After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Time flies.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

2014 years.

July 8th, afternoon.

Since this week.

Besides passing the first part of the driving test, Wei Yi also passed the other parts.

He also achieved another accomplishment.

Wei Yi sat in front of the computer, staring at the balance page of Zhifubao.

More than 12 million.

Just a week ago, the number was over 50 million.

He lost more than 38 million in one week.

99% of them were wrong.

Winning only a few hundred thousand each time, not even enough to break even.

Chen Xinyi asked him once in the middle, and he said, "I haven't been having good luck lately," so she didn't ask any further questions.

Anyway, 15 million is already in her pocket, so he can do whatever he wants with the rest.

She might even be hoping that Wei Yiquan would lose everything and learn a harsh lesson.

But Wei Yi didn't lose those 38 million for nothing.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

A gambler's luck plummeted, and he became increasingly desperate with each loss, eventually going all in on the last hand.

This time, however, I was incredibly lucky and won big!

This kind of story happens every World Cup, but the betting odds don't pay attention to it.

Now, the all-in hand is here.

Germany vs. Brazil, semi-final. Wei Yi remembers that score.

Seven to one.

In his past life, he sat in the living room of Zhichun East Lane, watching the Germans slice Brazil into pieces, piece by piece.

From the 20th minute onwards, Brazilian fans were crying. By the second half, the entire stadium was filled with Germans celebrating.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Yi began to operate.

He initially invested nine million and made all sorts of reckless purchases.

Anyway, it's the kind of thing that just doesn't work.

Continue working on the data.

He then opened the "Other Negative" option in the football betting market.

With odds of 250, he bet 500,000.

I then opened the single-match score betting section on the Capital Football Lottery website, and there was also a "Loss Other" option.

The odds are outrageously high, five hundred times.

Grit your teeth and it's another 500,000.

One million in total.

If all are correct.

Two hundred and fifty times that would be one hundred and twenty-five million.

Five hundred times that would be 250 million.

The total is 375 million. After deducting 20% ​​personal income tax, the net amount is exactly 300 million.

(I forgot to mention paying taxes earlier, so I won't add it here. This is a special note.)

He still has over two million yuan left in his bank account, and he doesn't plan to touch it.

In case something unexpected happens tonight.

These two million plus the fifteen million I gave my sister before is the final guarantee.

Wei Yi turned off Zhifubao and leaned back in his chair.

The sun outside the window in Yanjing was scorching, and the ginkgo trees in Zhichun East Lane had their leaves curled up from the heat.

The living room was quiet; neither Chen Xinyi nor Lin Siyan were there.

His three older sisters have all lost weight during this period.

Chen Xinyi was busy with the preparations for Heytea and Sweet Ice Cream, running around to select sites and decoration companies every day, and also busy with school matters. She often forgot to eat lunch.

Lin Siyan helped her oversee the financial budget and trademark registration, and she also had to write her thesis when she got home at night.

Jin Shilin fared even worse, running between three places: a Korean food shop, Heytea for initial screening, and on-site research, until her face became noticeably thinner.

His sister was sprawled on the sofa last night, with her feet on his lap while he massaged her, and she fell asleep while he massaged her.

Even Lin Siyan, who was not usually willing to have physical contact with him, has been coming to him for massages these past few days.

I'm so tired.

The alarm clock rang at four in the morning.

Wei Yi sat up and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

He went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on his face, grabbed a can of beer from the refrigerator, and turned on the TV in the room.

The CCTV5 screen lit up.

The Mineirão Stadium in Belo Horizonte was brightly lit, with Germany in white away kits and Brazil in yellow home kits.

When the Brazilian national anthem was played, tens of thousands of people in the stadium sang along. The camera panned across the stands, revealing Brazilian fans with their national flag painted on their faces and their eyes full of anticipation.

Wei Yi pulled the tab on the beer can and took a swig.

Hehe, you're in for a surprise!

In the first ten minutes, Brazil dominated Germany.

Neymar was absent due to injury, but the home crowd's momentum remained strong, with waves of cheers rising from the stands.

