Chapter 39: Let the Bullet Fly for a While

"Can't you have any principles? We're German team supporters—how could we bet on Brazil to win!"

Seeing everyone follow Chen Yang in betting on Brazil to win, Zhang Jun got angry.

"What do kids know? Betting on Brazil doesn't mean we don't support Germany."

"If Germany wins, we're happy; if Brazil wins, we're happy with money. Either way, we don't lose."

"Kids don't understand football; the more popular Brazil is, the higher the chance they lose. We're actually helping Germany win the championship by doing the opposite."

The German supporters' rebuttal made Zhang Jun almost spit blood with anger. The idea that betting on the opponent winning would let our side win—what logic is that? If this worked, even the national team could win the World Cup!

Zhang Jun continued to drink in gloom, wishing he could get drunk to dispel all his worries.

Chen Yang's mood wasn't high either. Especially when he heard those German supporters say they wanted to deliberately hype up Brazil, his mood became even more uneasy.

Will history be rewritten?

The second half started quickly. Germany launched an attack right away, threatening Brazil's goal twice within just three minutes.

Zhang Jun, who had been feeling down, instantly got excited and shouted at the LCD screen: 'Come on, Germany! Crush Brazil!'

"Score one! Score one!" the German supporters had no objection to Zhang Jun's behavior this time and joined in shouting.

On the Brazilian side, the atmosphere was much more subdued. Chen Yang kept eating fruit to hide his inner unease. Liu Qingqing tightly gripped Chen Yang's arm, gritting her teeth. Liu Shijie stared at the screen in silence. The other supporters also stared at the screen without saying a word.

"Germany, score one! Score one!" Zhang Jun shouted, getting more and more excited.

Meanwhile, the German team on the field seemed to have taken stimulants, kicking harder and harder. Their blitz attacks left Brazil flustered, and the invincible 3R combination lost its sharp edge.

"Senior, Brazil won't lose, will they?"

"I don't know. Let the bullet fly for a while!"

Chen Yang recalled a line from a classic film by a famous domestic director. At this point, being anxious wouldn't help. As long as Brazil didn't concede, the suspense would continue.

"Come on, Brazil!" Liu Qingqing, dissatisfied with the atmosphere, was the first to stand up and oppose the German supporters.

"Brazil, score one!" Liu Shijie also stood up to strongly support his sister.

"Come on, Brazil! Brazil, score one!" Other Brazilian supporters also responded in kind.

The whole bar instantly erupted, the cheering drowned out the commentary of the live broadcast guests. Only the professionally trained waitresses by the booths remained calm.

Chen Yang sat on the soft sofa, appearing calm on the surface but actually feeling tumultuous inside. From the start of the second half, his mouth never stopped—either constantly stuffing various delicious fruits or picking up chopsticks of fragrant side dishes to eat.

However, his eyes remained fixed on every move on the field, missing no detail.

What somewhat reassured him was that although Brazil looked a bit passive on the field, there was no sign of the players putting on a show.

At the 67th minute of the match, the Alien Ronaldo successfully stole the ball from German midfielder Hamann's feet. He quickly passed it to Rivaldo, whose shot was saved by German goalkeeper Kahn!

But, he fumbled it!

Ronaldo leapt up and kicked it again.

The ball went in!

Brazil led Germany 1-0!

"Scored! Scored!" Liu Qingqing excitedly hugged Chen Yang and kissed his cheek.

Liu Shijie had also wanted to celebrate with Chen Yang, but seeing his sister's action he froze instantly.

Fortunately Chen Yang reacted quickly, shaking off Liu Qingqing's hand, picking up the beer bottle on the table and shouting to the Brazilian supporters: 'For Brazil's goal, everyone have a drink.'

"Okay, have one!" The Brazilian supporters responded eagerly. They had also been holding back for several minutes and wanted to vent.

On the other side, the German supporters were also drinking glumly. Zhang Jun even more angrily shouted at the TV: 'Kahn, you damn bastard, even this counts as buttery hands. What golden-haired lion king, even a dog is better!'

"Shut your fucking mouth, without Kahn could Germany even reach the finals? I think you're the mad dog that likes to bite people at random!"

"Exactly, he's been yelling nonstop since the start, with zero quality. Zhang Peng, don't bring this kind of person next time—it's really a buzzkill."

"Guys, don't be angry; after the game I'll take everyone to Heaven and Earth to get rid of the fire."

"Alright, just let him be quiet, don't interfere with our watching the game."

Zhang Jun gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could throw all the bottles on the table and smash those annoying German supporters.

"Let me be quiet? You guys just shouted louder than I did!"

What the hell!

The match continued, and after conceding, Germany's attack became even more fierce. Facing Brazil's dense defense, they frequently launched long-range shots from outside the penalty area, forcing Brazil's goalmouth into chaos.

"Come on, Germany!"

"Score one! Score one!"

The German supporters' enthusiasm rose again.

"Hang in there, Brazil!"

"Come on, Brazil, score another one!"

The Brazilian supporters were not to be outdone, led by Liu Qingqing, all cheering loudly for Brazil.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun rolled his eyes in anger. Damn it, telling others to be quiet only made them louder!

Zhang Jun now really hopes the match ends in a draw, so he can anger both sides' supporters. Especially Chen Yang, I heard this kid borrowed money to place a big bet. If Brazil can't win, he'll have to sell his organs to pay off the debt. Just thinking about it feels great!

Unfortunately, the German team wasn't as strong as Zhang Jun imagined. In the 79th minute, Ronaldo again broke through the goal guarded by Kahn.

"2-0, I won! We won!" Liu Qingqing happily hugged Chen Yang again.

"Chen Yang, you little guy are amazing!" Liu Shijie seemed prepared, grabbed Chen Yang's face in one move, cleverly stopping Liu Qingqing from going further.

Liu Qingqing glared at Liu Shijie fiercely; he pretended not to notice.

Chen Yang had already calmed down when Brazil scored their first goal. Now he feels even more assured. Even if there's a script, it shouldn't affect Brazil winning.

"Stay calm! Stay calm! The match isn't over yet!"

"The match isn't over yet! Come on, Germany! Quickly tie the score!"

Zhang Jun unwillingly roared. At this point he didn't care about others' opinions. A bunch of pig teammates—next time they beg him to come, he won't.

"Come on! Germany!"

Come on! Brazil Team!

The match time ticked away bit by bit, and it ultimately ended with a score of Brazil 2:0 Germany.

The Brazil Team won the World Cup again after an eight-year hiatus. This was also their fifth World Cup title in team history.

Zhang Jun lay down disappointedly on the sofa. He deeply regretted supporting the Germany team together with Zhang Peng; this mistaken choice caused the limelight to be snatched by a fake fan. And that fake fan is the person he hates most in his life!