After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

On the evening of June 21st.

After giving his two older sisters a massage, Wei Yi returned to his room.

The new computer screen displayed a fortune-telling app and several betting odds pages, and the cooling fan emitted a slight humming sound.

He leaned back in his gaming chair, scrolling the mouse wheel back and forth across the Costa Rica vs. Italy column several times.

The Costa Rica team.

Well, how should I put it?

This World Cup is practically the bookmakers' nemesis.

Before the tournament, the odds of winning the championship were over 50 times, and the whole world thought it was an easy win in the group stage.

The group consists of three former world champions: Uruguay, Italy, and England.

Costa Rica? Isn't that just a pushover accompanying the prince?

In the first round, they defeated Uruguay 3-1.

That's Uruguay, the home of Forlán and Cavani.

Now in the second round, we're playing Italy.

The world felt that the last game was a fluke, and that Italy would definitely teach Costa Rica a lesson in this game.

Wei Yi knew it wasn't true.

He watched this game live in his past life.

The Italians bombarded the Costa Rican penalty area throughout the match, maintaining a 70/30 possession rate and taking over 20 shots.

Costa Rica only had one decent counter-attack the entire match, and it went in.

One to zero.

Then they will secure their place in the knockout stage one round early.

Then, in the round of 16, they eliminated Greece in a penalty shootout, making history by reaching the quarterfinals.

A small country in Central and North America, with a total population smaller than Beijing's Chaoyang District, has become the biggest dark horse in this World Cup.

Wei Yi opened the odds page.

Costa Rica to win, odds 6.24.

As usual, he started with a smokescreen. He threw away four million, randomly betting on several matches and scores.

Then switch back to the Costa Rica match.

He tapped his fingers twice on the keyboard: Costa Rica won one million.

I stared at the screen and hesitated for a moment.

With odds like these, you'd be doing yourself a disservice if you didn't take full advantage of them.

Gritting his teeth, he added another million.

Two million, 6.24 times the bet. If you win, that's twelve million four hundred and eighty thousand.

After deducting four million in smoke bombs and two million in principal, the net profit was six million four hundred and eighty thousand.

Total assets are expected to reach 22 million.

Wei Yi closed the Zhifubao page, leaned back in his chair, and let out a sigh.

He wouldn't have dared to imagine such a number just a few days ago. Now, he's become somewhat numb to it.

Money, it seems, can indeed breed resistance.

He didn't go to bed early that night. The Costa Rica vs. Italy match kicked off at midnight, so he had to watch it live.

The match was even more exciting than I remembered.

The Italians, dressed in their blue jerseys, launched a fierce attack from the very first minute. Balotelli battled with the Costa Rican defenders in the penalty area, while Pirlo orchestrated the attack from midfield, with the entire team pressing high up their own half.

Costa Rican goalkeeper Navas made several saves, denying all of the Italians' shots.

Before the end of the first half, Costa Rica launched a long counter-attack, and Ruiz headed the ball into the net.

The entire room fell silent for half a second.

The Italians' faces were bluer than their jerseys.

In the second half, Italy continued their attack but failed to score.

When the final whistle blew, Balotelli was squatting on the grass, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.

Wei Yi chuckled twice at the TV.

2200!

I watched the rest of the game with a very relaxed attitude.

By the time I turned off the screen, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten.

I didn't sleep again last night. But I felt surprisingly energetic, probably due to the combined stimulation of adrenaline and the money.

He changed into his workout clothes and went downstairs for his morning exercise.

The small garden in Zhichun East Lane was quiet, and the morning breeze in June carried the scent of dew and roses.

Grandpa Zhou was practicing his simplified Tai Chi by the flower bed, just like always.

The two greeted each other, smiled, and then went about their own business.

Wei Yi felt an unusually strong sense of energy today.

As he began to grasp the sparrow's tail, the warmth in his dantian felt like a small sun, flowing gently and comfortably into his limbs.

By the third round, my back was slightly sweaty, and my whole body felt inexplicably refreshed.

When it was time to finish practicing, Grandpa Zhou also stopped his punches. He walked over with his teacup, squinting at Wei Yi.

"Young man, you didn't sleep again today?"

"I stayed up all night watching the game."