11 minutes.

Müller scores! 1-0.

Wei Yi sat up straight on the sofa.

23 minutes.

Klose, 2-0.

The live chat exploded.

Wei Yi's fingers gripped the beer can tightly.

In the 24th minute, Kroos made it 3-0.

In the 26th minute, Kroos made it 4-0.

Wei Yi stood up and paced back and forth in the room. He squeezed the beer can until it was deformed.

In the 29th minute, Khedira made it 5-0.

The entire Mineirão stadium fell silent.

The camera panned across the stands, where Brazilian fans were covering their faces and crying.

A little boy, his face painted with the Brazilian flag, was being held in his father's arms and was crying so hard that snot was coming out of his nose.

Wei Yi is no longer leaving.

He stood in front of the television, his hands trembling slightly.

This is the reaction of a gambler as he watches the dice roll, revealing the numbers he has bet on.

During halftime, the sky outside the window in Yanjing was already beginning to lighten.

He felt no sleepiness at all; the adrenaline washed away the last trace of fatigue.

He had already finished the beer in the can, so he went to the refrigerator and got another one.

The second half.

In the 69th minute, Schürrle made it 6-0.

In the 79th minute, Schürrle made it 7-0.

7 to 0.

Wei Yi put down the beer can and took a deep breath.

He remembered that Brazil would score one during stoppage time.

Oscar will score a consolation goal, making the score 7-1.

Wei Yi even had doubts.

This was a friendly goal from the German team to the host country, to avoid making things too embarrassing for them.

90th minute. Stoppage time.

Oscar scored! Seven to one.

The final whistle blew.

Wei Yi stood in front of the television.

On the screen, German players were celebrating, Brazilian players were squatting on the ground crying, and Oscar was walking towards the players' tunnel with his head down, his jersey soaked with sweat and clinging to his body.

The next second, Wei Yi roared.

"ah!!"

That shout made the living room windows vibrate loudly.

He jumped up on the spot, raised his hands above his head, and roared wildly in the room like a player who had scored a game-winning goal.

"Awesome!! Seven to one!! Hahaha! Seven to one! It really is seven to one!!"

He yelled and jumped around, hopping barefoot on the floor, kicking his second empty beer can under the bed.

"I won!! Wow, I won!! Hahaha!!"

A dozen seconds later, the door to the room opened.

Lin Siyan was wearing a light blue nightgown, her hair was messy, and she had obviously been woken up.

She rubbed her eyes, still unable to see the situation in the room clearly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened, little brother?" Chen Xinyi's voice rang out behind her.

Wei Yi turned around and was met with Lin Siyan's sleepy face.

The fluorescent light was so bright she could barely open her eyes. She rubbed her eyes as she walked toward Wei Yi.

Chen Xinyi was behind.

Lin Siyan also spoke up, "Why are you...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Wei Yi hugged her tightly and kissed her.

Although Wei Yi had kissed her countless times in his previous life.

But he was too excited and forgot that the two of them were not at the same level as in their previous lives.

Lin Siyan froze.

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was covered by his, and her nose was filled with the smell of his beer and sweat.

She pressed both hands against his chest and pushed him away with all her might.

In the struggle, her heel accidentally kicked the computer desk, causing her to groan in pain.

I couldn't help but open my mouth.

Wei Yi's tongue slipped in, and Lin Siyan finally realized what was happening.

She abruptly turned her head to the side, her lips slipping from his, and gasped for breath as she pushed him away with all her might.

"Wei Yi! You're insane!"

She took two steps back and her back hit the wall.

He braced himself against the wall with one hand and vigorously wiped his mouth with the other, as if there was something dirty in his mouth.

After wiping her mouth, she looked up at Wei Yi, her eyes already red.

She opened her mouth as if to curse.

Xinyi and I are best friends. You are the apple of her eye. How could you do such a thing?

Oh no, Xinyi saw it. Will she be upset?

It's safe to say that being love-struck is terrifying.

That's how it is.

What she was more worried about was whether Chen Xinyi would be angry...

