replacement of the car and compensation.

"Put the food aside for now. Let's go see if there's anything to eat. If it's all kimchi, we can order takeout." Batty closed the car door and walked towards the elevator. "Help me get my passport. It's in the back compartment of the largest pocket of my backpack."

Neymar responded and went to the trunk to look for Batistuta's backpack.

When someone entrusts you with taking something out of their backpack, it means they don't mind you seeing what else they have in their backpack.

Neymar didn't think too much about it at first, but when he took out Batistuta's passport, a black package fell out with it. On it was a cartoon man in the shape of a banana, wearing sunglasses, and it was clearly marked "XL" next to it.

This is--

Jie O Bang?
To be honest, Neymar was confused the moment he figured out what it was.

Why did Batty bring condoms, and such a big pack, did he want to have something happen with him? Or did he not expect him to show up and plan to have something happen with someone here? And XL? Seriously? XL? ?
Neymar's mind was once again filled with question marks.

"What are you waiting for?" Batty's hands were sore from pressing the elevator button. "Hurry up! If you don't come soon, I won't wait for you!"

In the bathroom, Neymar hurriedly picked up the pack of Jack O'Bomb and put it back.

Then he discovered that the pack of condoms had been opened and used.

After the system went down for a second, the confusion in my mind turned into anger.

Who on earth has Batty used this thing on?

"Hey! I really won't wait for you anymore--"

Neymar stuffed the pack of condoms back into his backpack with great rage, then threw the backpack onto his back and slammed the trunk shut with great force. At that moment, the voice-controlled lights in the entire underground garage were lit up.

I have to ask Batty for clarification!

He walked into the elevator with a sour face, and Batty was already getting impatient.

"I've been waiting for you here for a century. I'm just going to get a passport, not to let you travel into space. Why did it take so long?" The boy rolled his eyes at him and pressed the elevator buttons frantically. "If it's any later, the restaurant will be closed. Then our only option will be to order takeout. The takeout here is all in Korean, which is very troublesome. Why did you carry my bag? Didn't you say you could get it later?"

"...The lighting was too dim. I couldn't find your passport, so I just picked up the bag in a hurry." Neymar made up an excuse. He glanced at the surveillance camera above his head and temporarily suppressed the questions in his mind.

He could wait and eat first, otherwise the little bastard would refuse to eat again if he asked.

Ask him when you get back to the room.

……

After telling the front desk about the situation, they came to the restaurant. It was a buffet and it seemed to be prepared for foreigners. The food was familiar to them.

Batistuta walked around, then casually put some mashed potatoes and bacon on his plate and was about to find a place to sit down. Neymar stopped him, grabbed his arm and asked him to turn around, then used a tongs to give him some beans and pasta.

"You have to eat more," Neymar said. He thought he had to eat enough to cope with what he was going to do later.

"I don't want to eat so much, what I just had is enough." Batty looked at the suddenly heavy plate with disdain, "Do you want to make a second loach? Who cares? I have to tell you, Ney, you are not my captain now. Mikael called me the day before yesterday and told me that I would be the captain of the U20 team."

Neymar refused to compromise: "Then I have to eat more and set an example as the captain."

Batty couldn't win the argument, so he had to go back angrily with a full plate of food. He found the nearest seat and sat down, picking up a few noodles with his fork in annoyance, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

Why should I control him? Is it because I like him a little that he can do whatever he wants?

So Batistuta walked over to Neymar who was picking up his food and unhappily snatched his backpack from his hand: "Give me the bag, I'm going upstairs."

"But you haven't eaten yet." Neymar moved his bag to the other side. "Wait until I get the food and we'll eat together. We'll go upstairs after we're done. It'll be quick."

"I'm not hungry anymore."

"No, you have to eat something."

"Who asked for it?"

"I asked for it."

"Tsk—give it to me, don't let me do it!"

Just when they were about to start a quarrel, a faint voice suddenly came from the side.

[Why don't you two go get a room? We're waiting to eat later, please make way.]

This voice sounds familiar.

Batty was stunned for a moment, loosened his grip on the shoulder strap of his backpack and turned his head to look.

"Mbappe? Why are you here?"

He opened his eyes wide in surprise: "This is not——" "Yes, yes, I also want to ask this question, why are you here... A season has passed, why are you still haunting me." The Monaco winger muttered with a long face, and then he replied in English with a heavy accent: "I came to participate in the competition, the World Youth Championship."

……

Mbappe's appearance temporarily stopped Batistuta and Neymar's childish quarrel. They each took a hot dog and went straight to the room of head coach Mi (he didn't answer the phone)

"Sir, I just saw Mbappe downstairs. Why is that French guy here?" Batistuta knocked on Mikael's door with a frown. "Are we staying in the same hotel with the French team? Are you serious?"

Mikael's hair was messy and there was foam on his face. It was obvious that he was halfway through shaving when he came to open the door. He held his forehead helplessly, looked at Batistuta, then looked at Neymar beside him, and the smile on his face became even more difficult.

"...I remember you were not on the list of contestants. How did you get here?" he asked.

"I'm here on vacation," Neymar shrugged, "and to play with Batistuta."

"Oh, that's really—"

"Don't change the subject, coach!" Batty was not polite at all and snapped his fingers twice in front of Mikael. "I need an answer as to why the French team is also staying in this hotel."

Mikael almost couldn't catch his breath.

If he coaches Batistuta a few more times, he might shorten his lifespan by more than half.

"Relax, Batistuta, we are staying in the same hotel with the French team, that's nothing," Mikael said. "The rules don't say that teams participating in the competition can't stay together, that's completely reasonable."

"This is ridiculous!" Batty waved his hands and gritted his teeth, saying, "I've never heard of two teams staying in the same hotel. How will we train? How will we discuss tactics? Or do you think the World Youth Championship is an optional game that we can play at will?"

