After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Zhao Min and Liu Yang left after finishing lunch.

Lin Siyan stayed behind to clean up the kitchen.

Wei Yi leaned against the kitchen door frame, chatting with her casually.

"Sister Siyan, how's my sister's restaurant doing now?"

"Last month's net profit was 50,000." Lin Siyan said calmly, rubbing a plate with her head down.

In 2014, a restaurant opened by a female college junior had a monthly net profit of 50,000 yuan.

Back in my hometown, a fifth-tier county in Guangdong Province, many families couldn't save that much money in a year.

Wei Yi sighed inwardly. His sister was indeed a genius, in every sense of the word.

But this genius just kept wasting his time on him.

Honestly, he really thought his older sister was a bit abnormal.

Lin Siyan turned off the tap and suddenly turned around.

"Wei Yi, are you afraid of your sister?"

This problem came out of nowhere.

Wei Yi was taken aback for a moment. "Scared? Well, not really scared..."

"I saw you avoid her yesterday." Lin Siyan's gaze fell on his face without flinching. "When she took your arm on Guijie Street, you tried to pull away too."

"Sister Siyan, some things are hard to explain."

Lin Siyan didn't ask any further questions. She turned back to turn on the tap to rinse the dishes, dried her hands, and draped the dishcloth over the sink.

She paused as she passed by him.

"You can't escape it. She's waited for you for seventeen years; she can't let go."

After saying that, she left.

The security door closed very quietly. Wei Yi stood alone at the kitchen doorway, staring blankly at the remaining dish soap foam in the sink for a while.

When Lin Siyan said this, her tone revealed more than just her understanding of Chen Xinyi.

There's something more complicated about it.

It was like jealousy, or perhaps resignation.

He was too naive in his past life to realize it.

He's been quite observant all his life, and he figured it out.

"Damn it, they're all crazy," Wei Yi muttered. "My sister is, and so are you."

Otherwise, Lin Siyan wouldn't have called out his sister's name while they were together in her past life.

Moreover, she gets even more excited whenever Chen Xinyi is present.

Damn it.

Wei Yi slapped his forehead, banishing these chaotic images, and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

I slept soundly during that afternoon nap.

I woke up at almost five o'clock, and the sun outside the window was already setting in the west.

Wei Yi picked up his phone and glanced at it. Chen Xinyi had sent a WeChat message half an hour ago: "I won't be back so early tonight. My future mentor asked us to help organize case files. Someone will bring you food; no takeout allowed."

He stared at the message, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This was the same script in my past life.

His sister, as an outstanding junior, secured a place in the graduate program in advance.

Her future mentor is a bigwig from the Renmin University Law School who is on secondment to the Supreme People's Court.

Tonight, she and several classmates were called to the school to help organize case litigation materials, and they won't be back until after 11 p.m.

Sure enough, the doorbell rang not long after.

Zhao Min stood at the door carrying several takeout boxes, her round face clearly showing the words "I'm so tired".

"Your sister asked me to bring you food." She shoved the bag into Wei Yi's hands, changed her shoes, went inside, and plopped down on the sofa. "We all tried to persuade her to just order takeout herself. But your sister said takeout isn't clean and she can't let her precious little brother eat takeout... She insisted I make the trip. I just ran from Mingde Building to the school gate and then here, a three-kilometer round trip!"

"Thank you for your hard work, sister."

Zhao Min waved her hand, took a breath, and couldn't help but laugh again, "That's just how your sister is when it comes to you. We're all used to it in our dorm."

Wei Yi laid out the food on the table: braised pork ribs, stir-fried broccoli, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup, all still steaming hot.

Zhao Min left after sitting for a short while, saying she had to go back to school to continue helping out.

Wei Yi finished dinner alone, washed the dishes, and turned on the TV, tuning to CCTV5.

Tonight's main event: Spain vs. the Netherlands.

He watched this match live in Zhichun Dongli in his previous life, and it left a deep impression on him.

As the defending champions, Spain was the favorite before the match, with everyone favoring them. The betting odds also favored Spain by half a goal. Who could have imagined that the Netherlands would thrash them 5-1?

He took out his phone, opened Zhifubao (a betting platform), and checked his previous bets.

Spain vs. Netherlands, score 1-5, odds 256.

I bet 20,000.

Wei Yi turned off the screen, leaned against the bed, and waited for three in the morning.

Around 11 p.m., he heard the sound of the security door being unlocked.

Chen Xinyi and Lin Siyan returned, and their voices drifted in through the bedroom door, hushed but still audible.

"I'm exhausted... my back is killing me..."

"Go take a shower first."

