I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The 17th minute of the match.

France launched another attack down the right flank.

As expected, the Moroccan defender on the left flank moved forward a step to the side.

But instead of continuing down the wing, France suddenly passed the ball back to the middle.

Griezmann received the ball and delivered a through pass.

The French striker made a run forward at the edge of the penalty area.

A gap has been opened in Morocco's defenses.

Shoot!

The ball grazed the goalpost and flew into the net.

boom!

The entire stadium exploded instantly.

French fans cheered wildly.

The scoreboard lights up.

France 1-0 Morocco.

Zhao Lei stood up abruptly.

"It's in!"

"It's in!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Ling'er.

"Teacher Ling'er, you just said they would try again, and they really did switch places from that side!"

Shen Ling'er sat in her seat, her face still calm.

"Um."

Zhao Lei was extremely anxious.

"Why aren't you excited at all?"

Shen Ling'er said seriously, "The French are quite excited, so I won't bother."

Yang Mi couldn't help but laugh.

Bai Sisi laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

The live chat is going crazy with comments.

"Did she foresee that France was going to attack that side?"

"They really started tearing it off from the left side of Morocco!"

"Wow, this is my first time watching football, and I can predict the attacking patterns after just ten minutes?"

"She was even calmer than the commentator when France scored."

"The French are more enthusiastic, so I won't bother, hahaha!"

The game continues.

After Morocco fell behind by one goal, they noticeably intensified their pressing in the attacking third.

They ran very aggressively, forcing the French defense to pass back to the goalkeeper several times.

Zhao Lei watched with tension.

"Morocco is about to rise to prominence."

Zhou Chen nodded as well.

"They fought back fiercely."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"It's fierce, but it won't last long."

Zhao Lei looked at her.

Why?

Shen Ling'er pointed to several Moroccan forwards.

"When they were chasing the ball, two of them were chasing in the same direction."

"It looks crowded, but there's actually space in the back."

"And they're under pressure now because of the goal, not prepared to pounce."

"The energy gained in a rush is used up quickly and dissipates quickly."

Zhao Lei blinked.

"Teacher Ling'er, you really sound like a tactical analyst now."

Shen Ling'er corrected.

"I was just watching to see if they were running around in a chaotic manner."

Bai Sisi sighed, "That's easy to say, but we can't see it at all."

Shen Ling'er looked at her.

"You guys watch the game, I'll watch the people and the empty spaces."

After listening, Zhao Lei suddenly became interested.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Teacher Ling'er, who do you think will win this match?"

Several people around looked over.

Yang Mi also looked down at her daughter.

Shen Ling'er did not answer immediately.

She looked at it intently for several minutes.

After taking the lead, France slowed down the pace a bit.

Morocco tried to increase the pace several times, but after passing the ball into the attacking third, the final touch was always just a little off.

The French defense remained calm, with the two center-backs standing firm and the goalkeeper making decisive runs out of the box.

Shen Ling'er's brows furrowed slightly.

"France will win."

Zhao Lei immediately asked, "What's the score?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Why are you asking such detailed questions? What are you trying to achieve?"

Zhao Lei immediately raised his hand.

"Just for the show! Just out of curiosity! Absolutely nothing more!"

Shen Ling'er then continued to look at the court.

She observed the positioning of several French forwards and the movement of the Moroccan defense.

Half a minute later, she said, "Two to zero."

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"Are you so sure?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Morocco can defend, but they are now behind and will definitely push forward from behind."

"If they press down, there will be nothing behind them."

"There was a guy in France who was running really fast, but he wasn't using his full strength."

"It's not that he doesn't want to run, it's just that it's not the right time yet."

"Once the Moroccans get tired, he can charge one more time, and that will be enough."

Zhou Chen listened intently.

"So Morocco can't get in?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"It's difficult."

"They have chances, but their shots are blocked before they can be taken."

"The French don't rush to be the first; they wait to be the second."

"This kind of defense is quite annoying."

Zhao Lei was already somewhat dazed.

"So your assessment is that France will win 2-0 and advance?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Yes, France advances."

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Here it comes! Ling'er has predicted the score!"

"France 2-0 Morocco? Is that even accurate?"

"She wasn't guessing; she just gave a whole explanation of her reasoning."

"I'm suddenly a little scared. What if I really got it?"

"If Ling'er had predicted this earlier, wouldn't betting on the game be a sure way to win?"

"Calm down, upstairs. Minors are prohibited from participating, and the production team definitely won't allow this to happen."

Seeing the prompt from the comment assistant, Zhao Lei quickly added a comment to the camera.

