On the bed.

Ye Mengfu counted on her fingers, trying to figure out how many zeros there were in 6500 times 600 yuan.

Before, she only knew that Lin Yu bought the high-odds 7-1.

But I don't know how high the specific magnification is.

After hearing Mo Shangying say the number of 3.9 million, Ye Mengfu was immersed in shock for a long time.

What concept?

That is to say.

If Brazil scores one more goal...

There will be a boy who is still in college and will make nearly four million overnight!

Not to mention that Ye Mengfu has little social connections, there has never been one around her, and she has never even heard of him.

The final minutes of the game.

The atmosphere in the bedroom became extremely hot.

In the 89th minute, the German team got another excellent opportunity to score a goal.

Mo Shangying's throat was choked and she held her breath tightly, not daring to exhale.

One more goal and it would be 8-0.

The score that Lin Yu bets on will also be Barbie Q!

Fortunately, this one-on-one shot went wide of the post.

It looked like the shot was not difficult, but it was a bit off target.

"call……"

Mo Shangying finally let out the breath he had been holding.

Ye Mengfu, who was standing by, also recovered from her stiff state.

Lin Yu looked at the two women and said with a smile:

"Haha, do you have to be so nervous?"

"In the last few minutes, the German team clearly had no desire to attack."

"Relax, it's just a football game."

These words came out.

The two women's eyes changed greatly when they looked at Lin Yu again.

Mo Shangying: A score that happens once in a century is about to be missed, how can you still be so relaxed?

Ye Mengfu: The difference between zero and three million and nine hundred thousand, can it be so easy?

Two girls: He has such a strong mentality!!

【bite!】

[Tianxiu's operation, Taishan collapsed in front of him but his heart remained calm, which made his fellow Taoists and the spell users of the Hehuan Sect admire him very much! ]

[Reward: 60 Spiritual Stones]

Lin Yu’s tail was about to reach the sky.

Is he panicking?

He's panicking!

As a great prophet of this era, why should he be panicked?

Just as Lin Yu predicted.

The last minute of the regular ninety minutes, the last thirty seconds...

The Brazilian team finally broke through the goal guarded by Neuer and scored a goal to save their reputation.

The score of 7-1 was successfully achieved!

Mo Shangying: “!!!”

Ye Mengfu: “!!!”

The two of them stared at the score on the TV screen, and were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a moment. It seemed like they had been gone for a while.

After a few dozen seconds of silence.

Mo Shangying flew into Lin Yu's arms unexpectedly, using his pajamas as a silencer:

“Ah…Ah!!”

"Xiao Yuzi...Oh no, Master!!"

"Why didn't I buy some with you? You actually came up with such an outrageous score."

"I just missed out on huge wealth and fame in my football career!!"

"Master, you&@%￥#%..."

Lin Yu could still hear the previous words clearly.

When he spoke the latter part, it seemed as if Mo Shangying had something in his mouth, and he was mumbling something, and it was impossible to understand what he was saying.

Just know that she is excited and upset.

Lin Yu held Mo Shangying's collar tightly with one hand, not because he was worried that she would fall.

I was worried that she would get too excited and fall down.

Lin Yu looked at Ye Mengfu helplessly and found that she was also staring at him.

Eyes met.

Ye Mengfu lowered her head subconsciously.

As if he couldn't contain his excitement, he looked over again and gave Lin Yu a thumbs up.

He whispered:

“Great… Awesome.”

For a socially anxious girl.

This was the greatest compliment she had mustered up her courage to say.

Although not as loud and noisy as Mo Shangying.

But it can also be seen that Ye Mengfu was shocked and excited a lot.

The excited cheers had not yet ended when the whistle for the end of the game sounded.

In this year's World Cup, there was no overtime of seven, eight, or even more than ten minutes.

The score was 7-1, with only two minutes of rubbish extra time.

The final score was 7-1!

After hearing the whistle for the end of the game, Mo Shangying took out his cell phone from his arms with his whole body flushed.

I opened an interface full of English and started operating quickly.

Ye Mengfu hesitated for a moment, unable to resist her curiosity.

He mustered up his courage and moved closer to Mo Shangying.

Lin Yu is curious about Ying Er...

Where did you get this phone from?

Inner pocket of pajamas?

Lin Yu temporarily retracted his curiosity and returned to the topic and asked:

"Ying'er, don't you usually have to wait for a while after the game before you can cash out your bonus?"

Mo Shangying shook his index finger and said:

"Master, you are talking about someone else. You don't need to wait here."

“Look…”

"The bonuses for the three of us are all here!"

Lin Yu looked carefully at the backstage that Mo Shangying was showing.

The balance is not an integer, but a specific number starting with 6 with zeros and rounded to a few cents.

He counted carefully and said suspiciously:

"Six, more than six million? You two also bet 7 to 1?"

Ye Mengfu shook her head:

"Fifty bucks... Germany wins."

Mo Shangying shook his head in frustration:

"Except for your 3.9 million, Master, the rest... is mine. I also bet on Germany to win."

"I'm so angry! If I had followed Master, I would be financially independent now!"

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