But the sound she feared most came from the bedroom doorway.

"Tsk, little brother. How does your sister Siyan taste? What does it feel like to kiss her?"

Lin Siyan seemed to be frozen in place.

Chen Xinyi leaned against the door frame of the master bedroom, her arms crossed over her chest, her loose hair a little messy, and she was wearing a light pink cotton nightgown.

Her lips curled up, and her peach blossom eyes were full of laughter.

Wei Yi stood there, his mind finally cooling down from the euphoria of "seven to one".

He looked at his sister leaning against the door frame, and then glanced at Lin Siyan, whose eyes were red.

"Sis, I was too excited just now and mistook you for someone else... I thought it was you."

Chen Xinyi tilted her head: "Is it possible that you're faking it? You actually just wanted to kiss your sister Siyan, and you're making up an excuse that you kissed the wrong person?"

Wei Yi: "..."

"No, no. He must have kissed the wrong person, Xinyi, you..." Wei Yi wasn't in a hurry, but Lin Siyan was the one who panicked first.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Chen Xinyi waved her hand, her tone as if dealing with a trivial matter. "Siyan, don't be angry with him. He just won the game, his mind isn't quite right. Wipe your mouth, drink some water, calm down, it'll be alright."

She said she was fine, but something just didn't seem right.

What kind of wife would smile and ask what it felt like to kiss another woman after seeing her future husband kiss her?

Lin Siyan stood by the wall, the sensation of that kiss still lingering on her lips.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Chen Xinyi, and after two seconds whispered, "I'm going to wash my face."

He ran out as if fleeing, slipped into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, locking it with a click.

Only Wei Yi and Chen Xinyi remained in the room.

Chen Xinyi straightened up from the doorframe, walked barefoot to Wei Yi, and looked up at him: "So, what exactly happened just now? Why did you suddenly scream in the middle of the night?"

Wei Yi withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

"Germany 7-1 Brazil. I bet on it."

Chen Xinyi blinked: "How much did you win?"

"you guess."

"Stop keeping me in suspense."

Wei Yi leaned close to her ear and whispered a number.

He chose to confess half of it.

The bet on football with a 250-fold odds payout resulted in a little over 100 million after tax.

He decided to keep the bet of 500 times the stake on the single-game score to himself for now.

Chen Xinyi's pupils dilated.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She opened her mouth again, but still no sound came out.

Say it again.

"A little over 100 million. After paying taxes."

Chen Xinyi took a step back and plopped down on the Simmons mattress.

Her nightgown was wrinkled on her legs, and her eyes were fixed on the beer can on the ground that Wei Yi had crushed.

"One hundred million..."

She repeated it to herself, then turned to look at the bathroom outside: "Siyan! Stop washing! Come out now!"

The bathroom door opened a crack, and Lin Siyan peeked out with half her face.

She washed her face several times in the bathroom, and her lips were swollen from washing.

"What's wrong?"

"Come here, come here, come here!"

Lin Siyan hesitated for a moment, but still came out.

She stood far away from Wei Yi and went around to sit down next to Chen Xinyi.

Chen Xinyi grabbed her shoulders and shook her twice forcefully: "This kid won this much tonight!"

She held up one finger.

Lin Siyan looked at the finger: "One million?"

Shake head.

"Ten million?"

Shake head.

Lin Siyan's voice began to waver: "...One hundred million?"

Chen Xinyi nodded.

The living room was quiet for about five seconds.

Lin Siyan lowered her head, then raised it again, then lowered it again.

The anger from being kissed earlier, the worry about whether Chen Xinyi would be angry, and the shock of hearing the number one hundred million—three emotions were swirling in her mind like a pot of porridge.

She managed to stammer out only one sentence: "...Really?"

Wei Yi showed them the hidden balance page of his mobile phone's "Wealth Management" app.

Chen Xinyi snatched the phone and started counting from the single digits. "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions... hundreds of millions."

She put down her phone and turned to look at Lin Siyan. Lin Siyan was also looking at her.

Both women fell silent.