Grandpa Zhou shook his head and sighed, "You young people just don't take your health seriously. My daughter is the same way; she didn't come home again last night."

Just then, a taxi stopped at the entrance of the residential area.

The car door opened, and a woman in her forties got out.

She had short, ear-length hair, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and a neatly tailored dark gray suit skirt, with a briefcase tucked under her arm.

He looked tired but had sharp eyes and walked with a brisk pace.

A typical successful businesswoman in the financial district.

Grandpa Zhou's eyes lit up: "Oh, speak of the devil! Minmin!"

Zhou Min walked over, nodded to her father first, and then looked Wei Yi up and down quickly.

Grandpa Zhou pointed at Wei Yi: "This is the young man who recently moved in upstairs, his name is..."

Stuck.

"Wei Yi, the Wei of the Three Kingdoms, and the Yi of easy." Wei Yi quickly replied.

Zhou Min nodded, her expression unchanged, and said in a polite, businesslike tone, "Hello."

"My daughter, Zhou Min, works on Financial Street, doing investments." Old Master Zhou patted his teacup. "Last night she said there was some overseas acquisition deal, she stayed up all night, and only just got back. Look at your face, it's the same color as my teacup."

Zhou Min ignored her father's comment and turned to Wei Yi, saying, "It's rare to see a young man getting up so early to exercise."

Wei Yi knew this woman perfectly well.

This is Aunt Zhou, who invested in OFO's angel round in her past life and ended up losing everything.

Zhou Min said to Grandpa Zhou, "I'm going upstairs now, I'm so sleepy," and walked towards Building 10 with her briefcase.

Grandpa Zhou called out to her retreating figure, "Remember to eat breakfast before you sleep!"

Zhou Min waved her hand without turning her head.

"It's always like this," sighed Grandpa Zhou. "When I'm busy, I don't even have time to eat."

"Aunt Zhou works in investment; her being busy means her business is doing well."

"What's so great about it?" Grandpa Zhou waved his hand. "I can only come home a few times a year. Last time he came back, he told me he wanted to invest in some bicycle projects by Peking University students, but I didn't understand a word he said."

Wei Yi's ears perked up.

They're here. They really are here.

He just smiled and didn't ask any further questions. After chatting for a few more minutes, he turned and went upstairs.

Lin Siyan was already up when I entered the room.

She was frying eggs in the open kitchen, her apron neatly tied.

Three cups of hot milk and a small dish of washed blueberries were placed on the table.

After Wei Yi washed his hands and sat down, Lin Siyan brought him a plate: "Didn't you sleep again last night?"

"Just watching the game."

Lin Siyan didn't say much, but poured him another glass of warm water and placed it beside him.

Then he sat down and looked at Wei Yi, enjoying the sandwiches she had prepared for him.

She barely touched her own breakfast, only drinking a few sips of milk.

"Sister Siyan, aren't you going to eat?"

"Let's eat together with Xinyi. She studied until 2 a.m. last night, so let her get some more sleep."

Wei Yi lowered his head and ate his toast.

This woman's patience and love for her sister were truly ingrained in her bones.

After getting up, Chen Xinyi hurriedly ate breakfast and then rushed out like a whirlwind.

Before leaving, I peeked into his room and said, "You have three exams today, so you might be back late tonight. Someone will bring you lunch. It's hot, so don't go out."

"Okay, sis."

"Don't just watch the game, remember to catch up on your sleep."

"Okay, sis."

Chen Xinyi stared at him for two seconds, probably thinking that there was something wrong with him agreeing too readily.

But there wasn't enough time, so they had to leave.

After closing the security door, Wei Yi opened the Fortune Treasure app to study the betting odds for the next three days.

He doesn't have a strong impression of the matches from the 22nd to the 24th.

I vaguely remember winning those two matches against Belgium and Russia, but I have no recollection of the scores.

After thinking it over, I decided to take a conservative approach.

He took out four million, using two million to randomly bet on wins and losses as a smokescreen, and the other two million to bet on high scores, like 3 to 1 or 4 to 2, where the odds were high but he didn't expect to win.

The strategy remains unchanged: maintain the persona of someone who is "highly gambler, lucky, but also prone to losing."

After placing the bets, drowsiness finally overwhelmed me.

Go to sleep!