"It's crooked, it's crooked, move it a little bit to this side."

"Be gentle, don't mess it up."

"Hiss—let go, that's my hair, idiot!"

"Oh, sorry."

Neither of them had worn this kind of wig before, and it took a while to get it to fit relatively snugly on Batty's head. Batty opened the mirror in front of the passenger seat, adjusted the wig in front of his forehead, and then looked at the somewhat unfamiliar figure inside and made several different expressions.

You know what, it's really quite interesting.

Ederson crossed his arms in the driver's seat and looked at Batistuta. He rubbed his chin. She was beautiful, but he felt something was wrong. "It seems like something is missing." He said to himself, "What is it?"

"I think this is what you're talking about." Batty raised his eyebrows, then took out a lipstick from his pocket and waved it in front of Edson's eyes. "I asked Loach to buy it from the store yesterday. It's said to be the most popular color right now."

Edson's eyes lit up, and then a smile gradually crept up the corners of his mouth.

"You are very thoughtful, Batty, I underestimated you," he teased.

Batty rolled his eyes at him, then turned back to face the mirror and pushed aside the wig that was blocking his view. He opened the cap of his lipstick, raised his chin slightly, and carefully applied the lipstick on his lips.

Ederson looked at Batistuta's profile and suddenly felt an indescribable emotion.

This didn't feel like a prank with good friends. On previous Halloweens, he and a few friends dressed up as Disney princesses, with everything from wigs to dresses to makeup. Everyone's reaction was to point at each other's faces and laugh until their stomachs hurt.

It's never been like this before.

It feels weird.

Ederson swallowed, forced himself to pull his eyes away from Batty's eyelashes and lips, then turned to the other side, took out the water bottle from the car door as normally as possible and drank some water to calm himself down.

Is it because Batty dressed as a girl is too beautiful that leads to his abnormal reaction now?

"That's it." Batty put away the lipstick and looked at it in the mirror for a while. He felt that it was not enough. Then he used his fingers to apply the lipstick on his lips to the end of his eyes as eye shadow. Although he didn't know how to put on makeup, he at least knew how to make the whole face look more harmonious. After the operation, Batty turned his head and looked at Ederson, "How is it?"

Ederson didn't respond to his question and looked like he was sleepwalking. Batistuta frowned and snapped his fingers in front of his eyes.

"Hey, wake up, what are you daydreaming about?"

Edson shook himself back to his senses.

"Sorry, sorry." The Brazilian goalkeeper scratched his hair awkwardly. His eyes were a little vague, and he didn't dare to look at Batistuta. "What did you just say?"

"Look at me--" Batty pulled his wig to his chest, winked, blew Edson a kiss, and then asked in a low voice, "Am I hot, honey?"

It took Edson nearly half a minute to recover. He whistled: "In a sense, Bernardo is really lucky."

Batistuta rolled his eyes at him again. Ederson cleared his throat, took out his cell phone and connected the call with Batistuta.

"Hold on, I want to hear all the details." He waved the phone at Batty. "Whether you can succeed or not depends on you. Go ahead!"

"You're not the one who should tell me." Batty raised his chin, put on a pair of pink sunglasses, straightened his collar and shirt hem, opened the door and got out of the car, "Remember to turn on the recording."

Ederson made an 'OK' gesture, Batistuta patted the window frame and walked towards B Silva.

"call--"

As soon as he left, Ederson immediately muted the phone and let out a long breath. He patted his cheeks hard and then looked at Batty's back.

He was less than 5 meters away from B Silva. Ederson shook his head and refocused his attention on the prank.

Don't think too much, he told himself, that's Batty.

……

What expression will Bernardo have when he sees him later? Will he scream in fear? Or will he fall off his chair?
Either way, the result is bound to be fantastic.

Batty narrowed down the call page on his phone and sent a message to B席.

"I'm almost there honey, can't wait to see you (lips)(lips)(heart)(heart)"

After sending it, he looked up and observed the movements of B席 not far away. At this time, Batistuta was already very close. In order not to expose himself, he slowed down and approached quietly.

Seat B was completely unaware. He was playing with the napkin on the table when he received the message. After hearing the prompt tone, he hurriedly threw the shredded napkin away, then shook his hands and typed a reply.

"Me too, looking forward to meeting you, you must be very beautiful (little devil) (blow a kiss) (blow a kiss)"

Looking at the reply from B席 on the phone, Batistuta almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Even though their new Portuguese midfielder usually dressed badly and looked simple, he was quite good at flirting in online chats.

"He knows I'm coming," Batty said to Ederson, switching back to the line. "Can you see it from your end?"

"Yes, very clear." Edson held a telescope and monitored the situation here in real time like a secret agent. "Perfect, let's go now!"

I am so sorry.

Batty said this in his mind as he approached Seat B.

There are 3 meters left——

2 meters. 1 meters.

Arrived!

