ATPnovel Chapter 25, Brother 7, reward me with one.
Chapter 25, Brother 7, reward me with one.
In China, a live-streaming studio in a basement at dawn.
Li Laoqi was slumped in his old gaming chair, legs crossed, his toes swinging back and forth.
He stared intently at the withdrawal notification on his phone screen. The balance of two hundred thousand yuan made his oily face beam with joy.
"Brothers!"
Li Laoqi leaned close to the microphone, spitting as he spoke, his voice rising eight octaves.
This is a man's confidence.
They say money is a man's aphrodisiac.
At this moment, Li Laoqi was even more thrilled as he watched the comments section.
"Do you even understand what monetizing knowledge means? Is football just for playing? Wrong! Football is for analyzing!"
He slammed his hand on the table, making a loud "bang" sound.
"I predicted Li Jing's medical timeout before the match! Atletico Madrid absolutely won't lose this game! Old Seven, are you impressed with my shrewd move?!"
The live stream chat was flooded with comments.
"Seventh Brother, the God of Gamblers!"
"I want to help my younger brother out, and I also want to buy a house!"
"Seventh Brother's move is in the atmosphere!"
The comments section was now filled with envy.
20, that's a full 20.
That's a whole year's salary for an average person!
Just as Li Laoqi was becoming extremely arrogant, Little Potato, who had been sitting by the bed, suddenly stood up.
She stared intently at the balance on Li Laoqi's phone screen, her ample chest heaving violently.
Little Potato took two steps forward and grabbed Li Laoqi's arm.
"Seventh Brother!"
The little potato's voice was trembling.
"Why didn't you listen to me? Did you know you should have put the 300,000 in this card in the first place? You put it all in, and now it's become 1.5 million!"
Li Laoqi was enjoying the praise from the comments when he heard this and suddenly pulled his arm back.
He looked at Little Potato like he was an idiot and rolled his eyes dramatically.
"You don't know anything!"
Li Laoqi cursed without any politeness.
"Do you really think the betting companies are your personal ATM? The ball is round, what if I'm wrong!"
He reached out and tapped the little potato's forehead with his finger.
"Do you even know what a risk-reward ratio is? If we throw in 300,000 and it all goes wrong, we'll both be sleeping under a bridge tomorrow! A brain is a good thing, but unfortunately you don't have one."
The little potato was scolded, but he wasn't angry at all.
Instead, she grinned and leaned closer, pressing her entire body against Li Laoqi's arm. She pulled a brightly colored business card from her coat pocket and slapped it onto the computer desk with a "thud".
"Okay, okay, you know football, I'll listen to you."
Little Potato blinked.
"Now that we have some extra money, Seventh Brother, you still haven't given me the gold you promised as a birthday present. You have to give me something today."
Li Laoqi glanced at the business card but couldn't make out the words on it.
"What should I give you? A handbag or cosmetics?"
"no."
Little Potato pointed at the business card, smiling broadly.
"This is the VVIP package I picked up at the urology clinic downstairs this afternoon. Go get your foreskin removed tomorrow! You promised to reward me!"
This statement came out.
The live stream chat fell silent for two seconds.
Immediately afterwards, the screen exploded with a barrage of comments, densely covering the entire screen.
"???"
"Holy crap! Seventh Brother is getting a circumcision?"
"Sister-in-law is awesome! Seventh Brother is no match!"
"Hahaha, what the hell is this reward?! I'm dying of laughter!"
Li Laoqi's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his neck bulged out.
He shoved the microphone shut, lowered his voice, and roared at Little Potato:
"What the hell are you spouting in the live stream! You may have no shame, but I do! Tens of thousands of people heard it!"
Little Potato completely ignored the barrage of sarcastic comments. She suddenly stood up and took two steps back.
Then, in front of the camera, she zipped up her oversized coat.
It wasn't his usual loungewear underneath, but an extremely provocative sailor suit that Li Laoqi usually loved the most.
The skirt was extremely short, and white stockings tightly covered her legs.
The little potato swayed her waist sweetly, drawing out her voice:
"Seventh Brother, let's end the broadcast, I've already changed my clothes~"
Li Laoqi's eyes widened instantly.
He stared at the little potato, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as he swallowed hard.
Seeing this, Li Laoqi's lips curled into a possessive smile. He grabbed the power cord of the computer host and pulled it out forcefully.
"Bang!"
The live stream screen went black instantly.
The audience was left bewildered, staring at the black screen, their minds filled with question marks and exclamation points.
……
The next day.
Burj Al Arab Dubai.
Rooftop outdoor swimming pool.
The sunlight was extremely dazzling, and the water rippled in the breeze, reflecting golden spots of light.
Atletico Madrid players are enjoying a well-deserved break after this tough match.
No, even though it was just the end of a holiday.
But they all felt a bit emotional, realizing that the oil tycoons really knew how to enjoy holidays.
The sponsors booked this hotel for them.
It was so extravagant that it was beyond their comprehension.
Whether it was last night or now, they are feeling that the power of money is outrageous.
I won't go into the specifics...
The air was filled with the aroma of sunscreen and cocktails.
Courtois wore an extremely exaggerated pair of pink sunglasses, his massive body perched on an inflatable flamingo, swaying gently with the ripples in the water.
He held a blue cocktail with a small umbrella in his right hand and a phone in his left, blowing kisses wildly at the twin sisters on the screen while spewing cheesy, cheesy pick-up lines.
Gabi and Falco, wearing floral shorts, sat side by side on lounge chairs by the pool, sunbathing.
Gabby picked up his chilled beer, took a sip, and glanced around the pool.
"Where's that kid Li?"
Gabi frowned.
"What were you doing? I went to his room and knocked, but no one answered."
Falcao pushed up his sunglasses and pointed to a corner at the very edge of the pool.
"Over there."
The camera cuts to a shady spot in the corner of the pool.
Li Jing, wearing black beach shorts, leaned back on a large lounge chair.
Wearing sunglasses, I brought up the system panel in my mind.
[Host: Li Jing]
[Currently available training hours: 55000 points]
This is all thanks to the money they squeezed out of Di Maria and Higuain in yesterday's match.
He was somewhat taken aback.
So many?
Indeed, putting aside personal conduct and enjoying life is Earth Online's version of the answer.
He was even somewhat swayed to actually go and complete Antonella's mission.
Li Jing tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the recliner, pondering in his mind.
"An exchange rate of 100 to 1 is really outrageous."
Li Jing secretly slandered,
"But now that we have 550 hours of dedicated training time, I wonder if that will be enough to stop Messi."
Moreover, Li Jing has now discovered it.
There's another advantage to training with Messi.
In La Liga, there are too many wingers who like to cut inside with their left foot.
It seems to allow him to deal with these left-footed players with greater ease.
However, this time, he does not intend to convert all of these special training hours into Messi's exclusive training hours.
During this competition, he discovered many of his shortcomings.
For example, heading, and the ability to advance the ball.
These points need to be added!
Of course, something that was giving him a headache was still on his mind.
[A fatal constraint: In any future official match against Barcelona, a loss is absolutely not permitted (including but not limited to being defeated by a last-minute goal or falling behind by a large margin).]
Playing against Barcelona and losing could mean rupturing your Achilles tendon and ending your season.
But before that, he still has to deal with the upcoming league matches.
……