Hexagonal God

Chapter 42 Prodigal Son
During the intermission, the atmosphere in the booth was very lively.

Lin Dahe raised his glass frequently, and soon the table was filled with wine bottles.

After this banquet, at least a few thousand dollars will not be enough.

The most handsome Su Mo became a marginalized person, because in the eyes of others, gambling on football had nothing to do with him anymore, and everyone was laughing at his joke.

Li Jingru's eyes would occasionally sweep over and look at Su Mo with a somewhat cold look.

"Is this a complete loss of hope?"

Su Mo thought about this and actually felt relieved.

Having liked Li Jingru for three years, at this moment, Su Mo felt that he had completely let go.

From now on, we are just strangers.

I, Su Mo, have nothing to do with you anymore. From now on, I can do whatever I want.

The system's voice suddenly sounded at this moment.

[Congratulations to the host for opening up his heart and successfully activating a certain temperament, the prodigal son.]

Prodigal: A passive temperament. A prodigal is someone who doesn't work, is uninhibited, drifts aimlessly, and is also a playboy. From now on, you are like the wind, like the clouds, someone who makes people feel that they have a story, someone who makes people feel distressed. Unrestrained is your label.

[Congratulations to the host for activating the second temperament. You received a reward, the prodigal's long eyelashes. You received a reward, and your height increased by one centimeter. You received a reward, and your strength increased by one centimeter.]

Su Mo was stunned, completely stunned.

This is really an unexpected gain. I originally planned to come here to drink and bet on football, but I didn’t expect such a good thing to happen.

He immediately wanted to see the changes in himself, so without saying hello to anyone, he got up and went to the bathroom.

When he arrived at the bathroom, Su Mo came to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

There are changes.

First of all, his height has indeed increased. He is now 178 cm tall.

And more importantly, his eyelashes have grown longer.

Su Mo's eyes are of a decent size, a little bigger than average, and she also has double eyelids.

But the eyelashes are just ordinary eyelashes, nothing special.

Now when I look in the mirror, I feel that my eyelashes seem to have grown longer, and when I blink, my eyes appear more lively.

"It seems to be just like that, not much has changed."

Su Mo thought about it, lowered his eyes, then picked up his phone and took a selfie.

When he opened it and saw the effect, he was stunned.

It’s not very obvious when viewed from the front, but the effect is completely different with this high-definition image.

His eyes were lowered, and his long eyelashes looked like two small fans, making him look completely different.

The eyes hidden by eyelashes look a little fragile, a little sad, and feel hazy.

Su Mo thought it was great, and he knew very well that the ones who thought it was better were probably the girls.

Not everyone can have long eyelashes. Only sophisticated boys can have this special equipment.

Girls all have maternal instincts, and this kind of delicate and beautiful eyelashes can really touch their nature and may make them like it more.

Su Mo was thinking when he saw a person appear in the mirror behind him.

Zhou Jiayi.

This girl had been ignoring him just now, but when she saw Su Mo standing in front of the mirror with his eyes lowered, she actually stopped.

When Su Mo raised his eyes, he saw Zhou Jiayi staring at him in a daze.

When Su Mo looked over with an inquiring look, Zhou Jiayi spoke.

"Su Mo, the temporary victory or defeat is not important. I believe in you in my heart. You will definitely succeed. Don't be discouraged. It hurts to see you like this."

"Ah! Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Well, don't be like this, you'll be fine. Come on!"

As she spoke, Zhou Jiayi made a fist-clenching gesture to Su Mo to cheer him on, and her eyes were actually a little moist.

Is she sympathizing with me? Is she feeling sorry for me?

Su Mo felt a little bit upset.

No, no, I can't have a deep conversation with her. If I have too much contact with this woman, Xiao Su's innocence will be in jeopardy.

Su Mo turned around and went into the bathroom without saying a word.

He wants to see Xiao Su.

Five minutes later, Su Mo came out, feeling very satisfied. Little Su was now only a centimeter away from being the male protagonist in online novels.

He can do it, he can counterattack, he can surpass.

Within the system, his three scores have changed again.

【Appearance: 79.】

【Body size, 83.】

【Strength, 69.】

Add two for appearance and figure, and five for strength.

It’s just that these pants are a little too short. I guess I’ll have to go shopping for clothes again tomorrow.

Su Mo came back and went straight into the booth.

The lights in the room were not very bright, and no one noticed Su Mo's changes and continued to watch the game.

Zhou Jiayi began to raise her glass continuously, clinking glasses with Su Mo and drinking. There was understanding and comfort in her eyes, and the meaning was very clear.

Susan, don’t be discouraged, I will be with you, come on!

This made Su Mo a little depressed. Does a prodigal like me need your comfort?

But he didn't say anything. Just drink it. You have to go to the modeling company to continue the shooting tomorrow. It's okay to drink a little more today.

After more than 50 minutes of the game, the situation on the field changed again.

The Thai team intercepted the ball in front of the penalty area, and in the chaos, the football was kicked into the Chinese national team's goal again.

This time, the bar was completely quiet.

Everyone, including Lin Dahe and the others, were dumbfounded.

Trailing 1-3, the bet on 3-2 was completely lost.

Lin Dahe was heartbroken, but today was his graduation banquet and he was the one treating, so he had to hold on.

By the way, there is also Su Mo. Su Mo lost more than me.

Lin Dahe raised his glass to Su Mo, a rare gesture. "Su Mo, let's have a drink. We are in this together, brothers. We are all done."

Su Mo and Lin Dahe clinked glasses and explained after finishing their drinks: "Your match is over, but my score is still uncertain."

"Ah! There's still suspense? How is that possible? It's already 1-3."

Su Mo shrugged: "Chen Xiaowei was wrong, I bet on the Chinese national football team 1-5 Thailand."

"What? You bet on Thailand to win. What do you think?"

Su Mo smiled and said, "Isn't this a normal thing?"

Lin Dahe fell silent and became nervous at the same time.

Now the score is 1-3. If Su Mo really wins, how much money will he win?
The booth fell silent, and everyone held their breath, staring intently at the TV.

As for who wants Su Mo to win and who wants him to lose, only they themselves know.

For the next thirty minutes, the bar became noisy.

Because the Chinese national football team played so badly.

The young Thai players intercepted the ball and counterattacked again and again, and the youthful storm hit the goal of the Chinese national football team.

1-4, 1-5!

When the score was frozen at 1-5 at the end of the game, shouts for Camacho to be fired were heard at the Hefei Sports Center.

The people in the bar also started shouting and cursing, and no one noticed what was happening in the booth.

Su Mo won!

It's not 8 to 1, it's 12 to 1. I bet 70,000 and won 770,000!
Li Jingru's eyes trembled as she looked at Su Mo, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

Chen Xiaowei suddenly remembered something, as if she had suddenly been enlightened.

"Jingru, come with me to the bathroom."

Having said that, without caring about Li Jingru's reaction, he pulled her straight to the bathroom.

"What are you doing? Why do you have to pull me?" Li Jingru was a little dissatisfied, but she remembered that she was a lady and could not move too much, so she did not struggle.

Chen Xiaowei ignored Li Jingru's green tea behavior and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Su Mo. Su Mo's bet wasn't 70,000, it was 700,000!"

Li Jingru opened her mouth wide and looked at Chen Xiaowei, her whole body motionless like a frozen movie scene.

(End of this chapter)