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

On the other hand, Belgium's warm-up was completely different.

Their players are noticeably stronger and have great explosive power during sprint practice.

Several long passes were made from the backfield directly to the frontfield. The receiving player controlled the ball with his chest, then turned and shot, making clean and crisp movements.

Shen Ling'er watched for half a minute, her little eyebrows twitching slightly.

Zhao Lei immediately came over.

"What about Belgium?"

Shen Ling'er said, "They don't want to wait and see how things go in Spain."

Zhao Lei nodded.

"Yes, they definitely want to capitalize on the conversion."

Shen Ling'er continued, "But the people in front of them ran fast, while the people behind couldn't keep up as fast."

"If the ball is dropped in the middle, they'll get a little flustered themselves."

Zhao Lei felt a chill run down his spine again.

Yesterday, she watched the match between France and Morocco and predicted goals based on the wing play and physical condition.

She's only warmed up today, and she's already watching the two teams' rhythm clashes.

The barrage of comments instantly became dense.

"Here she comes, Ling'er is starting to dismantle the competition!"

"She said Spain was moving other people around, and that explanation is crystal clear."

"Belgium started strong but slowed down later. Could this mean there will be problems later on?"

"I suddenly feel like taking notes."

"Is this really the first time a five-year-old has watched the second match of the World Cup?"

soon.

The players from both sides returned to the tunnel.

The stadium lights are brighter.

The singing and cheering from the stands came in waves.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath.

"They're here."

"Spain vs. Belgium"

"It's really hard to say what will happen in this situation."

Bai Sisi looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Ling'er, what do you think?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer immediately.

She watched the players enter the field, watched the captains exchange team flags, and watched both sides take their positions.

Then she said, "Spain will score first."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up.

Why?

Shen Ling'er said, "Belgium will try to grab a lead at the start."

"But if they can't get it, word will spread in Spain."

"If the people in front of them get anxious, the people behind them will be exposed."

Zhao Lei quickly followed up, "So who won in the end?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"You want to ask about the score again."

Zhao Lei immediately raised his hand.

"Purely for entertainment purposes!"

"I was really just curious!"

Shen Ling'er did not speak immediately.

She then looked at the formations on both sides.

"Spain wins."

Zhao Lei held his breath.

"What's the score?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"Two to one."

Zhao Lei sat up straight immediately.

"Spain 2-1 Belgium?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

Zhao Lei immediately turned to the camera.

"Dear viewers!"

"Teacher Ling'er's second prediction for today is here!"

Spain beats Belgium 2-1!

Shen Ling'er frowned.

"The match hasn't even started yet."

Zhao Lei immediately added.

"Yes, this is just a discussion while watching the game."

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

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"This sentence sounds more familiar than yesterday's."

Zhao Lei instantly became happy again.

The whistle blew.

The competition has officially begun.

As expected, Spain started by controlling possession of the ball.

Instead of rushing into the penalty area, they kept passing the ball around in the midfield and backfield, moving the Belgian forwards back and forth.

The Belgian players started aggressively.

They pressed forward relentlessly, trying to pin Spain back in their own half.

Zhao Lei watched with tension.

"Belgium started with a very high pressure."

Shen Ling'er stared at the field.

"They pressed too straight."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Too straightforward?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"It's all about heading in one direction."

"Spain passed the ball around twice, and then they turned around."

"Turning around too much will slow you down."

The voice just fell.

Spain's backfield suddenly made three consecutive passes.

One pass across, one pass back, and another diagonal pass.

The ball slipped past the Belgian player who was pressing forward.

The Spanish midfielder receives the ball, turns, and dribbles forward.

A gasp immediately erupted from the stands.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened.

"It's really spread!"

Shen Ling'er looked at the basketball court.

"It's not over yet."

Nineteenth minute.

After a series of passes down the right flank, Spain suddenly switched the ball to the left.

Belgium's defensive line shifted laterally half a step too slowly.

After receiving the ball, the Spanish winger did not make a strong run, but instead gently passed it back in a triangular shape.

The midfielder at the edge of the penalty area met the ball and slotted it home.

The ball skimmed along the grass and nestled into the bottom right corner of the goal.

Goal.

Spain 1-0 Belgium.

The entire Spanish stands erupted in cheers.

Zhao Lei suddenly stood up.

"It's in!"

"Spain scores first!"

He immediately turned to look at Shen Ling'er.

"Teacher Ling'er, you were right again!"

Shen Ling'er's face remained calm.

"Um."

Zhao Lei got anxious.

"Why aren't you agitated again?"

Shen Ling'er said earnestly, "The Spanish fans are already excited for me."

Yang Mi couldn't help but laugh.