"Um...wait, I'll go check on my brother."

The footsteps were coming this way.

Wei Yi quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a long strip of light from the living room shone in.

Chen Xinyi tiptoed to the bedside and stood there for a while.

Wei Yi could feel that she was standing right next to him, her breathing was very light, and the familiar scent of her shampoo was wafting into his nose.

then.

Something soft and fluffy landed on my lips.

Very light. Very short. Like a petal falling onto the water.

"She's so beautiful even when she's asleep. Hehehe..."

The laughter was low and carried an indescribable sense of satisfaction, like a child secretly licking a piece of candy.

Wei Yi closed his eyes and remained completely still.

The door was gently closed again.

Lin Siyan's voice came from the living room: "Have you seen enough?"

"How could I ever get enough of looking at him? I can never get enough of looking at my Wei Yi."

Lin Siyan did not respond.

I thought to myself, "If only you treated me like that."

Three o'clock in the morning.

The alarm clock went off.

Wei Yi didn't take a nap this time; he immediately sat up and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

I went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on my face, grabbed a can of beer from the fridge, sliced ​​a plate of braised beef that Zhao Min had brought back last night, and turned on the TV.

The CCTV5 feed cuts to a brightly lit stadium, Fonte Nova in El Salvador.

Spain in red jerseys, Netherlands in white away kits.

The defending champion versus the uncrowned king.

The screen was filled with comments like "Spain is in the bag," "Passing and possession football is invincible," and "If the Netherlands loses by three points, they've won."

Wei Yi pulled the tab on the beer can, tilted his head back, and took a swig.

As the commentator was introducing the lineup, his phone vibrated again. It was a WeChat message from Chen Xinyi.

26 minutes.

Spain passed the ball around in the attacking third, David Silva played a through ball, and Costa was tripped in the penalty area. The referee blew the whistle, penalty.

Xabi Alonso stood at the penalty spot, took a run-up, and shot into the bottom right corner.

One to zero.

The live chat exploded instantly.

"Spain is awesome!" "You can book flights to the Netherlands now!" "Casillas is rock solid!"

Wei Yi took a sip of beer, his face expressionless.

He waited.

Near the end of the first half, in the 44th minute.

The Netherlands crossed from the left wing, and Blind took a shot, the ball arcing towards the edge of the penalty area.

Van Persie is outside the penalty area, with his back to the goal.

then.

He was lifted into the air.

Like a fish leaping out of the water.

A header lob shot.

The ball soared over Casillas' head, arcing high and gracefully before disappearing into the net.

Casillas froze on the spot.

Commentator Duan Xuan paused for a second and a half, then his voice cracked: "Goal! Van Persie! This goal could be a contender for the best goal of this World Cup!"

Wei Yi's lips curled up.

This is just the beginning.

In the second half, the Dutch team seemed to have a collective superpower.

In the 53rd minute, Robben received the ball on the left wing, dribbled past one player and two others, and curled a left-footed shot into the far corner. 2-1.

In the 64th minute, De Vrij headed the ball in. 3-1.

In the 72nd minute, Van Persie scored his second goal. 4-1.

In the 80th minute, Robben came again, one-on-one with Casillas, and slotted the ball into the empty net. 5-1.

Casillas's face went from ashen to deathly pale.

Spain's golden generation was completely crushed in this match.

The comments section has stopped; everyone's probably stunned.

The final whistle blew.

Wei Yi turned off the TV and opened the Zhifubao app.

Balance refresh.

512 thousand 5000!

He stared at the number, his heart indeed beating a little fast.

The rebirth is real.

The advantages are real.

This path is feasible.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the last mouthful of beer, then placed the empty can on the bedside table.

He hadn't slept all night again. But unlike yesterday, this time he wasn't sleepy at all.

Around six o'clock, it got light again in Yanjing.

Wei Yi changed into his sportswear, quietly opened the security door, and went downstairs.

On the stone path in the small garden, Grandpa Zhou was already practicing Tai Chi.

He wore a gray t-shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He moved slowly, breathing in and out in rhythm.

The two exchanged a smile and went back to their own business.

Grandpa Zhou's simplified Tai Chi and Wei Yi's internal martial arts are completely different styles.

One is bold and expansive, the other subtle and calculating. Yet, their rhythms are strangely in sync, the old and the young rising and falling in the dim morning light, undisturbed by each other.

Wei Yi felt noticeably different while boxing today.

The warmth in my dantian was no longer faint, but a real, tangible current. It traveled up my spine, reaching the space between my shoulder blades, where it felt slightly hot.

