[Ding!]
[What a show-off move! The host actually allowed two elders from the Joyous Sect to indulge in passionate embraces on his own bed—quite the spectacle!]
[Reward: 40 spirit stones]
Lin Yu: "..."
Sometimes, the system's rewards could be utterly absurd.
Who knew even being a spectator could earn rewards?
Soon enough.
The players proved with their performance that Mo Shangying had celebrated too soon.
In the 24th minute of the match.
The German team scored yet another goal, breaking through Brazil's defense once more.
0-3!
Mo Shangying was living proof of the saying "showering equal affection on all."
Having just calmed down, she agilely leaped from behind Lin Yu, landing squarely on his shoulders.
If not for Lin Yu's upgraded stability, the sudden impact might have sent her tumbling off the bed.
No wonder so many people ended up jumping off buildings over football matches.
Mo Shangying's behavior was the very embodiment of a rabid fan.
Were all football fans around the world this crazy?
Or was it just those who had placed bets?
Lin Yu didn’t understand football fans, but he did understand Mo Shangying...
The moment she climbed onto him, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her legs to keep her steady.
Yeah, purely for safety.
Sure enough.
The next second.
Mo Shangying ruffled Lin Yu's hair, barely containing her excitement as she squealed:
"Little Yu, you're my god!"
"Germany's leading 3-0! Do you know what this means?"
"In World Cup semifinals, no team has ever come back from a three-goal deficit!"
"Germany’s already got one foot in the finals!"
Lin Yu steadied her swaying figure and grumbled:
"I don’t know which foot Germany’s stepping forward with, but if you keep wiggling, you’ll definitely fall!"
Ye Mengfu had already raised her arms, ready to catch Mo Shangying if she toppled over.
Given how recklessly she was moving, it seemed inevitable.
"Be careful..." Ye Mengfu reminded with a soft smile.
Seeing her best friend so thrilled made her happy too.
Mo Shangying quickly climbed down and knelt beside Lin Yu, eyes sparkling:
"Master Yu, how did you predict this so accurately?"
"It’s only the 24th minute, and the score you bet on might actually happen!"
"How did you do it? No one saw Germany being this dominant before!"
"Master, please take me as your disciple! You must be some hidden genius with a secret prediction method!"
Ye Mengfu curled her legs up, resting her chin on her knees as she sneakily glanced at Lin Yu.
His prediction had come true—Germany was winning!
Now, she was even more curious whether his exact score bet would hit.
Earlier, during their pre-match chat, she’d learned Lin Yu had bet 600 bucks on Germany beating Brazil 7-1.
Though she hadn’t reacted as intensely as Mo Shangying, she hadn’t believed such a ridiculous scoreline was possible either.
Now, it seemed like an unprecedented thrashing might actually happen.
Lin Yu stretched his shoulders smugly:
"Of course my bet’s got a shot."
"Take a closer look—what’s the score now?"
The two girls turned back to the screen.
Just one minute after the restart, Germany scored again—0-4!
Four goals in 25 minutes. A completely one-sided slaughter.
This was a World Cup semifinal!
Fans around the world were bound to lose their minds tonight, especially those who’d bet on Germany.
Mo Shangying was beyond stunned.
Her bet on Germany winning was 99% secured now.
But what truly excited her was discovering a "prophet" in their midst!
Earlier, she’d mocked Lin Yu for his "divine dream" nonsense.
Now, she was low-key envious—was there really such a thing as mystical luck?
Could Germany really score seven against Brazil?
By the 28th minute, when Germany netted their fifth goal, Mo Shangying completely lost it.
She knelt beside Lin Yu again, practically begging:
"Master Yu, have mercy—please take me as your disciple!"
Lin Yu sat upright, arms crossed, feigning arrogance:
"Have you ever seen a god get ridden like a horse by their worshipper?"
"Or a master treated like a steed by their disciple?"
"Sorry, no disciples—only mounts!"
Mo Shangying caught the irritation in his tone and quickly backpedaled:
"My bad, my bad! A disciple can totally be a mount too!"
"If Master’s still upset, you can ride me back!"
"I’m pretty sturdy—I can handle it!"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "???"
What kind of wild talk was this?!
Seriously, her best friend was right there!
If Ye Mengfu weren’t around...
Lin Yu might’ve actually taken her up on the offer.
Who could resist a devoted disciple-mount?
Especially one who seemed eager to "rebel" against her master.
"Cut it out. I said no. It was just a lucky dream—what’s the point of taking you on?"
To maintain his act, Lin Yu painfully declined.
Not that he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t.
He knew next to nothing about football beyond this 7-1 massacre and another match where Messi lost in extra time.
If he pretended to be an expert now, he’d be exposed later.
Mo Shangying still refused to believe it was pure luck.
Even if it was, having a ridiculously lucky guide couldn’t hurt, right?
Hong Kong movies loved this trope—some unassuming guy blessed with god-tier fortune.
To her, Lin Yu’s rejection was just him being petty.
The fastest way to a man’s heart?
Through his... other organs first!
"Master, give me a chance!"
"Taking me as your disciple will bring way more benefits than drawbacks..."
Mo Shangying batted her lashes, her sly gaze screaming mischief.
Lin Yu’s mind raced.
Her so-called "benefits" definitely meant something else, right?
As he puzzled over it—
Mo Shangying rubbed her legs and casually remarked:
"Master, your AC’s kinda chilly."
"Xiao Fufu, let’s share the blanket—don’t catch a cold. Your nightgown’s thin too."
Ye Mengfu took one side obediently: "Mm, thanks Ying’er."
Mo Shangying draped the other half over Lin Yu’s crossed legs:
"Master, cover up too. Wouldn’t want you freezing."
Three people under one blanket?
The vibe was getting dangerously intimate.
Lin Yu braced his hands on the bed, insisting sternly:
"Ying’er, stop calling me master. I never agreed to—"
His words died mid-sentence.
A small, sneaky hand had just slithered under the blanket toward him.
Damn it!
So THIS was the "benefit" she meant?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
