Chapter 105 Young Master Feng, You've Lost the Bet!
"Hey, brat! I'm asking you!"
As soon as the live stream started, surrounded by a group of girls, Feng Liang picked up a peanut and threw it at Ye Chen's face.
"What the fu..." Didn't even wait for Ye Chen to react; Zhang Jingshan, who was about to burst into anger, got stopped by Ye Chen.
The latter shook his head in disagreement.
There's no need for them to cause a ruckus with a psycho, who was about to suffer from a bloody disaster, or even lost his life soon.
Although he didn't know why Zhao Jiwei's name didn't appear in the massacre occurred in the Tiangong Club in his previous life, it didn't prevent him from being sure that the bloodbath will happen tonight, right at this place.
All the requirements for that bloodbath have gathered here- the psychotic Feng Liang and the girl from the music college, who was the main trigger of that bloodbath in his previous life.
Originally, he could easily resolve this bloody disaster, but now he has changed his mind.
Not only wouldn't he resolve the case, he also wouldn't let Feng Liang to have the chance of a narrow escape.
According to the news on the Internet, the reason Feng Liang could escape in the previous life was thanks to Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe.
If it weren't for Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe's acting heroes, Feng Liang wouldn't be able to flee.
Thus, he was going to grab Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe out of that chaos, since he still has a good impression of them.
"What's the matter, Young Master Feng?" After holding back Zhang Jingshan, the malicious Ye Chen wiped the stain on his face where the peanuts hit him, smiled and asked indifferently.
"How long do you think they'll take to score a goal?" As if ignoring Zhang Jingshan's furious demeanor, Feng Liang teased in a sneering-jeering manner.
"I only know little about football, so Young Master Feng's question has really troubled me!" Ye Chen exclaimed.
"Fuck! Then how come do you still dare to bet with me?" Feng Liang laughed madly.
"My intuition tells me they'll get a big score!" Ye Chen replied calmly.
"Your intuition? You dare to bet 7+ goals with me merely with the intuition of yours? C'mon, Li Mu is really right! You're an idiot! Haha!"
However, didn't even wait Feng Liang to finish his words-
On the TV screen where the match has just started off three minutes ago-
"Bayern has the 1-0 lead!"
In the narrator's unbelievable exclamation, Feng Liang froze in disbelief.
In opposition, the trios- Zhang Jingshan, Li Changfeng and Zhao Jiwei shouted excitedly, "Yes!"
Having the first goal at the beginning- in this kind of match between the two powerful teams, this was the trend of scoring!
"They just scored a goal. What are you excited about?" Feng Liang uttered gloomily.
However, there was uneasiness in his heart.
Scoring a goal at the start- this wasn't a good beginning.
"You're right, there're still 7 goals left! What are you guys excited about?" Ye Chen snorted playfully.
Zhang Jingshan glanced at Ye Chen in embarrassed and kept quiet.
What made him calm down was the playful smile in Ye Chen's eyes.
Time flied. 6 minutes have passed.
The Bayern scored a goal after their mistake.
"The score went to 1:1!"
"2 goals!"
...
20 minutes later, Bayern scored another goal.
"2:1!"
"Number of goals-3!"
After 6 minutes-
"Bayern has got another victory! The score is 3:1, and the number of goals has reached 4!"
4 goals in just 26 minutes.
The hall fell into a heavy silence.
Feng Liang's face drained from its color. It hasn't even been 30 minutes, and yet there's already 4 goals!
What's horrors him more was-
When it came to 30 minutes, Bayern scored again!
The total number of goals reached 5!
Although these 5 goals were fixed for the first half of the match, Feng Liang could no longer keep his composure.
If it were 2 to 3 goals, he would definitely keep his cool.
The score of 4:1 gave the opponent no way back.
The Barcelona lost his head and recklessly attacked.
Bayern itself was also not the team that plays safe as soon as it has its advantage.
