The descriptions of the four rewards weren’t hard to understand.
Translated, they were:
Weather forecast;
All-access pass;
Language master;
Tiger’s Roar Pill!
The practicality of the first three rewards was self-evident.
From now on, he wouldn’t even need to check the weather forecast—he’d practically become a meteorology expert!
An all-access pass…
That felt a little insulting!
Couldn’t he just buy a car?
Did he really have to ride free buses forever?
If his fellow sect members saw him, they’d think he couldn’t afford one!
As for mastering the art of language…
Well, it never hurt to have more skills.
He wasn’t interacting with any foreigners at the moment, so it wasn’t immediately useful.
The reward that would actually come in handy right away was the last one…
The [Red Veil Dragon-Tiger Pill]!
And soon, he’d get to test its power.
He wondered if Ying’er’s delicate frame could withstand the might of a dragon and tiger?
Mo Shangying, standing beside him, noticed the meaningful look Lin Yu gave her.
She teased him playfully:
“Master, are you cold?”
“Should the three of us share a blanket?”
Lin Yu: “!!!”
He knew exactly what she was implying with the blanket.
But now, such a trivial trick couldn’t satisfy him anymore.
Besides,
Ye Mengfu was right there with them.
Her attention was probably fixed on him too.
If they were caught doing anything inappropriate, it would only lead to unnecessary trouble.
“It’s so hot today—how could I be cold?”
Lin Yu shot Ying’er a look, silently telling her to behave for now.
Ying’er, ever obedient, understood.
Saving their energy for later was the wise move.
No need to waste it recklessly.
The World Cup final was gripping enough to hold their attention.
Ying’er seemed thoroughly engrossed in the game,
and she didn’t provoke Lin Yu further.
……
Early in the first half of the final,
Germany’s defense made a sloppy pass.
Argentina’s striker clearly hadn’t expected such a basic mistake.
With a near one-on-one chance, he took a terrible shot.
Mo Shangying exhaled in relief:
“Phew… that was close!”
“Thank goodness ‘Little Smokey’ wasn’t ready!”
“Almost, almost…”
She then glanced at Lin Yu.
Lin Yu took a sip of cola, calm as ever:
“Why panic? I told you it’d end 0-0 after ninety minutes.”
“No matter how many chances they waste, I’ve already bribed all twenty players!”
Ye Mengfu timidly corrected:
“There are… twenty-two players on the field.”
Lin Yu pretended not to hear: “…”
He didn’t follow soccer closely—how was he supposed to know?
A short while later,
Messi made a brilliant pass to the right wing.
The winger charged forward like a madman and crossed into the box.
“Little Smokey,” perfectly positioned, tapped it in effortlessly.
Mo Shangying’s eyes widened: “A goal!?”
Ye Mengfu covered her mouth in shock: “Huh?”
Lin Yu downed his cola: “Relax… the ref’s on my payroll too!”
Sure enough,
the assistant referee raised the flag—offside.
Mo Shangying: “Hahaha, it really was offside! Master, your eyes are sharp—I didn’t even notice!”
Ye Mengfu mumbled under her breath: “Thank goodness…”
The rest of the match was a back-and-forth battle.
Near misses, wasted chances, and close calls piled up.
By the final whistle, the score remained exactly as Lin Yu had predicted—0-0!
“Ah&%#@…”
“Aah%#@…”
Around 6 a.m.,
Lin Yu’s room echoed with Ying’er’s excited whispers.
She still had enough sense not to scream too loudly.
At this hour, she might wake up the neighbors.
The more excited she got, the more curious Lin Yu became.
Just how much had this girl bet?
Did she go all-in?
Why was she so hyped?
Soon,
after tormenting little Fufu,
her excitement spread to Lin Yu.
Mo Shangying grabbed his shoulders and shook him wildly:
“Master! You’re a god!”
“I hereby crown you the God of Soccer!!!”
“I’ve watched so many games, but this is the first time I’ve ever guessed the score right!”
“You’re truly blessed—trusting you was the best decision I ever made!”
“…”
[Ding!]
[Showstopper move! Your flawless prediction left your dao companions in awe (2)!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones (2)]
Ying’er’s flattery actually made Lin Yu feel a little smug.
He rarely bet on soccer, so he didn’t realize how hard it was to predict the exact score—especially with a single bet.
In his excitement,
he glanced at Ye Mengfu.
She clenched her fists, discreetly making a tiny victory gesture before quickly hiding it.
A happy smile crept onto her lips.
When she noticed Lin Yu watching, she blushed and lowered her head.
“Fufu, how much did you bet today?”
Lin Yu asked, amused by her adorable celebration.
Ye Mengfu whispered:
“0-0… seventy yuan.”
Lin Yu gave her a thumbs-up.
Even after his bold 7-1 prediction,
she’d stuck to her usual habits, unfazed by the temptation of big wins.
Her ability to stay true to herself, resisting greed, was truly admirable.
The extra twenty yuan this time…
was probably because Lin Yu had made the prediction.
……
The three of them watched the entire match, including extra time,
witnessing Germany’s victory in the 2014 World Cup.
With 120 minutes of play, plus halftime, extra time breaks, and stoppage time…
By the time the trophy ceremony ended, it was almost 7 a.m.
Exhausted, Ying’er and Fufu didn’t even have the energy to go back to their own rooms.
They collapsed onto Lin Yu’s bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Yu didn’t push them to keep celebrating.
Instead, he draped a blanket over them.
Then, he quietly opened the [System Store].
Before the store refreshed, he wanted to make a few purchases.
Staring at [Available Spirit Stones: 5040] and the dazzling array of items,
Lin Yu sighed for the first time—spirit stones were never enough.
His plan to buy out the store daily was clearly unrealistic.
He’d have to prioritize the essentials.
[Ding!]
[Spent 3000 spirit stones to purchase indoor artifact ‘Chaotic Crimson Silk’!]
[Ding!]
[Spent 2000 spirit stones to purchase indoor artifact ‘Frostfire Candle’!]
……

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