Chu Yang smiled slightly: "Every World Cup has its dark horses, but I think the biggest dark horse is Türkiye."

"A biased referee, a dark horse?" The middle-aged man chuckled.

I wanted to say something more, and then the car window opened.

"Dad, hurry up, I'm going to be late!"

The voice was like a nightingale singing in a valley. Chu Yang turned his head and saw a pure and pretty profile appear in the open car window.

Before I could even take a closer look, the car window was closed.

A silver angel girl, a fleeting glimpse.

"Thanks, young man, here's your ticket back." The middle-aged man handed the lottery ticket back to Chu Yang and then went into the lottery shop.

He seems to be a die-hard football fan. For a wealthy person of this caliber, buying lottery tickets is probably just a hobby.

"She's so beautiful! I've never seen such a pretty girl before. She's much prettier than School Beauty Su!" Han Dachun stared blankly at the Silver Angel sedan.

Unfortunately, the car windows were opaque, so you could only vaguely see the reflection of your reflection in them.

"Wipe your mouth. You can't see her, but she can see you," Chu Yang reminded him.

"Damn, you should have said so earlier!" Da Chun quickly turned around.

"Going home." Chu Yang hopped on his bicycle and glanced back at Silver Angel.

At this moment, the middle-aged man came out of the lottery shop and waved the lottery ticket in his hand at him.

"Young man, want to take a look at my betting strategy? It's completely the opposite of yours, hehe."

Chu Yang didn't mind chatting with this wealthy man for a while longer.

But then the Silver Angel's car window opened again.

"Dad, hurry up, we're going to be late."

That voice was so beautiful that Han Dachun felt completely smitten.

Seeing that Chu Yang and Da Chun were both looking at her, the girl quickly lowered her head and then swiftly rolled up the car window.

"Let's go right away, kid." The middle-aged man smiled at Chu Yang. "Let's go, we'll talk about football another time!"

Chu Yang waved to him.

The silver angel slowly drove away.

"I'm leaving now, Da Chun."

"Don't forget about the foot massage parlor."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely treat you if I win the lottery."

"Holy crap, you're trying to cheat!"

Chu Yang laughed heartily, pedaled his legs rapidly, and the bicycle of youth sped away.

As I turned the corner, I saw a beautiful figure standing there.

It's Su Lingxue.