We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

Beside him, Zhao Peng slammed his hand on the keyboard.

"Damn it! The screen went black again!"

On the screen, his Sword Soul character lay pitifully on the ground, his resurrection coins completely depleted.

Zhao Peng scratched his hair in frustration, took off his headphones, and gulped down a large mouthful of iced cola from the table.

"Chenzi, what were you typing on that black box just now? It looked like you were reading gibberish."

"Just looking up some information."

Ye Chen casually closed the document, smiling innocently.

Zhao Peng rolled his eyes but didn't press the matter.

His attention was quickly drawn to the noise coming from the bar area.

"It's starting! It's starting!"

"Go Portugal! I've bet fifty bucks on a win, draw, or loss!"

On the television, the whistle officially blew on the green field.

Zhao Peng pulled his chair out a little and craned his neck to look over.

"Chenzi, do you watch football?"

"No rush, let them run for a while first."

Ye Chen unscrewed the cap of the cola bottle and took a sip of the cold liquid.

The first half has reached the 29th minute.

Portugal executed a brilliant attacking move.

Meireles received the ball and fired a shot that went straight into the top corner.

One to zero.

Immediately, someone excitedly slammed their hand on the table in front of the bar.

"nice shot!"

"I told you Portugal had it in the bag!"

A burly, shirtless man next to him slurped up a mouthful of instant noodles and nonchalantly curled his lip.

"What's there to get so excited about?"

"North Korea's defense is tough; even five-time champions Brazil only managed to score against them once in the last match."

"Portugal will win by a maximum of two or three goals at most in this match."

Ye Chen leaned back in his gaming chair, a playful smile curving his lips.

Two or three?

These people were completely unaware of the impending massacre.

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Fifty-third minute.

Simão received the ball inside the penalty area and unleashed a powerful shot that went through the defense and found the back of the net.

Two to zero.

Another cheer erupted in the internet cafe.

But only three minutes later.

Fifty-sixth minute.

Almeida pounced on the loose ball in front of the goal and headed it powerfully into the net.

Three to zero.

This made the people playing games in the lobby restless.

Several players who were grinding in the dungeon immediately stopped playing and stood up to move closer to the TV.

Zhao Peng's eyes widened as he turned to look at Ye Chen.

"Holy crap, is Portugal on steroids today? They're so strong!"

Ye Chen remained calm, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"The real show has only just begun."

Sixtieth minute.

Thiago made a run down the middle and easily slotted the ball into the net.

Four to zero.

The internet cafe owner didn't even notice when his cigarette butt fell to the ground.

He leaned out halfway, his face full of disbelief.

"Is North Korea's rear defense line made of paper? It's completely falling apart!"

The bettors next to them, who were betting on whether to win or lose, had already started cursing.

"That's four already, the rest of the time is just wasted time!"

Another twenty minutes passed.

Eighty-first minute.

Liedson capitalized on a mistake by the opposing defender and easily scored on the rebound.

Five to zero.

The entire internet cafe lobby erupted in cheers.

The sound of keyboard typing almost disappeared, and everyone stared intently at the 29-inch screen.

"This is insane! This is insane!"

"Five goals in a single match! The most lopsided scoreline of this World Cup is out!"

"Who the hell could have guessed that?"

Zhao Peng was so excited that he grabbed Ye Chen's arm and shook it hard.

"Chenzi! Five to zero! Five to zero!"

"If someone had been out of their mind and bet on the score, wouldn't they be rushing to pick up their car right now?"

Ye Chen subtly withdrew his hand and patted his sleeve.

"Don't shake, you're dizzy."

He glanced at the match time in the upper right corner of the screen.

"Five to zero is not enough."

Zhao Peng didn't hear clearly and leaned closer.

"What do you mean, 'not enough'?"

On TV, the commentator's voice was already hoarse from shouting.

Eighty-seventh minute.

The man received the ball in the penalty area, executed an extremely elegant lobbed pass over his opponent, and unleashed a powerful shot.

Goal!

Six to zero.

The roof of the internet cafe was almost blown off.

Six! My goodness!

"Portugal is completely dominating the North Korean team!"

"The goalkeeper was almost in tears!"

Zhao Peng was completely numb and slumped into a chair.

"Six to zero... Chenzi, it really is six to zero."

"If we succeed in buying this, we could probably afford a large three-bedroom apartment in our county town with cash, right?"

Ye Chen picked up the cola and finished the last sip.

His gaze was cold and resolute, like a high-ranking god looking down on the human world.

"It's not over yet."

Just as the match was about to enter stoppage time in the 89th minute.

Thiago receives a cross from his teammate.

A header.

Another kick.

The ball rolled into the net without any doubt.

7 to 0.

The referee blew the final whistle.

On the television screen, the ridiculously high score remained frozen in time.

Portugal 7-0 North Korea.

The entire internet cafe fell into a deathly silence that lasted for five seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a sound like the roof being blown off erupted.

Holy crap! Seven to zero!

"They've scored seven in total!"

"I've been watching football for ten years, and this is the first time I've seen such an outrageous score!"

The internet cafe owner was so angry he kept slapping his thigh, regretting his actions immensely.

"I hesitated for ages in front of the lottery station yesterday, how come I didn't just splurge on a ten-yuan ticket!"

Immediately, someone nearby mercilessly mocked them.

"Boss, stop with the hindsight!"

"Even if you actually buy, would you dare to bet 7 to 0?"

"Who in their right mind would dare touch such a money-giving betting platform!"

Zhao Peng stiffly turned his neck and stared at Ye Chen as if he were looking at a monster.

"Tatsuko."

"You just said 5-0 isn't enough."

"Did you... fucking know we could still get in?"

Ye Chen stood up and accurately threw the empty can into the trash can two meters away.

He looked at his best friend, a bright and cheerful smile spreading across his face.

"Nonsense, you actually believe that?"

Zhao Peng shook his head violently.

"Your mouth must be blessed! Your guess is way too good to be true!"

Ye Chen didn't explain further and walked straight to the bar.

"Boss, get off the plane."

The internet cafe owner was still staring at the TV, lost in thought, without even turning his head.

"Two machines, twelve yuan."

Ye Chen took out fifteen yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Keep the change, it's for those two bottles of Coke."

The boss then turned his head, glanced at him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Young man, today's game is truly bizarre."

Ye Chen picked up the black backpack from the back of the chair and slung it over one shoulder.

"The ball is round, anything can happen."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.

Zhao Peng hurriedly and frantically turned off the phone, grabbed his coat, and chased after him outside.

"Hey! Chenzi, why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!"

Stepping out of the internet cafe, it was already completely dark outside.

The dim streetlights cast long shadows of the two people.

Barbecue stalls have been set up along the street, and the aroma of cumin and lamb wafts over on the summer night breeze.