"Dear viewers, we're just here to watch the game and chat."

"Watch the game rationally, don't act recklessly."

Shen Ling'er nodded seriously upon hearing this.

"right."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Teacher Ling'er, you know about this too?"

Shen Ling'er said, "You adults easily get carried away when you hear you can win."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi smiled.

"That advice was very timely."

At halftime, France led 1-0.

During the intermission, the production team delivered hot dogs, chicken nuggets, and drinks that they had bought in advance.

Holding her small portion of chicken nuggets, Shen Ling'er finally turned her gaze away from the basketball court.

While eating, Chen Doudou asked, "Ling'er, will we get chicken legs if France wins?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

Whether France wins or not has nothing to do with whether you have chicken legs or not.

Chen Doudou immediately tensed up.

"Do I have it?"

Yang Mi smiled and handed over a small box of chicken nuggets.

"Yes, eat this first."

Chen Doudou was immediately relieved.

"Then I support France."

Lin Jia: "..."

Zhao Lei couldn't stop laughing.

"DouDou's stance on football is very simple: he supports whoever doesn't interfere with his meals."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"This is not easy to get wrong."

As expected, Morocco intensified their attack after the start of the second half.

They crossed the ball from the wing several times in a row, creating a very dangerous header opportunity.

At that moment, the entire stands gasped in surprise.

The ball flew towards the corner of the goal.

The French goalkeeper made a diving save, tipping the ball over the crossbar with his fingertips.

Zhao Lei's heart was pounding.

"So close!"

Bai Sisi also nervously gripped the handrail.

"That ball was dangerous."

Shen Ling'er looked towards the goal and said seriously, "This is their best chance."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

How did you know?

Shen Ling'er said, "That person used up all their strength when they jumped up just now."

"France will be watching him closely and won't let him keep up so comfortably anymore."

"Besides, the entire Moroccan team charged forward just now, so retreating would be slow."

Sure enough, for the next ten minutes or so, Morocco had more possession of the ball but failed to create any better opportunities.

The French team began making substitutions.

A very fast striker stood on the sidelines.

Shen Ling'er saw him and put down her drink.

"It's coming."

Zhao Lei tensed up instantly.

"What's coming?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the field.

"The second ball."

Zhao Lei almost choked on his water.

"Now?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Not immediately, but soon."

"The uncle behind Morocco can't run anymore."

"He slowed down when he turned around."

"If France replaces this player, it's just a matter of waiting for him to slow down."

The match is in its 78th minute.

Morocco's attack in the attacking third was intercepted.

The French midfielder makes a through pass.

The striker who had just come on as a substitute suddenly accelerated down the right flank, dashing across the halfway line like a blue shadow.

The Moroccan defender chased back desperately, but was a fraction of a step too late.

A cross from the edge of the penalty area.

The French player who followed up in the middle slotted the ball into the net.

Goal!

France 2-0 Morocco.

Boston Stadium erupted once again.

Zhao Lei froze on the spot.

Bai Sisi covered her mouth.

Zhou Chen also subconsciously looked at Shen Ling'er.

Chen Hao muttered, "Is it really 2-0?"

Lin Jia glanced down at the time.

"She just said it would be soon."

The back row of the directing crew was eerily quiet.

The assistant director held the earpiece and lowered his voice.

"Director, the score is correct."

The director stared at Shen Ling'er's retreating figure for a long time without saying a word.

In the end, he could only manage to utter one sentence.

"It's a good thing she didn't start the commentary program beforehand."

Zhao Lei finally came to his senses.

He turned to the camera, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Dear viewers!"

France leads 2-0!

"Teacher Ling'er predicted in the first half that France would win, and the score was 2-0!"

"Now, the score is really 2-0!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"The game isn't over yet."

Zhao Lei immediately stopped.

"Yes, Yan Jin, the competition isn't over yet."

Shen Ling'er continued, "But it's almost done."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The barrage of comments has completely exploded.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! It's really 2-0!"

"She really did push it out?!"

"She didn't just guess; she even explained how she got the second ball!"

"After France switched to a faster striker, they started playing behind the defense, and she was absolutely right!"

"If Ling'er had predicted this earlier, we would have won so much money betting on football!"

"Don't gamble, don't gamble, but this predictive ability is outrageous!"

"Shen Ling'er watched football for the first time and predicted the entire quarterfinals?"

"How exactly did Shen Fei raise his child? Why can he watch everything?"

In the final ten minutes or so, Morocco still did not give up.

They continued their attack and won a lot of applause from the audience.

