Chapter 63

62, Chinese national team VS Korean team! 10.35 million! So excited I’m incoherent! !

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There were many people at the barbecue stall, and by the time the World Cup qualifiers began, the barbecue Lin Mo had ordered had not been served yet.

The idle family started watching the soccer match.

Lin Xiaoxiao pointed at the TV and asked, “Daddy, which one is our country’s team?”

Lin Mo explained, “The red one is ours, and the black one is Kore Country.”

At this moment,

the soccer match had also begun, and the crowd around them had likewise grown lively.

Cheers, applause, and toasts intermingled, adding warmth to the chilly autumn night.

Less than a minute into the game, the referee blew the whistle.

All the players on the soccer field stopped, and the camera zoomed in on a player who had been knocked down.

By the looks of it, Huaxia’s number 4 had knocked down Kore Country’s number 17, but Lin Mo wasn’t too clear about the exact names of the two individuals.

He had watched mostly the big five leagues at the betting shop and was fairly familiar with the rules, recognizing only Wu Lei and Wei Shihao from the Huaxia Team.

The match continued,

and even though Lin Mo knew the final outcome, he was still inevitably a bit nervous.

The investment was too large,

and if it paid off, it would be more than seven million—a temptation no ordinary person from the lower strata could remain calm about.

Moreover, from Lin Mo’s limited soccer experience, the Huaxia Team was playing quite well today, at least not like the divine maneuvers’ he had seen in previous short videos.

Around the seventh minute, Kore Country seized the opportunity to attack, with several players coordinating to press towards the Huaxia Team’s penalty area.

The Huaxia Team hurried back to defend, and the area in front of the goal descended into chaos.

Toot!!!

The referee blew the whistle again and pointed to the twelve-yard spot.

“Damn it!”

“Stupid referee!”

“What’s going on? How could that get called?”

“A penalty kick, are you joking?”

“There’s definitely something wrong with this referee, I could tell from the start!”

The barbecue stall instantly erupted into chaos, with many clients wearing Huaxia Team jerseys starting to curse furiously.

It wasn’t just them,

Lin Mo could clearly hear high-pitched cursing from the stands in the live broadcast.

The sudden disturbance frightened Lin Xiaoxiao, causing her body to shiver. She instinctively shrunk her neck and, holding onto Lin Mo, asked, “Daddy, what happened?”

Lin Mo patted her small head and comforted, “Don’t be afraid, the uncles are protesting the referee’s unfair penalty.”

“Did you see the action of the referee in the yellow shirt in the live broadcast earlier?”

Lin Mo mimicked blowing a whistle and pointed, continuing his explanation, “Blowing the whistle means a pause in the game, and where he pointed is called the twelve-yard spot, which means a penalty kick.”

“This means that just now, one of our country’s players committed a foul and has to give the other team a penalty kick.”

Lin Xiaoxiao then asked, “What’s a penalty kick?”

“A penalty kick…” Seeing his daughter’s interest, Lin Mo patiently explained, “You see the player in black with the number seven, he’s standing in front of the goal ready to shoot. Everyone except the goalkeeper can only stand behind him, and that’s a penalty kick.”

“Compared to goals scored during play, penalty kicks are a bit easier.”

No sooner had Lin Mo finished his explanation than Kore Country’s number 7, Son Heung-Min, kicked the ball fiercely, sending it with a curve straight into the net.

The barbecue stall burst into further uproar, drowned in a cacophony of curses.

When the noise had quieted down slightly, Lin Xiaoxiao nodded as if she understood and muttered to herself, “This guy called Son is quite impressive!” Son?

Lin Mo paused for a moment and then asked, “What son?”

Lin Xiaoxiao pointed proudly at the number 7 player on the screen and said, “We learned the English word on his back in school. SON means son…”

Before his daughter could finish speaking, Lin Mo quickly gestured for her to be quiet.