Under the thrilling match between the two equally powerful football teams, especially where the score was 4:1, could the teams be able to get 2 more goals for the second half in the football game? Feng Liang couldn't stop shivering.
As what he thought earlier, he didn't care about losing a Lamborghini and an apartment in Dijingyuan.
He just couldn't accept to lose, especially losing to Zhang Jingshan and Zhao Jiwei!
15 minutes after the half-time interval, when the game time came to 56 minutes, Feng Liang's heart stammered hardly again!
Barcelona's counterattack paid off.
"4:2!"
"The total number of goals reached 6!"
"Fuck you!" Feng Liang roared in anger.
"Why the hurry, Young Master Feng? There're only 6 goals, they have to score 2 more goals for you to lose!" This time, Zhang Jingshan teased him back in a sneering-jeering manner.
Facing Zhang Jingshan's provocation, Feng Liang gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger.
There were over 30 minutes left.
Corresponding to the situation, let alone 2 more goals; it's not impossible to get 4 more goals...
Nevertheless, facing in front of Zhang Jingshan, Feng Liang will never allow himself to show slightest sight of panic himself.
In the blink of an eye, his anxiety was replaced with a twisted look. Turning his head and glared at Zhang Jingshan, he seethed, "As what you said, they have to score 2 more goals before I lose! So it's too early for you to be happy!"
Zhang Jingshan grinned lightly, "Then let's wait and see!"
Glancing at Zhang Jingshan's sarcastic smile, Feng Liang, whose emotions were on the verge of losing control, gritted his teeth and continued to stare at the screen with a grim expression.
As everyone knew, only 6 minutes have passed since the last goal.
At the 62 minutes on the field, the Bayern scored another goal.
The total number of goals in the game has reached 7!
The bet that first people thought Zhang Jingshan, Zhao Jiwei and the others have lost their minds, has turned its table.
With this goal, Ye Chen and his gang have secured their success.
At instance, everyone looked at Feng Liang.
Only did they notice that once all-mighty young master was panting heavily.
"Young Master Feng, it's such a pity that you have no chance to let us performing strip pole dance!" Zhang Jingshan cackled provocatively.
"But it's not like you can win my car and my house yet!" Feng Liang shook his head frantically and squealed.
His psychotic madness has gradually revealed.
"Alright! Let's continue watching this match!" Zhang Jingshan shrugged and smiled playfully.
At this moment, Zhao Jiwei, Xu Wenhui, and Qiu Yingzhe changed their perceptions of Ye Chen.
This was because Ye Chen accepted this bet!
To bet on 7 goals- even someone who knew little about football, was unlikely to throw this bet... However, this guy didn't hesitate to give it in.
Winning the bet by his intuition, and commented Feng Liang was going to be unlucky today...
Holy Moly! Wasn't these too magical? From observing Feng Liang's physiognomy until predicting the results of the football match- all his predictions became reality!
Recalling what Zhang Jingshan mentioned before, the Old Master of his family believed in Ye Chen-
Their glances on Ye Chen have become different.
On the screen, the game continued.
Even if Feng Liang tried his best to conceal, he couldn't hide his nervousness, so much so that every kick on the football made him trembled.
When the match came to 81 minutes, it rooted him to the ground, as if struck by lightning.
"Bayern scored 6:2! The total number of goals is 8!"
He lost...
Didn't even wait for him to regain his senses, immediately after 3 minutes, "7:2! Total number of goals, 9!"
4 minutes later, when the game time was 88 minutes, "8:2! Total number of goals, 10!"
Accompanied by the sound of the final whistle, they fixed the score at 8:2!
In the Tiangong Club, on the seventh floor-
Except for the unbelievable exclamation of the football commentator sounded from the TV screen, the hall fell into a deafening silence!
This score, this number of goals.
Even Zhang Jingshan and Zhao Jiwei were gaping in awe.
"Young Master Feng, you've lost the bet!"
In a dead silence, Ye Chen stood up and smiled leisurely.