Shen Ling'er watched for a while, then suddenly said softly, "They lost, but their play wasn't shameful."

Yang Mi looked down at her.

Why do you say that?

Shen Ling'er said earnestly, "They've been trying."

"Some people start kicking recklessly after they lose."

"They don't."

"They are still looking for an opportunity."

Zhou Chen nodded slightly after listening.

"That's well said."

Zhao Lei, unusually, didn't immediately try to be funny, but instead looked towards the field.

"Yes, they all deserve respect for getting this far."

The final whistle blew.

France 2-0 Morocco.

France advances.

The score on the scoreboard is now set.

Zhao Lei slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Ling'er. His expression was no longer one of shock, but rather one of admiration.

"Teacher Ling'er."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Um?"

Zhao Lei asked earnestly, "Is this really your first time watching football?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"first."

Zhao Lei took a deep breath.

"Then how come you can even deduce the score?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment and then spoke very completely.

"The score didn't come out on its own."

"First, see who is easier to score against, then see who is harder to score against."

"France was able to score first because they kept testing Morocco's left flank."

"Once they get in, they don't need to rush; they can wait for Morocco to push them out."

"If Morocco wants to catch up, it must move forward."

"If they move forward, there will be empty space behind them."

"There are fast-acting people in France; they'll catch him again sooner or later."

"But if Morocco wants to score, they have to get past the French players in the middle and avoid the goalkeeper."

"They have a chance, but it's not stable enough."

"So France has two, and Morocco has zero."

After she finished speaking, she added a sentence.

"It's not always possible to predict this accurately; today, the play was more pronounced on both sides."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Zhao Lei slowly looked at the camera.

"Dear viewers..."

"Did you hear me?"

She also felt it was more obvious today.

Bai Sisi smiled and shook her head.

"Ling'er is a child who is more and more frightening to look at."

Yang Mi patted Shen Ling'er's head, his eyes filled with tenderness and pride.

Shen Ling'er leaned against her mother and finally yawned like a normal child.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Yang Mi laughed.

"Come on, I'll take you out to eat."

Chen Doudou immediately raised her hand.

"I'm hungry too!"

Zhao Lei looked at the two children, still shaken from the earlier shock, and was amused again.

"France advances, Ling'er's predictions were all correct, DouDou remains consistently hungry."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You're hungry too."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

How did you know?

Shen Ling'er pointed to the empty drink cup in his hand.

"You kept drinking water when you were nervous, so your stomach is full of water now, of course you'll get hungry quickly."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi laughed so hard she bent over.

"Let's go, Teacher Zhao also needs supplies."

The camera slowly panned across the departing crowd.

French fans were cheering, and Moroccan fans were applauding.

Meanwhile, the trending topics in the live stream room had completely exploded.

#Shen Ling'er predicts France 2-0 Morocco#

#Teacher Ling'er guessed the score correctly on her first time watching a football match#

#Shen Ling'er was right about France advancing#

#If only Ling'er had deduced this earlier#

#A five-year-old could understand everything at the World Cup#

In the comments section, netizens were completely unable to sit still.

"I thought she wouldn't understand football, but it turns out she understands it better than I do."

"This isn't just guessing the score; it's a result derived from the formation, physical condition, mentality, and substitutions."

"She said France would wait for Morocco to press forward, and sure enough, the second goal went in."

"This is outrageous! Is Shen Ling'er treating the football like a moving maze?"

"Forget about betting on matches, if this kid became an assistant coach, the opposing coach wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

The night breeze blew in from outside the stadium.

Shen Ling'er was led by Yang Mi, walking alongside the crowd.

As she walked, she glanced back at the brightly lit stadium.

Zhao Lei leaned closer and asked, "Teacher Ling'er, how did you feel watching the World Cup for the first time?"

Shen Ling'er thought about it seriously.

"It looks pretty good."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up.

"That's a very high compliment!"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Many people can fight for a ball they can't hold, yet they can do it with such skill and strategy."

"That's really impressive."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Yang Mi laughed out loud.

The people around them burst into laughter.

Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"But next time I watch a game, I'll have to buy my food in advance."

The director, who was listening from behind, immediately told the assistant director, "Write it down."

The assistant director nodded numbly.

"I've already noted it down."

As night fell, the production crew slowly walked away.

The first match of the World Cup segment has ended.

But everyone knows it.

What truly ignited the passion wasn't just the scoreline of France's advancement.

And then there was that night when Shen Ling'er first sat in the World Cup stands and effortlessly watched the entire match unfold.