Let go of that girl, come at me

The live broadcast of the World Cup semifinals began.

During the player entrance phase, Lin Yu wasn’t idle.

For tonight’s grand football feast,

Lin Yu generously contributed an assortment of flavored chips and an already-opened pack of sunflower seeds from his room.

As for drinks, he even brought out the last two cans of Pepsi from the fridge,

selflessly offering them to the two girls while settling for plain water himself.

His efforts were handsomely rewarded.

[Ding!]

[Generous Hospitality: Using his limited supplies to selflessly entertain two senior sect members, displaying true leadership!]

[Reward: 40 Spirit Stones]

400 bucks effortlessly earned—enough to buy several times more snacks.

This "Generous Hospitality" was absolutely worth it!

But Lin Yu’s gains weren’t just financial; the atmosphere paid off even more…

"Little Yu, isn’t that angle on the chair uncomfortable for you?"

"Come sit with us. It’s your bed, after all—no reason for us to hog it without leaving you a third."

"Hehe, Little Fufu’s a bit shy, so she can sit next to me!"

Faced with such an invitation, Lin Yu naturally obliged.

After settling beside Mo Shangying, he even tossed a summer quilt to the girls:

"If the AC gets too cold, you can cover up."

Truly embodying the motto: "I’m the epitome of a considerate man."

Mo Shangying, however, had no interest in the quilt. She bounced up, dashed to the bedside, and turned off the bedroom lights.

"This is the best atmosphere for watching football."

"Little Yu’s room is great—the TV screen is way bigger than my computer monitor!"

A rather pointless observation, admittedly.

But watching in the dark did enhance the mood.

The whistle blew.

The match officially began.

Players from both teams quickly shifted into battle mode.

Most of the names mentioned by the commentator were unfamiliar to Lin Yu—he was purely here for the spectacle.

In the first three minutes,

Brazil aggressively pressed for an early advantage, launching two waves of attacks,

including one dangerously close shot.

Judging by the momentum, it hardly looked like they’d suffer a crushing defeat.

Mo Shangying watched intently, muttering critiques:

"Ah! Muller, Muller, intercept him!"

"That shot was terrifying—Marcelo, you’re a defender! Stop trying to score!"

"Why is Brazil playing so fiercely? Neymar isn’t even playing, and they’re still this aggressive?"

"..."

Her tension was palpable.

The bag of chips she’d been holding since kickoff remained unopened.

In contrast,

Ye Mengfu, sitting on the other side, enjoyed her own serene moment.

"Crunch… crunch…"

She nibbled on chips one by one, occasionally nodding in satisfaction—

not at the game, but at the snack’s flavor.

"Little Yu, you said Germany would win, right?"

"Something about a dream, a football god… that can’t be wrong, can it?"

Mo Shangying anxiously sought reassurance from Lin Yu.

He poked her forehead and muttered,

"Just how much did you bet? You’re more nervous than the players on the field."

Mo Shangying pinched her fingers together:

"Just… a tiny bit."

Yeah, right.

More like she’d wagered a house.

Seeing no honesty there, Lin Yu turned to Ye Mengfu:

"Little Fu, did you bet too? Which team?"

Ye Mengfu answered honestly:

"Mhm, fifty bucks… on Germany."

Now that’s how you enjoy a match.

No houses or lands at stake—just a small wager to spice things up.

If not for knowing the outcome in advance, Lin Yu wouldn’t even bet ten bucks.

"Little Fu has great taste. Germany’s definitely winning."

Lin Yu gave a thumbs-up.

Ye Mengfu paused mid-chip, nodding obediently.

As Mo Shangying’s best friend, she’d watched plenty of matches under her influence.

Normally, predicting results was near impossible.

Football was unpredictable, with goals often dripping in drama—sometimes even scripted.

Even mismatched teams could pull off upsets.

So, Ye Mengfu never trusted stats or odds.

Yet today, for some reason,

Lin Yu’s confidence in Germany’s victory felt… believable.

By the 10th minute,

The inevitable arrived.

Germany’s corner kick led to Muller’s one-touch volley in the box, breaking the deadlock.

0-1!

Germany took the lead away from home.

"It’s here!"

"Ger—mmph!"

The moment the goal landed, Mo Shangying sprang up in excitement.

Before she could erupt into cheers, Lin Yu swiftly covered her mouth.

"Hey, hey, Ying’er, don’t disturb the neighbors!"

"It’s the middle of the night—we might not be sleeping, but others are!"

Lin Yu hurriedly reminded her.

Ye Mengfu watched their antics with a quiet, reserved smile.

"Sorry, sorry! Got too carried away!"

"That goal was slick—there’ll be more for sure, yay~"

Mo Shangying toned down her volume but couldn’t suppress her exhilaration.

Lin Yu knew more were coming.

This was just the first—Germany had six more in store.

If Mo Shangying howled at every goal,

Aunt Qimeng would storm in by the third, putting an end to their secret gathering.

The brief calm lasted only ten minutes.

By the 22nd minute, Germany struck again.

0-2!

Remembering Lin Yu’s warning, Mo Shangying avoided a full-blown celebration.

But with no outlet for her euphoria,

She lunged at Ye Mengfu instead:

"Yesss, two goals! This match is in the bag!"

"Little Fufu, let this queen kiss you—no escaping!"

Caught off guard, Ye Mengfu was easily pinned down.

The two girls put on a breathtaking show right before Lin Yu.

The bashful Ye Mengfu kicked her long, slender legs wildly under her nightdress,

while weakly protesting in a whisper:

"Ying’er… stop…"

Lin Yu: "!!!"

Was this level of excitement necessary? The scoreline would get even wilder!

He seriously wanted to pull Mo Shangying aside and lecture her sternly:

"Let that girl go—if you’re so bold, come at me instead!"