Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 46: A familiar girl from the Chinese opera

Zhao Zixuan's attention was attracted by the tall and beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's not that she's so beautiful.

There are so many beautiful girls in this world. Having lived two lives, what kind of beautiful girls has Zhao Zixuan not seen?

He just felt that the girl looked very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

But I couldn’t remember it for the moment.

The two mixed-race beauties were dissatisfied with the "intruder" who disturbed their fun. They cursed viciously in a foreign language that Zhao Zixuan could not understand, and then disappeared into a corner of the bar with their wine glasses.

Zhao Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief. He was originally worried that he would have to drink the glass of wine.

That's just right.

He thanked the "female warrior" gratefully.

"If you don't drink, why do you come to the bar?"

The female warrior was obviously a very outgoing person. She sat down next to Zhao Zixuan very naturally while talking, as if they were really familiar with each other.

Seeing her looking at him with a slightly playful look, Zhao Zixuan immediately retracted that slightly inquiring gaze. He knew in his heart that they should have never met each other.

So he answered her question casually.

"Come and watch the World Cup. It's such a grand game. It always feels like something is missing if you watch it alone."

"Just watching? Don't tell me you didn't buy the ball. I don't believe it."

She asked again, her red lips raised, revealing a row of white teeth, like the alluring sunlight, bright and dazzling.

Such outstanding beauty could hardly fail to attract other people's attention, and Zhao Zixuan couldn't help but think of Cheng Yuyan.

However, after comparison, he found that Cheng Yuyan was better in appearance.

Of course she is not bad either, much prettier than Song Qiuya and Wei Xiaoyao.

Moreover, she seemed to be taller than Cheng Yuyan, perhaps because of the pair of high heels on her feet.

Zhao Zixuan thought to himself that her height seemed to be close to his own.

Nowadays, men who are less than 180cm tall are prone to develop an inexplicable sense of inferiority.

But when he thought of the 3000 million in his wallet, he instantly returned to his normal, confident and uninhibited temperament.

"Just have some fun, what about you?"

As Zhao Zixuan spoke, he picked up a drink and tried to clink glasses with the people around him.

He had a pretty good feeling about her, probably because she looked familiar and a little pretty. It was inevitable to judge people by their appearance.

This is the pain point of men's vulgarity and dedication.

Knowingly committing the crime.

"Same as you."

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing an intoxicating smile, like the tenderness of the warm spring sun melting the glaciers.

Then, she raised the cup filled with drinks in her hand and gently touched it with Zhao Zixuan's cup. "Actually, I bought the game purely for the handsome Brazilian guy. You know, Neymar is Brazil's big baby."

After saying that, she gently sipped the drink in her hand, turned her eyes to Zhao Zixuan, and asked with a smile: "What about you, did you also bet on Brazil?"

Zhao Zixuan just smiled faintly and did not answer.

He never reveals his betting choices to anyone, whether close or not.

Once you get involved in the game of football betting, it is like stepping on a small boat that is difficult to control. No matter you return with a full load or suffer a complete failure, you may end up in a situation from which you cannot extricate yourself.

Not to mention far away.

This year alone, there have been many examples of people standing on rooftops and jumping off.

"What are you laughing at? Didn't you bet on Brazil? Then you're going to lose miserably. Brazil will definitely win this game!"

She should not be very old, and looks to be only about eighteen or nineteen years old. Although she is wearing makeup, the youthfulness and immaturity on her face cannot be concealed.

Zhao Zixuan was also a seasoned veteran who had seen countless women, and he could tell her approximate age at a glance.

She couldn't be more than twenty years old!

If it exceeds the limit, I didn’t say anything.

"What, you don't believe it?"

Seeing Zhao Zixuan secretly laughing, she couldn't help but talk about it: "My friend specializes in football betting. He has been a professional football fan for ten years. He said that the probability of Brazil advancing in this game is 100% because Brazil is the host!"

Zhao Zixuan nodded slightly and agreed: "Your friend is right, I also think Brazil will definitely advance to the next round."