Batty tapped B's left shoulder, then quickly leaned over to his ear and said in a pinched voice like the sweet girls in many chick flicks: "I'm here, honey. I'm so sorry. There was a traffic jam on the road and kept you waiting for a long time."

However, the development of things seems to be different from what we imagined.

B Seat did not scream, did not fall off his chair, did not shudder and look over in disbelief, and did not get so angry as to point at Batistuta's nose and accuse him of deceiving his feelings.

He wasn't frightened at all.

B Sean turned around with a sly smile, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Batistuta wearing a wig. But this was definitely not the effect Batistuta wanted, because there was no shock in his eyes as if he discovered the truth, but rather he was amazed by Batistuta's appearance.

What he couldn't have expected was what Seat B said next.

The Portuguese midfielder scratched his chin and said, "I didn't expect you to look so good in women's clothes, Batistuta."

Batty: ???
Edson, who listened to the whole thing: ???
Seeing that Sean B was not fooled, Batty simply pulled open the chair opposite him and sat down. "Do you know that I am Emily?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course I know." Seat B said with some pride, "I just didn't expect you to show up dressed like this. It's really good." He raised his hand to call the waiter to take our order, "Excuse me, what would this lady like to drink?"

The waiter was a little confused about what they were playing and approached Batti cautiously. After all, Batti was just wearing a wig and didn't change her clothes, so she didn't look like a girl at all.

"Cold brew, two glasses of milk, no sugar." Barty stared at Seat B the whole time. After the waiter left, he leaned forward on the table and squinted his eyes. "So - Bernardo, when did you find out?"

"It's been a while." B Silva folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, pretending to think. "Come to think of it, I learned about it from Cristiano Ronaldo."

Yes, thanks to his big brother Cristiano Ronaldo of the Portuguese national team. If it weren’t for the other party, he would probably have been successfully spoofed.

……

That was when B席 had just got 'Emily's' phone number from Ederson and contacted her. He wanted to find a coach of the national team but didn't save the other party's number. It happened that Ronaldo called to find out about the situation and asked him how he was doing in Manchester and whether he needed some advice. After all, they had just won the European Cup together last year and had a good relationship in the national team.

So B asked for the coach's phone number. Ronaldo agreed and quickly sent him a screenshot of a list, with the coach's contact information in the middle.

And just above the coach, right next to him, B席 saw Batistuta's name, and the number below the name looked particularly familiar.

So he called Ronaldo back.

"Uh, sorry, Captain, but I have a question I have to ask you." B席 spoke quickly, "Is the number of Batistuta in the screenshot you just gave me real?"

"What kind of a question is that? Of course it was Batistuta's phone call, how could it be fake?" Ronaldo raised his eyebrows and said, "And you are in Manchester City now, he is your teammate, why do you still need to ask me this question?"

"I just need to confirm it." Seat B answered with difficulty.

Now he almost knew what happened. It must be Edson's doing. He wondered why that guy would be so kind to give him the hot girl's phone number, and sure enough, he did.

Looking at the photos that 'Emily' had just sent him, Sean B made a series of faces at his phone.

And it was at this moment that he made a decision not to expose the two people first, and then, when 'Emily' made an appointment to meet, he would laugh at them in person.

"Thank you, I'm fine now. Let's talk next time." After saying that, Seat B hung up the phone in a hurry.

Ronaldo was left in his own gym, staring at the black screen, confused.

……

"You knew it so early?" Batty looked over in surprise. "So when I sent you those flirting messages before, you knew it was me."

"Of course." B Silva shrugged. "You know, Barty, I've been through a lot of pranks, and usually I'm the one being pranked, but this time is different. This time I knew your plan in advance, so I thought, why can't it be the other way around?"

The new Portuguese midfielder relaxed on the table, then looked at Batistuta with a smile.

Batty's heart tightened.

"What did you do, Bernardo?"

"Oh, nothing." B席 stretched, then took out another mobile phone from his pocket and pointed it at Batistuta, "Mía mami (my girl), say 'hi' to the audience in the live broadcast room!"

The next second, Batty, wearing a long wig and lipstick, and his stunned expression appeared perfectly in front of tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room.

Batty: ...

'Click'

"Ederson is right, Bernardo. Sometimes you really make me want to beat you up." Batty cracked his finger bones, then stood up slowly with a murderous aura. "No one has ever done this to me before. You are pretty good."

B felt a chill on his back and pushed the chair away, wanting to run away, but of course Batistuta grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back.

"Ahhh, I was wrong! Batty! Ouch—"

The live broadcasting phone fell on the chair, and the audience could only look at the Manchester sky, listen to the occasional screams and the friendly laughter of passers-by, and imagine how interesting the scene was. Soon Ederson also came to join the battle, and by the end of the game, the number of people in the live broadcast room had exceeded 60.

So the trending search on Twitter that night was——

#BatiWomen's Clothing
#Manchestercityprank
#B Seat successfully fought back against the prank
(End of this chapter)

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