Chapter 695: Drug Addiction

【Asian Preliminaries Round of 40: China vs. Syria, Professional Livestream Room, Absolutely Professional!】

A tiny Douyin livestream room, without even homepage verification.

Yet in less than ten minutes after going live, this very room flooded with two million viewers; once the danmu comments were turned on, they flew across the sky so thickly that the streamer's face became invisible.

At times like this, you simply have to turn off the danmu.

"Doesn't the streamer need to review? Can he even pass the final exam..."

Tang Ye read out a fan's danmu comment: "I won't fail; my grades are excellent. I've been studying economics materials these past few nights and have already memorized all the key test points."

"But every time you only study for half an hour before stopping."

Zhou Ye's voice came from beside him; Tang Ye hurriedly pushed Zhou Ye out of the camera frame.

"She's lying, she's lying."

"Hey, I'm not lying, haha!"

"Mainly, I have talent, you know; macroeconomics isn't that hard—just memorize the key points and you pass."

Tang Ye appeared extremely confident.

His exam paper, of course, differed from those of ordinary cultural-study students; it had been specially designed.

Merely memorizing the core knowledge points, enough to slightly assist him in managing his assets, was already sufficient.

As for the exam itself, that was merely a side matter.

"Can you livestream during the football exam..."

"Hey, don't tell me you think it's a practical exam; there's no practical component. If I were to play, I'd need Manchester United's permission first."

Tang Ye pointed out the fans' misconception.

News reports had been too simplistic, causing many fans to misunderstand Tang Ye's football exam.

Expecting Tang Ye, like other sports students, to be graded on long passes, shooting, and practical match performance for his final grade was absolutely impossible.

【Streamer, then what does your theoretical exam cover?】

"I didn't ask either; it should be very simple, so I'm not preparing for it."

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this; the exam isn't the focus—the match is."

"China versus Syria, brothers; first, let me introduce our Chinese team's starting lineup for this match!"

After Tang Ye finished speaking, Zhou Ye beside him handed over her phone, its screen displaying Check Dongqiu Di's detailed match analysis.

"Goalkeeper: Yan Yan Junling!"

"Defenders: Tang Miao, Jiang Guangtai, Zhang Zhang Linpeng..."

"Sigh, brothers, this Jiang Guangtai is truly something. I even discussed him in a group chat before. Lippi held him in high regard, I recall. Hiss... it should be him. He wasn't called Jiang Guangtai at first; he should have an English name, but I can't remember it."

"Brownings?"

Zhou Ye's voice came from beside him.

"Right, it's Browning; I remember playing against him before, Everton, I think. Wait!"

Tang Ye looked at Zhou Ye: "How do you know?"

"Haha, I'm a professional too. Being your assistant requires professionalism; otherwise, how could I be an assistant?"

"Okay, okay, that works then."

"... Jiang Guangtai plays a long pass forward!"

"Damn, nice! What a pass, so accurate! Nice!"

"To the left wing! Wu Xinghan is driving down the line!"

"The opposing defender, number 13, don't know his name!"

"Number 13 intercepts, number 17 is coming over! Don't know his name either, damn it!"

"..."

【Streamer, can you be a bit more professional? Can you name even one Syrian player?】

【Tang Tang Qiuwang, haha, dying of laughter】

【If I were a Peking University professor, I'd immediately arrange a 'recognize players by face' exam for GGBond; Tang Ye would definitely fail】

【Looking down on our Tang Tang Qiuwang, huh? But indeed, this is too unprofessional; apart from the Chinese team, you don't recognize a single other player?】

【Streamer, why are you standing? Can you ask the assistant sitting in the chair to move aside? I don't want to watch the assistant.】

"Can you ask the assistant sitting in the chair to move aside..."

"Sure, sure."

Just as Tang Ye was about to ask Zhou Ye to move aside, he suddenly realized Zhou Ye was already standing.

There was only one person sitting in the chair.

That was him!

"Fuck!"

"Damn!"

"Hahaha!"

Accompanied by Zhou Ye's laughter, Tang Ye clasped his head with both hands: "No, stop messing with me; I'm a serious, professional commentator. If you keep distracting me, what if I can't commentate well?"

【Streamer, if your commentary were even one percent as good as your actual football skills, I'd watch. But this commentary... I truly can't bear it; can you at least learn a few more names?】

【Isn't he a 16-year-old super genius? Instead of making a name for himself in professional football, he's holed up here as a small streamer? Chinese football is truly hopeless】

【The person above, which timeline are you from? Sixteen years old?】

【Show some respect to the opposition; are you really expecting Tang Ye to play against Syria? Are you genuinely unafraid of Syria getting hammered for ten goals?】

"Zhang Zhang Xizhe passes forward to Ai Ai Kesen!"

"Watch my Brother Sen perform!"

"Shoot!"

"Beautiful!"

"Vamos!"

He shouted on reflex, but realizing something was wrong, Tang Ye quickly shut his mouth.

"The ball went in, brothers! 2-0!"

"I feel like we should be able to score a 3-0 today."

"Syria can score... no, they can't. Syria has no chance. With Jiang Guangtai and Brother Peng on that defense line, it's completely unsolvable, okay?"

"What if they do score..."

"If they score, I'll stream myself taking a shower. I'm not joking with you guys."

Seeing Tang Ye inching closer to falling into the fans' trap, Zhou Ye poked Tang Ye's waist with her index finger from the side.

But Tang Ye was already too heated up now.

"Listen to me, Syria definitely won't score. The gap in strength is right there; if it were me, I'd start celebrating early."

"..."

"Is this okay? I'm wearing just a pair of shorts."

Zhou Ye held her phone up to the hotel shower while Tang Ye stripped his clothes off completely, leaving only a pair of Adidas underwear.

"Haha, I feel like it works, but... they'll make you take off the underwear too, otherwise it doesn't count."

"No way, I definitely can't take off my underwear. If I take off my underwear, my livestream room will be gone!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Ye couldn't stop laughing, shaking her phone back and forth: "Hey, I warned you. You can't outplay them, yet you insisted on betting with them."

"How was I supposed to know Syria would get a penalty? I'm really screwed!"

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"Abandoning Manchester United, Tom joins Borussia Dortmund for a transfer fee of 250 million euros!"

"Borussia Dortmund is Tom's true home; Manchester United has already been abandoned!"

"Haha!"

Scrolling through the news on his phone, Escrivá smiled.

Tom should have come to Dortmund!

The so-called Ten Hag is nothing but a clown; his ability doesn't match Tom's talent!

And Borussia Dortmund is the only place Tom truly belongs!

250 million...

Thinking of something, Escrivá's eyebrows slowly furrowed.

How could Borussia Dortmund come up with 250 million euros all at once?