By the third round, the heat had climbed up my back to the back of my neck, then flowed down my arms, all the way to my fingertips.

He stopped his punching stance and exhaled a long breath.

It took me a month of practice to reach this level in my past life. I caught up in just a few days in this life.

He wasn't sure of the reason. It could be some kind of synergistic effect between the reborn soul and the young body, or it could be something more mysterious.

Anyway, it's a good thing.

"Young man, you look great today." Grandpa Zhou put down his fist, picked up his enamel teacup, and walked over. "You look even more energetic than yesterday."

"Maybe you slept well last night."

Grandpa Zhou took a sip of tea, glanced at him, and said, "Your boxing is getting better and better. You really didn't learn from a master before?"

"No, really. I just copied and pasted from videos online."

Grandpa Zhou gave a skeptical hum, but didn't press the matter further.

I went upstairs at 6:40 and took a shower.

When the hot water sprayed from the showerhead onto his shoulder blades, Wei Yi felt that the skin there was still a little warm.

He only scratched the surface of the power of internal martial arts in his previous life; he needs to develop it properly in this one.

After showering and changing into my pajamas, I went straight to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept.

In my dazed state, I felt the mattress sink in.

Someone was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Wei Yi opened his eyes.

Chen Xinyi's face was inches away from his; she was looking down at him.

Morning light peeked through the gap in the curtains, falling on her profile, the shadow of her eyelashes landing on the bridge of her nose.

She wasn't wearing makeup today; her eyebrows were light, and her lips were naturally pink, giving her a more approachable, girl-next-door look than her usual radiant appearance.

"Sis? What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock." Chen Xinyi's voice was very soft, without her usual cloying sweetness, but with a rare gentleness. "I didn't wake you because you were sleeping so soundly."

She reached out and brushed the stray hairs from Wei Yi's forehead.

She ran her fingertip across his brow bone.

Wei Yi's muscles tensed instantly.

Chen Xinyi sensed it.

She chuckled. "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you right now."

"Sis, aren't you having class today?"

"Saturday. Forgot?" Chen Xinyi stood up and patted his bottom. "Get up. We agreed to go to Wangfujing today. Dress smartly, I'll buy you some clothes."

When she walked out of the room, Wei Yi noticed that she was wearing a new fitted dress, light blue, with the hem three centimeters above her knees.

She seemed to have dressed up deliberately.

Wei Yi sighed as he looked at the ceiling.

With 5.12 million in hand, I'm definitely more confident than yesterday.

But when facing this older sister, he still felt like a mouse being targeted by a cat.

The cat hasn't even extended its claws yet.

The mouse's legs were starting to go weak.

While getting up, washing up, and changing clothes, Wei Yi took out his phone and glanced at Zhifubao.

The balance is 5,125,000.

He leaned against the bathroom door frame, starting to plan his three games for the evening.

He forgot the score of the Uruguay vs. Costa Rica match, only remembering that Costa Rica won.

Since you can't remember, try doing it in reverse.

Bet a million on Uruguay to win. Intentionally lose as a smokescreen.

Italy vs. England, 2-1. The odds are around nine. A bet of 500,000 would win you 4.5 million.

Ivory Coast vs. Japan, 2 to 1. The odds are approximately five to one.

But it's not easy to get them all right.

After thinking about it, he decided to bet one million on Ivory Coast to win, but not on the score, but on the outcome.

The odds are around 2.5.

If you win, it's 2.5 million.

I bought another million in small, scattered lots, but didn't win.

That means a total of 3.5 million was spent.

At that time, we should be able to recover 450 million + 250 million = 700 million, minus the 350 million bet.

With the principal included, total assets have exceeded 840 million!

He deliberately wanted to create the image of a gambler with an extremely high gambling addiction but also incredible luck!

This way, it's less likely to be targeted.

He went over the plan in his mind, confirmed that there were no problems, and then turned off Zhifubao.

"Wei Yi, what are you dawdling for!" Chen Xinyi shouted from the living room.

"They're here!"

Wei Yi glanced at his phone screen one last time before putting it in his pocket.

I have money in my pocket.

There is strength in the waist.

There is a way out behind us.

In this lifetime, he finally began to feel that he was not passively accepting his fate, but actively reshaping it.

Despite that fate, there was that woman in the living room, wearing a light blue dress, smiling at him.

It still made his calves feel weak.

He pushed open the door and went out.

Chen Xinyi stood in the center of the living room, while Lin Siyan sat on the sofa drinking yogurt. The two of them looked up at him at the same time.

"Let's go." His sister walked over and naturally took his arm.

This time, Wei Yi didn't pull his hand away.