Right next to their table were several women speaking Huaxia, wearing Tottenham’s number 7 Son Heung-Min jerseys, and even holding Kore Country flags.

The national team match, supporting other countries…

Lin Mo knew deep down that such women were definitely not to be trifled with.

If they heard their own daughter calling Son Heung-Min “son,” who knows what would happen.

Lin Mo wasn’t afraid, but just felt that it wasn’t necessary to let these people affect his good mood for the day. Better to avoid trouble if possible.

Luckily, they were excitedly waving the Kore Country flag, celebrating their idol’s goal and hadn’t noticed their conversation.

Soon,

the tasty barbecue was served.

Li Jinwen picked up his favorite grilled gluten and after taking a bite, he said, “Honey, I feel like something’s off. How come you know so much about soccer now?”

“Didn’t you never watch the games before?”

Uh?

Ah…?

How should he answer this!

Maybe because he had a guilty conscience, Lin Mo always felt a bit unnatural. He pretended to swallow the food in his mouth before he said, “I’ve just been catching up on my knowledge recently.”

“After all, we run a sports lottery, and the most popular bets are on soccer. I can’t be clueless about it, right?”

Listening to her husband’s explanation, Li Jinwen nodded and didn’t say anything more.

She always felt that her husband had been acting strange lately, not only developing some new hobbies like fishing and soccer, but his luck was unbelievably good too.

In the past half month, everything he did made money, as if divinely assisted.

But even though Li Jinwen was very smart, she could only think of the “expert” that Lin Mo often mentioned, and couldn’t possibly imagine the existence of a system or a supernatural entity.

The family chatted, ate barbecue, and watched the soccer match.

Time flew by.

Following Kore Country’s number 7, Son Heung-Min, scoring a penalty, in the 44th minute of the first half, from a Kore Country corner kick, Son Heung-Min scored with a header, doubling his tally.

The on-site fans cursed even more fiercely.

However, unlike what Lin Mo saw previously in the comments section of short videos, there were virtually no insults directed at Huaxia players at the site; all the anger was focused on the referee.

Even with his limited soccer experience, Lin Mo could tell that the referee’s decisions seemed to be somewhat problematic.

Kore Country had several questionable plays not called, while Huaxia Team was often stopped just as they mounted a threatening attack.

Until the 86th minute of the second half, Kore Country’s number 7, Son Heung-Min, delivered a cross from a free-kick, and a teammate’s header breached the net once more.

The score finally settled at 03.

Even Lin Mo had to admit that Kore Country’s “son” was indeed the highest-valued star in Asia and really had some skills.

The barbecue restaurant had lost many customers, and the ground was littered with torn sports lottery tickets.

Clearly,

most people had not bet correctly, and were too angry to eat anymore.

Li Jinwen and Lin Xiaoxiao initially wanted to leave, but Lin Mo insisted on staying a bit longer as he hadn’t had enough to eat.

After four minutes of added time, the referee blew the final whistle, and the score remained at 03.

Seeing the score finalized, Lin Mo’s pupils involuntarily contracted sharply.

Which means…

75 tickets of 20,000 each, multiplied by the odds of 6.9, totaled an income of 1035 million, and after deducting costs, a profit of 8.6 million!

In just half a month,

Lin Mo’s total savings skyrocketed from less than 200,000 to a net worth of tens of millions.

Excitement, thrill, uncontrollable happiness; even the muscles on his body were trembling slightly non-stop.

Li Jinwen noticed Lin Mo’s unusual behavior and asked with a frown, “Honey, what’s wrong with you?”

“No… no… nothing…” Lin Mo gulped, trying to feign composure but utterly failing to do so, and quickly said, “It’s windy, so cold, let’s hurry up and go. It really is a bit chilly!!!”

“Daddy, here, let Xiaoxiao hug…”

“Pfft, Xiaoxiao, come here, let Daddy give you a hug!”

[New books are tough, looking for monthly passes, looking for recommendation tickets]