"...No, that's not what I meant. There was a small mistake when booking the hotel. By the time we found the problem and wanted to make changes, it was too late. There has been a commotion within the Football Association recently, and it's not easy to find a suitable hotel," Mikale said. "Don't complain. The game will start in three days and will last a maximum of 3 days. Just make do with it."

After saying that, Mikael slammed the door shut without caring about Batty's reaction.

"He slammed my door!" Batistuta looked at Neymar in disbelief. "I just want to understand why we are staying in the same hotel with France, and the coach actually-"

Neymar patted his chest to help him calm down, then half-pulled him back.

"This is not common, but it is within the scope of the rules," he said. "Don't think about it. It's just a new neighbor. The game goes on as usual."

Batistuta was still very dissatisfied. He talked from the head coach's door to the front desk. He was still talking when Neymar got their (separate) room cards. He even kept complaining when Neymar entered the room with his luggage.

So naturally, Neymar followed him into his room.

Since the Brazilian Football Association paid for them to compete, the hotel standards were not too high. It was just an ordinary standard single room with a large bed.

Batistuta threw his suitcase and backpack to the ground, then threw himself on the bed. After feeling the softness of the quilt, he turned over and leaned against the head of the bed to look at Neymar.

"Which floor is your room on?" he asked. "It's definitely better than here."

Neymar did not answer. He stared at the small part of Batistuta's waist that was exposed due to the large movement just now. There was an obvious red mark there.

This reminded him of the condoms he had just seen in Batty's backpack.

Originally, the appearance of Mbappe had made him forget about settling accounts with this little bastard, but now -

"Why do you look like that? What the hell?" Batty asked with his head tilted.

Neymar still didn't answer, but this time he used actions instead of words.

He walked silently to the backpack that Batty had thrown on the ground, squatted down, opened the zipper, then pulled out the pack of Jack-O-Bombs and threw it on the bed.

"What is this?" Neymar asked.

Batty hadn't expected him to do that, and his brain stopped working for a moment.

"you--"

"Now I'm asking you, Batistuta." Neymar walked over and slowly climbed onto the bed. Then he straightened up, picked up the condom package, and looked down at the boy at the head of the bed. "You used it, with whom? Don't lie to me, I saw the marks on your waist, and they are definitely not mosquito bites."

This was a bit beyond expectations.

Batty struggled to get his mind working and went over the whole thing over and over again.

"So - this is why you made me wait for you in the elevator for a century, because you saw that I brought a condom, is that right?" He looked up and asked the other person, then waved his hand and continued very naturally: "Is this a big deal, my dear Ney? I am an adult, and of course I need protection when doing certain things. Do you hope that I don't need it?"

Batistuta tried to take the initiative back to himself, but Neymar did not give him the opportunity.

"Answer my question, who did you use it with?" He said, changing his position on the bed to block Batistuta's possible route of leaving. "Was it the Belgian who kissed you that day? What was his name? De Bruyne, right?"

Ok.

Things seem to be getting a little out of control.

"Maybe it's teammates, maybe club staff, maybe anyone I know, but what does that have to do with you?" Batty gave him a condemning look. "Why, besides caring about whether I eat or not, you also care about my sex life?"

He did not directly answer the question about De Bruyne.

What does that mean?
Neymar took a deep breath, and then at this moment, he made a crazy decision.

This decision was so crazy that he only dared to think about it once and then didn't dare to think about it further.

Maybe he would regret it later, he thought, but at least at this moment, he really wanted to do it.

He grabbed Batty's ankles, took off his socks, felt the warmth of his skin, and then - he put his calves on his shoulders. It was a great angle. Looking down, he could see a lot of things that he had only dared to think about in his mind before.

Batty raised an eyebrow.

"Ney?" he asked quietly, "Do you want to use it with me?"

Neymar did not answer the question directly. He tilted his head and first touched the scar on Batistuta's ankle with the tip of his nose, and then began to kiss Batistuta's calf through his pants.

"You want the answer?" he said. "Here's my answer."

Batty looked at him for a moment.

All his annoyance suddenly disappeared and he started to laugh.

"So you still want it." He pulled back his calf and curled it in front of him, then pressed his right foot, which was worth at least 5000 million yuan (worth 1 million yuan), against it. "Then tell me, why didn't you do this before?"

Neymar looked over carefully.

"I--"

【Clang! 】

A sudden loud knock at the door interrupted his self-analysis.

"Ahhh help us! Quick! Quick, ahhh I saw you guys go in, come out! There's a--ahhh Benjy in our room! It's coming!"

Batty: ...

that's nice!

God is so good!

Every time Neymar is about to take action, something unexpected happens. Is this a new law?

Batistuta pushed Neymar, who was petrified again, away and angrily rushed to the door and opened it. "You better have something important to do, bastard, or I swear to God—"

Before he could finish his words, the door had just opened halfway when two crying and shouting guys rushed in and knocked Batty to the ground.

"WTF?"

Neymar finally reacted and jumped off the bed. He helped Batistuta up, then looked warily at the two people who stood up next to him with embarrassed faces: "What do you want to do?"

Batty also looked over and suddenly caught a glimpse of the rooster logo printed on their clothes.

Oh?
From the French team?

He looked up and down at the two men. One looked silly, the other looked like a statue of David, with curly hair.

At this time, the somewhat silly man cleared his throat.

"Hello, sorry to bother you, but this is an emergency." He swallowed and said in standard Spanish: "I'm Lucas Hernandez, he's my roommate, Benjamin Pavard, there's a really big spider in our room!"

A spider??

Just because of this???
The two people whose good deeds were interrupted: …

(End of this chapter)