Bai Sisi also laughed and leaned back in her seat.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"Here we go again! She said Spain scored first, and they really did!"

"The ball went through Belgium's high pressing, followed by a cutback from the left flank—it's so typical!"

"Ling'er just said that Belgium's betting was too straight, and it actually got leaked."

"Spanish fans are so excited for me, hahaha!"

Despite falling behind by one goal, Belgium did not panic.

They quickly adjusted their pace, reducing ineffective pressing and focusing more on intercepting and counter-attacking in the middle.

De Bruyne began dropping back frequently to receive the ball.

As soon as he receives the ball, the Belgian attacking players start running behind the Spanish defense.

Zhao Lei watched it very carefully.

"Belgium has started looking for De Bruyne."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That uncle could see further than others before passing the ball."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"You mean De Bruyne?"

Shen Ling'er didn't know the name, she just pointed to the field.

"It's him."

"While others were watching the game and the people around them, he was looking at the empty space in front of him."

"He doesn't necessarily have to run himself; he lets the ball run."

Zhao Lei remained silent.

This sentence.

This is simply the most basic explanation of a De Bruyne-style pass.

Thirty-sixth minute of the match.

Belgium finally seized an opportunity.

The Spanish midfielder was a beat too slow in passing the ball, and it was intercepted by Belgium.

De Bruyne received the ball and, almost without adjusting, immediately delivered a long diagonal pass.

The ball passed by the Spanish defender and landed on the right side of the penalty area.

The Belgian striker made a run and fired a low shot.

Goal!

Belgium 1-1 Spain.

The Belgian stands erupted in cheers.

Zhao Lei stood up.

"It's tied!"

"Belgium has tied it!"

He was about to look at Shen Ling'er when she spoke.

"He's the one who passed the ball."

Zhao Lei nodded vigorously.

"Yes, De Bruyne!"

Shen Ling'er said seriously, "The Spanish player paused before passing the ball."

"Stop for a moment, it's okay for him."

"But for that uncle who can see into the distance, that's enough."

Zhou Chen couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he listened.

"That's the ability of top players to seize opportunities."

Zhao Lei looked at Shen Ling'er.

"So now it's one to one."

"Your prediction of a 2-1 score is still missing one goal from Spain."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Second half."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Are you so sure?"

Shen Ling'er said, "After Belgium catches up, they will find this method useful."

"They'll want to fight fast."

"But those who play fast get tired quickly."

"The Spanish way of passing things around may seem slow, but it actually saves effort."

Bai Sisi said in a low voice, "She's not looking at the present, she's looking at how her physical condition will change later."

Yang Mi looked at her daughter, her eyes filled with tenderness.

She was no longer surprised.

Or rather, she had long been used to Shen Ling'er always seeing things from a different perspective.

The first half has ended.

The score was 1-1.

During halftime, Zhao Lei ate a hot dog while reviewing the game.

"Spain takes the lead, Belgium equalizes."

"Teacher Ling'er has already guessed half of it."

Chen Doudou looked up.

Why is a hot dog called a hot dog?

Lin Jia took a deep breath.

"Because it's hot."

Chen Doudou continued, "What about the dog?"

Lin Jia: "..."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"There are no dogs."

Chen Doudou frowned.

"The name is not practical."

Zhao Lei almost choked from laughing.

"DouDou had a lot of opinions about the naming of the World Cup food today."

The second half begins.

Belgium did indeed attempt several more quick counter-attacks.

But Spain was more cautious than in the first half.

They no longer easily lost possession in midfield, but instead constantly used short passes to wear down the Belgian players' running.

The ball was passed back and forth between Spain's feet.

The Belgian players tried very hard to catch up, but after sixty minutes, their pressing speed in the attacking third slowed down significantly.

Shen Ling'er looked at the scene and suddenly put down her drink.

"Soon."

Zhao Lei has now developed a conditioned reflex to these two words.

He immediately sat up straight.

"What do you mean, 'soon'?"

Shen Ling'er said, "Spain's second goal."

Zhao Lei's heart jumped.

"How did you figure that out?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the Belgian midfielder.

One of them didn't want to pursue it anymore.

"It's not that he doesn't try, it's just that he's slow."

"If he's slow, the people around him should help him."

"If the people on one side help each other, the other side will be empty."

Zhao Lei looked in the direction she pointed.

Sure enough, the Belgian midfielders weren't as decisive when chasing back as they were in the first half.

Spain is constantly switching the ball from left to right and then back to the center.

It's like repeatedly knocking on a door.

Seventy-first minute.

The Spanish midfield suddenly increased the pace.

After two short passes, the ball was delivered to the edge of the penalty area.

The Belgian defense was drawn to the center.

