"Little Yu, my luck has been terrible lately. You’ve got strong yang energy—sit down and help your sister analyze this. Between Germany and Brazil, which team would you pick?"
Mo Shangying crouched on her swivel chair, her bare foot hooking a wheeled stool out from under the desk.
Recalling the [Foresee Destiny] daily task that had just appeared for Mo Shangying, Lin Yu realized the match she wanted to predict was this one.
What a coincidence.
He discreetly withdrew all the spirit stones from his system and cashed them out.
His bank balance instantly jumped to [¥7,924].
And this was just half a day’s work—his cumulative earnings had already surpassed ten grand.
If not for the urgent need to complete the [Sect’s Grand Plan] money-making task, Lin Yu wouldn’t even need to bother with extra investments. Just by completing daily missions with his female roommates, he’d be rolling in riches sooner or later.
Even without much experience in sports betting, Lin Yu knew that high-scoreline odds paid out ridiculously well.
A multiplier of dozens, even a hundred times, shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Suppressing his excitement, Lin Yu countered:
"Ying’er, which team are you planning to bet on?"
Mo Shangying hovered her cursor over Brazil’s team emblem, hesitating as she said,
"Emotionally, I kinda want to pick Brazil."
"Germany always feels like they scrape by—barely winning in extra time during the Round of 16, and only a one-goal victory in the quarterfinals."
"Logically, Brazil’s the host nation—beating Germany by one goal isn’t too much to ask, right?"
No wonder she’s lost so much money. A total jinx.
Relying on luck isn’t scary.
What’s scary is when a luck-reliant gambler suddenly decides to use their brain.
Lin Yu pointed at Germany’s emblem and said,
"If it were me, I’d pick Germany."
"By the way, what kind of special betting channel is this?"
Mo Shangying pressed a finger to her lips, whispering mysteriously:
"Even if I gave you the site, you couldn’t place bets. Don’t get any funny ideas."
"The money Aunt Qimeng gave you is for living expenses. I can’t be the one to corrupt you!"
"You’re picking Germany, huh…"
"Fine, as a celebration of you becoming my betting partner, I’ll trust you this once!"
Another girl with principles.
After saying this, Mo Shangying busied herself with the screen, making Lin Yu itch with curiosity.
Lin Yu pinched his lip in thought before pressing further:
"Ying’er, since it’s such a special occasion, why not place a bet for me too? I’ll send you a red packet later."
"I swear it’s not Aunt Qimeng’s money—it’s from my novel writing royalties!"
Mo Shangying shot him a skeptical look. "You? Writing novels?"
Lin Yu insisted, "Yeah, my writing skills are top-notch. Don’t look down on me!"
Mo Shangying: "You’re sure it’s royalties?"
Lin Yu: "Absolutely certain."
"Click-clack… click-clack…"
Before Lin Yu could say more, Mo Shangying’s fingers flew across the keyboard again.
Lin Yu: "What are you—? You…"
Before he could finish his question, the screen displayed his account balance: [¥7,924.62].
Mo Shangying’s eyes widened. "You have this much? You spent over three thousand today and still have eight grand left?"
Lin Yu’s eyes bulged even wider. "Hey, that’s rude! You’re violating my privacy!"
Mo Shangying’s gaze darted mischievously before she suddenly lunged with a "sneaky grope."
Her move was lightning-fast, catching him off-guard.
But to Lin Yu, it looked like slow motion.
Not only did he see her hand coming, he even predicted her maximum "attack range."
Pushing off the floor with his feet, Lin Yu slid his stool back, effortlessly dodging her "thieving claws."
"Trying to ambush me? That’s a direct assault on personal privacy!"
He taunted while rocking on his stool.
Mo Shangying pouted in surprise.
"Oh? Not bad reflexes, Little Yu."
"This isn’t invading your privacy—it’s necessary background checks."
"Since when does writing novels pay this well? Ten grand a day?"
"Let me see where the transfers came from…"
Lin Yu tried to stop her, but Mo Shangying’s typing was faster.
"Click-clack…"
A few keystrokes later, withdrawal records appeared in a filtered data stream.
"Yanbei City’s ‘Once Upon a Time’ Online Literature Company… So it really is royalties?"
"Not bad, Little Yu. So young, already supporting the family!"
"You earn ten grand daily?"
Her eyes gleamed with shrewd calculation.
Lin Yu stared at the company name on screen, deep in thought.
Yanbei City’s "Once Upon a Time" Online Literature Company?
Total fiction.
No such company existed.
Had the system read his mind and fabricated a plausible income source?
If so, the system was more adaptable than he’d imagined.
Either way, Mo Shangying’s doubts were now dispelled.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yu pressed:
"Ten grand a day? I dropped out like you—this is a week’s earnings."
"So, using my own money, can you place a bet for me now?"
"Isn’t it better having a guy watch the match with you at midnight?"
[Ding!]
[Well done! Offering companionship to the Elder of the Formation Hall has greatly pleased her!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
The clincher was his last sentence.
Hearing this, Mo Shangying murmured:
"I’m never alone watching matches—another sister in the apartment joins me."
"But a guy watching with us… you’d be the first."
"Fine, just this once. No next time."
Lin Yu’s heart soared.
Once was enough!
This chance would solve Aunt Qimeng’s financial crisis and net him a fortune.
After agreeing, Mo Shangying confirmed:
"You recommended Germany, so you’re picking them too, right?"
Lin Yu leaned closer and nodded.
"Right. But not just the winner—I’m betting on the exact score."
Mo Shangying: "???"
Lin Yu: "The platform you’re using doesn’t allow score betting?"
Mo Shangying gasped again:
"It does, but Little Yu, your first bet and you’re going this big?"
She couldn’t know.
This wasn’t gambling—it was an open-book exam.
Despite her words, she obediently opened the score-betting interface.
Lin Yu couldn’t understand the English text, but numbers—scores and odds—were universal.
Sure enough, Mo Shangying’s platform offered more options.
Every possible scoreline from 0-0 to 10-10 was available.
Among them, the 7-1 odds stood at a staggering 6,500x!
If he put all ¥8,000 on 7-1, it’d turn into over 50 million!
But here’s the problem—
A freak scoreline like that, with a full bet?
How would he explain it to Mo Shangying after the match?
No way to justify it. Too suspicious!
Another potential danger is... can this channel actually cash out for him?
Most likely, they'll just deny it and run off with the money!
Mo Shangying explained, "Do you understand? These are the odds and corresponding multipliers. Which one do you want to bet on?"
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