She smiled brightly and said, "Yeah, that's what we call great minds think alike!"

Zhao Zixuan smiled without saying anything, thinking that there is a gap between heroes, just like there is a gap between champions.

It’s a pity that most people don’t understand this truth.

"Hey, are you also here for a graduation trip?" She saw that Zhao Zixuan was young and thought he was the same as her, so she asked this question.

Zhao Zixuan could hear the Sichuan and Chongqing accent in her voice and knew that she was probably not from this place either.

He said, "That's about right. Are you from Sichuan or Chongqing?"

"What do you mean by almost? You're so perfunctory when you speak."

She was sensitive to Zhao Zixuan's cold attitude towards her. She was not some terrible beast. Although this was the first time they met, she didn't need to be so defensive.

Who is the boy and who is the girl?
"How do you know I'm from Sichuan and Chongqing? Is it that obvious when I say it?"

she asked with a frown.

"It's okay, just a little bit." Zhao Zixuan actually felt that her Mandarin was quite standard, except that sometimes she would reveal some clues, which might be a matter of habit.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the heroine did not seem to come to the bar alone, and there was a group of people secretly observing them not far away.

Maybe it was because he lost the game of Dare?
Am I part of the party?

Could it be some ridiculous mission from the master?
He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on it, and said casually, "Is this the only stop on your graduation trip? By the way, which university are you going to apply to? If we're destined to be together, maybe we'll become college classmates."

“It’s a rare trip, so of course I want to visit Hong Kong and Macau.”

She immediately became interested and said with a sly smile, "I am an art student. Unless you are also an art student, we can't be college classmates."

"Northern Film Academy?"

"Chinese drama?"

Zhao Zixuan guessed twice, which made the other party show a surprised expression.

"Ah! How did you guess that?"

"How difficult is this? There are only a few key schools that art students can apply to. You look so outstanding, you won't apply to some third-rate colleges, right?"

Zhao Zixuan’s answer makes a lot of sense.

The other party gave a thumbs up sincerely, then raised a drink and clinked glasses, saying, "Good vision, it's worth a drink!"

Zhao Zixuan couldn't help but feel curious. She was just like him and didn't drink at the bar.

This is quite rare.

At this moment, a wailing sound suddenly rang out in the bar.

Chile scored a goal.

The score was tied at 1-1, and both sides returned to the same starting line.

Zhao Zixuan smiled happily, raised his glass and drank the drink in one gulp, feeling so refreshed!
But the girl next to him was not so happy. After the score was tied, all the money she bet might be lost.

“Isn’t Brazil a five-time World Cup champion?”

"That's it?"

"What is Neymar doing? Go score a goal!"

While listening to her mumbling, Zhao Zixuan sat firmly on the Diaoyutai Terrace, watching the game and quietly admiring the rich expressions of the people in the corner.

Perhaps she noticed something, and after the half-time, the heroine found an excuse to return to her classmates, causing a round of laughter.

Zhao Zixuan, who witnessed everything, toasted her with a drink from a distance.

The heroine also raised her cup, drank it in one gulp, and then gave him an apologetic look in return.

Zhao Zixuan smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart, just thinking it was an unexpected episode in his boring life.

Afterwards, the atmosphere in the bar remained lively.

The game on the big screen continued until the end of the 90-minute regular game. After entering the overtime, neither team had scored a goal, so the two sides started a penalty shootout.

In the end, the Brazilian team defeated their opponent through a penalty shootout and successfully advanced to the next round.

Many people who bet on Brazil to win in regular time now had disappointment and sadness written all over their faces.

Those who smash the table smash the table.

Those who break cups break cups.

Some even took off their clothes and started shaking their hips wildly.

Let’s get high!

……

The fans present had different expressions, but Zhao Zixuan couldn't stop smiling.

At this moment, he suddenly realized Mr. Lu Xun's wise words: Human sorrows and joys are not shared, I just think they are noisy.

　Requesting data, do you have tickets?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)