The Spanish full-back made a high-speed run from the left.

A low, sweeping shot across the front of the goal.

The Spanish striker, following up at the far post, gently pushed the ball forward.

Goal!

Spain 2-1 Belgium.

The entire venue erupted again.

Zhao Lei froze on the spot.

Bai Sisi covered her mouth.

Zhou Chen also subconsciously looked at Shen Ling'er.

Chen Hao muttered, "Did I win again?"

Lin Jia glanced at the scoreboard.

"It's really two to one now."

The back row of the directing crew was eerily quiet.

The assistant director held the earpiece and lowered his voice.

"Director, the score is in again."

The director stared at Shen Ling'er's retreating figure in silence for a long time.

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

"I'm glad she's not on the opposing team's coaching staff."

Zhao Lei finally came to his senses.

He turned to the camera, his voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement.

"Dear viewers!"

"Spain 2-1!"

"Teacher Ling'er predicted before the match that Spain would beat Belgium 2-1!"

"Now, the score is truly 2-1!"

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 Belgium will be in a hurry later."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The barrage of comments has completely exploded.

"Holy crap! It's 2-1 again!"

"She was right about Spain beating Belgium 2-1!"

"Spain scored the first goal, Belgium equalized with the second, and Spain scored the third in the second half—she predicted it all!"

"This isn't just guessing the score; it's predicting the entire sequence of events in the game."

"Teacher Ling'er made consecutive predictions on the second match of the World Cup for the first time?"

"How exactly did Shen Fei raise his child?!"

The last twenty minutes.

Belgium began to make a major push.

De Bruyne continued to look for opportunities, and Lukaku also had a chance to shoot inside the penalty area.

But Spain's defense was very tight.

They no longer pursue beautiful passing and control, but instead use a more practical approach to slow down the game.

Ball control.

Return.

Transfer.

regain possession of the ball.

The Belgian players became increasingly anxious, and several of their crosses failed to pose a real threat.

Shen Ling'er watched for a while, then said softly, "It's not that Belgium doesn't have a chance, it's just that time is no longer on their side."

Yang Mi looked down at her.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Ling'er said, "They want to hurry, but time is running out."

"The less there is, the more urgent it is; the more urgent it is, the less stable the transmission will be."

"Spain doesn't need to advance any further; they just need to make them anxious."

Zhou Chen nodded slightly after listening.

That's a very accurate statement.

Zhao Lei also calmed down, which was rare for him.

As he watched the Belgian attacks being repeatedly thwarted by Spain, he suddenly understood something.

When Shen Ling'er watches a game, she doesn't just look at where the ball is going.

She was looking at why each person was running.

Why the rush?

Why is it slow?

Why hesitate?

The final whistle blew.

Spain 2-1 Belgium.

Spain 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 one of complete admiration.

"Teacher Ling'er."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Um?"

Zhao Lei asked seriously, "Is this really only your second time watching football?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"The second time."

Zhao Lei took a deep breath.

"Then why did you release the score again?"

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

"Spain has more possession, they'll score first."

"Belgium has that uncle who can pass long balls. If Spain is even a little slow in the middle, he can find an opportunity, so they can score one too."

"But Belgium relied on counter-attacks and attacks, and their stamina was used up faster than Spain's."

"If they slow down a bit in the second half, Spain will find open spaces."

"So Spain has two, and Belgium has one."

After she finished speaking, she added a sentence.

"Today was a little harder than yesterday."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Zhao Lei slowly looked at the camera.

"Dear viewers..."

"Did you hear me?"

She also felt that today was just a little difficult.

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.

"Spain 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 hot dog box in his hand.

"You ate too fast just now, which means you weren't full."

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.

Spanish fans cheered, while Belgian fans applauded with some regret.

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

#Shen Ling'er predicts Spain 2-1 Belgium#

#Teacher Ling'er correctly predicted the World Cup scores in a row#

#Shen Ling'er was right again when Spain advanced#

#Five-year-old child sees through possession-based football#

#Shen Ling'er figured it out at the World Cup#

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

"I thought yesterday was a coincidence, but it happened again today?"

"She didn't just guess the score, she even figured out the order in which the goals were scored."

"Spain scored first, Belgium equalized, Spain scored again in the second half, unbelievable!"

"She said Spain is moving other people around, that's an amazing statement."

"If this kid becomes a tactical analyst, the opposing coach will never be able to sleep."

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 about the second World Cup match?"

Shen Ling'er thought about it seriously.

"It looks pretty good."

"Spain keeps passing the ball, and Belgium keeps chasing it."

"One lets the ball run, the other lets the person run."

"They're all pretty 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 still have to buy the 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."

......