On the bed.
Ye Mengfu counted on her fingers, trying to figure out how many zeros were in 600 multiplied by 6,500.
Before, she only knew that Lin Yu had bet on the high odds of 7-1.
But she had no idea just how high those odds really were.
After hearing Mo Shangying mention the figure of 3.9 million, Ye Mengfu was stuck in a daze of shock for a long time.
What did that even mean?
In other words...
If Brazil scored just one more goal...
A college-aged guy would suddenly rake in nearly four million overnight!
Ye Mengfu’s social circle was small, and she had never encountered—or even heard of—anything like this before.
The final minutes of the match.
The atmosphere in the bedroom grew unbearably tense.
In the 89th minute, Germany had another golden opportunity—a one-on-one with the goalkeeper.
Mo Shangying’s throat tightened, holding her breath, not daring to exhale.
One more goal, and it would be 8-0.
Lin Yu’s bet would be completely ruined!
Luckily, the shot veered wide, missing the post.
It looked like an easy chance, but the miss was shockingly off-target.
"Phew..."
Mo Shangying finally let out the breath she’d been holding.
Beside her, Ye Mengfu also relaxed from her frozen state.
Lin Yu chuckled at the two girls’ reactions.
"Haha, why are you two so nervous?"
"Germany’s clearly lost their attacking drive in these last few minutes."
"Relax, it’s just a game."
The moment he said this, the way the two girls looked at him changed completely.
Mo Shangying: He’s this calm even when missing out on a once-in-a-century scoreline?
Ye Mengfu: He’s this chill about the difference between zero and 3.9 million?
Both: His mental fortitude is insane!
[Ding!]
[Masterful display—unshaken even with catastrophe looming, earning admiration from both his Dao companion and the Joy Sect’s charm wielder!]
[Reward: 60 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu was practically floating with pride.
Was he nervous?
Hell no!
As a prophet of this era, what did he have to fear?
Just as Lin Yu had predicted...
In the final minute of regulation time, the last 30 seconds...
Brazil finally broke through Neuer’s defense, scoring a consolation goal.
The 7-1 scoreline was secured!
Mo Shangying: "!!!"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Both stared at the score on the TV screen, stunned into silence, as if their souls had briefly left their bodies.
After a few dozen seconds of silence...
Mo Shangying suddenly lunged at Lin Yu, burying her face in his pajamas to muffle her screams:
"Ah... AH!!"
"Little Yu... no, Master!!"
"Why didn’t I follow your bet?! How did you actually predict such an insane scoreline?!"
"I was this close to life-changing money, to the legendary bet of my football-watching career!!"
"Master, you &@%￥#%..."
At first, Lin Yu could still make out her words.
But soon, it sounded like she had something stuffed in her mouth—just garbled noises.
He got the gist: she was equal parts ecstatic and regretful.
Lin Yu gripped the back of Mo Shangying’s collar—not to keep her from falling, but to stop her from knocking him over in her excitement.
He glanced helplessly at Ye Mengfu, only to find her already staring at him.
Their eyes met.
Ye Mengfu instinctively looked away first.
But then, as if unable to contain herself, she turned back and gave Lin Yu a thumbs-up.
Softly, she murmured:
"So... impressive."
For a socially anxious girl like her, this was the highest form of praise she could muster.
Though not as loud as Mo Shangying’s outburst, her awe and excitement were just as palpable.
Before the celebration could settle, the final whistle blew.
Back then, the World Cup didn’t have those drawn-out stoppage times of seven or even ten-plus minutes.
For a 7-1 thrashing, they only added two minutes of garbage time.
The score remained 7-1!
As soon as the whistle sounded, Mo Shangying—still flushed—dug out her phone from who-knows-where (a hidden pajama pocket?) and pulled up an all-English interface, tapping rapidly.
Ye Mengfu hesitated, but curiosity got the better of her.
Summoning her courage, she leaned in to peek at Mo Shangying’s screen.
Lin Yu, meanwhile, was still baffled:
Where the hell did she pull that phone from?
Shaking off the distraction, he asked:
"Ying’er, don’t payouts usually take a while after the match?"
Mo Shangying wagged a finger.
"Master, that’s for other people. Not me."
"Look—"
"Our winnings are already here!"
Lin Yu examined the account balance she showed him.
It wasn’t a round number—just a precise figure starting with 6, down to the last cent.
After counting carefully, he frowned.
"Six... six million? You two also bet on 7-1?"
Ye Mengfu shook her head.
"Fifty bucks... on Germany to win."
Mo Shangying sighed.
"Aside from your 3.9 million, Master, the rest... is mine. I bet on Germany too."
"Ugh, if I’d just followed you, I’d be financially free by now!"
Lin Yu: "..."
You already are financially free!
Even as a complete amateur, Lin Yu knew that betting on a strong team’s victory rarely had odds above 2.
Which meant...
Mo Shangying had dropped seven figures on this!
And she’d kept telling him it was just "a tiny bit."
Though for her, maybe it really was pocket change.
Lin Yu had originally planned to share a bit of his winnings—a token of gratitude for Mo Shangying’s tip about the 7-1 scoreline.
But now...
Would a couple thousand even register to her?
Would it be insultingly small?
While Lin Yu was still reeling from Mo Shangying’s financial power, the rebellious disciple latched onto his arm again:
"Master, we’re counting on you for the final!"
"This time, whatever you say goes. I’ll be your most devoted follower."
"Little Fufu, wanna become his disciple too?"
Lin Yu stroked his chin. "Whatever I say goes?"
Mo Shangying nodded eagerly. "Absolutely!"
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yu made his move:
"Your master has a request..."
"Good disciple, if I wanted to investigate someone—dig up whether they’re shady or criminal—"
"Would that be too much trouble for you?"
Now that he was officially "Master," he might as well use the title to his advantage.
The matter of protecting the sect had been weighing on him.
Mo Shangying snapped her fingers.
"Piece of cake. Just give me a phone number, name, or whatever."
"I’ll have their entire life story—clean, dirty, and everything in between."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Damn.
Professionals really are on another level.
He pressed further: "Aren’t you worried I might use this for something bad?"
Mo Shangying smiled. "The master I know isn’t that kind of person. I’m well aware of that, and besides..."
Lin Yu frowned. "Besides what?"
Mo Shangying’s grin widened, oozing slyness.
"Besides, I just happen to have a teensy-weensy little favor to ask of you, Master.
"If I help you out, you can’t just abandon your dear disciple, can you?"
Lin Yu: "..."
"Teensy-weensy," my ass!
He had completely lost faith in that particular measure of quantity.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
