Chapter 34

From behind, Bai Wei looked as though she were snuggled against Liu Chuanfeng, while Liu Chuanfeng sat upright and straight. At this point, the game had reached the crucial ninetieth minute, and the Brazilian team had already begun their counterattack. Pangzi's inner anxiety was no less than that of the players on the pitch, because right now, only three people knew that the bizarre scoreline they had bet on was 7:1. On the screen, Draxler sent a through ball to a surging Özil, whose one-on-one shot past the goalkeeper missed the far post. The attempt had failed after all, and Pangzi let out a long sigh inwardly. If that shot had gone in, the 7:1 would practically be locked in. Right after that, however, another chance materialized, and Pangzi's heart instantly leaped into his throat, fixing his gaze on the screen as Marcelo sent a long pass from the backfield, and Özil—correction, Oscar slipped past Boateng and scored.