章節 105: 105 Mr. Feng, you lose.
"Hai, hi, Hui, I'm asking you!"
The game screen just started.
Surrounded by a group of girls.
Feng Liang picked up a peanut and threw it at Ye Chen's face.
"I fuck you..."
Before Ye Chen could react.
Zhang Jingshan couldn't help it.
Just as he was about to roar in anger.
Ye Chen pressed him down again.
Then he shook his head at him nonchalantly.
-He is a lunatic who is about to get into a bloody disaster, or even lose his life, so there is no need to worry about it.
Although he didn't know why the name Zhao Jiwei did not appear in the Tiangong Club bloody incident in his previous life.
But this did not prevent him from being certain that the bloody crime happened tonight, and it happened here.
Because Feng Liang's neurotic behavior and the girl from the music college who was the fuse in his previous life are already in place.
Originally, he could have easily resolved this bloodbath, but now he has changed his mind. Not only will he not resolve it, but he will also not allow Feng Liang to even have a chance to slip away.
According to online news, the reason why Feng Liang was able to escape in his previous life was because Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe attracted the opponent's firepower.
If Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe hadn't been so pretentious, Feng Liang wouldn't have been able to escape. So, he was ready to rescue Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe.
After all, he still has some good feelings towards these two people.
"What's wrong, Mr. Feng!
After holding down Zhang Jingshan, the sinister Ye Chen wiped the dirt on his face from the peanuts.
He smiled faintly as if he didn't care.
"How long do you say it will take to score a goal?"
As if ignoring Zhang Jingshan's furious expression, Feng Liang joked. "I don't know much about football, and Master Feng's question really stumped me!" Ye Chen
"Fuck, you dare to bet with me?" Feng Liang laughed crazily.
"I just have a feeling that there should be a big score!" Ye Chen said slowly.
"Intuition? You're just betting 7+ with me based on your intuition? Damn, Li Mu is right, you're just an idiot, haha!
However, Feng Liang had not finished speaking.
The event on the screen was only three minutes into the game.
Bayern is already leading by one to zero!
Amid the commentator's exclamation of disbelief.
Feng Liang's expression suddenly froze.
Zhang Jingshan, Li Changfeng and Zhao Jiwei shouted excitedly, "Beautiful!"
There was a goal at the start, and in this battle between two strong teams, it was likely to be a goal-scoring battle.
"It's just one goal, why are you so excited?"
Feng Liang said with a gloomy face.
But a vague feeling of uneasiness arose in my heart.
A goal was scored at the start, but it was an own goal.
This is not a good sign.
"Yes, there are still seven left. Why are you so excited?"
Ye Chen pondered.
Zhang Jingshan looked at Ye Chen awkwardly and said nothing more.
But the playful smile in Ye Chen's eyes made him feel at ease. A few minutes later.
The game time came to six minutes.
The Bayern defender made an error in clearing the ball, resulting in an own goal.
The score on the field is 1:1!
Number of goals - 2!
In the 20th minute, Bayern scored another goal.
2:1!
Number of goals – 3!
Six minutes later.
Bayern scored another goal, the score was 3:1, and the number of goals reached 4! In just 26 minutes.
The 4 goals not only silenced the hall.
Even Feng Liang's face turned pale.
Because it's not even thirty minutes yet!
However.
Just when the time on the court reached thirty minutes.
Bayern wins another game!
The total number of goals scored in the game reached 5!
Although these 5 goals became the freeze frame of the first half.
But Feng Liang could no longer remain calm.
If it was two or three, he would definitely be calm and relaxed. But the score of 4:1 left the other side with no way to retreat. They could only attack desperately.
Bayern itself is not the kind of team that will defend to the death once it has an advantage.
With both teams having strong attacking groups in the frontcourt, and the score at 4:1 being the last one to go, there was no room for retreat.
Can we score two goals in the second half, or more than two goals?
Feng Liang couldn't stop shivering.
Again, he doesn't care about a Lamborghini or a house in Dijingyuan. But he can't accept losing, can't accept losing to Zhang Jingshan and Zhao Jiwei!
Fifteen minutes later after the half-time break.
When the game time reached 56 minutes, Feng Liang was hit hard again!
Barcelona's counterattack paid off.
4:2!
The total number of goals in the game reached 6! "Fuck you!"
Feng Liang roared in a state of mental imbalance.
"Mr. Feng, why are you in such a hurry? There are only six of them. You have to score two more before you lose!" This time, there was no need for Ye Chen to comfort him. Instead, it was Zhang Jingshan who came to tease and sneer.
Facing Zhang Jingshan's teasing provocation.
Feng Liang gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger.
There are still more than 30 minutes left. With the current situation on the field, it is possible to score four more goals, let alone two more...
But in front of Zhang Jingshan, Feng Liang would never allow himself to show the slightest sign of fear. The panic on his face was replaced by a twisted and ferocious look in an instant, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Jingshan. He said coldly, "As you said, I have to score two more goals before I lose, so you don't need to be happy so early!"
Zhang Jingshan smiled faintly, "Then let's wait and see!"
Following Zhang Jingshan's sarcastic smile.
Feng Liang, whose emotions were on the verge of getting out of control, gritted his teeth and continued to stare at the screen with a grim face.
Little did we know that only six minutes had passed since the last goal.
At the 62nd minute, the frantic Bayern scored another goal. The total number of goals in the game has reached 7!
This seemed like a crazy bet that had Zhang Jingshan and Zhao Jiwei's brains caught in the trap. With this goal, Ye Chen and his team were already invincible.
In an instant.
Everyone looked at Feng Liang.
I saw that the young master's breathing was extremely heavy at this time.
"Mr. Feng, you don't give us a chance to do striptease pole dancing!"
Zhang Jingshan once again made a playful and provocative sound.
"But it doesn't mean you can win my car and house!" Feng Liang roared madly, shaking his head.
The neurotic madness has gradually revealed itself.
"Well, let's just read on!" Zhang Jingshan shrugged and smiled playfully.
And at this time.
The way Zhao Jiwei, Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe looked at Ye Chen had completely changed.
Because Ye Chen accepted this bet!
Anyone who knows a little about football would never bet on a goal of 7+.
But this guy agreed without hesitation.
The reason is that intuition can win, and Feng Liang's forehead is unlucky.. This is so fucking amazing, isn't it?
Is it possible to predict from Feng Liang's face that there will be such an incredible number of goals in this powerful match on the other side of the ocean?
Thinking of what Zhang Jingshan said before, the old man believed it without a doubt - in an instant, the eyes of several people looking at Ye Chen became hot.
on the screen.
The game goes on.
No matter how hard Feng Liang tried to cover it up.
He couldn't hide his nervousness, so much so that every attack on the court made him tremble all over.
When the game time reached 81 minutes, the whole person was suddenly struck by lightning.
Bayern scored, 6:2!
Eight goals!
He lost.
But he didn't wait for him to recover.
Three minutes later, 7:2! Nine goals!
Another four minutes later.
Game time: 88 minutes, 8:2! Number of goals: ten!
With the final whistle.
The score is fixed at 8:2!
The seventh floor lobby of Tiangong Club at this moment.
Except for the football commentator's voice of disbelief that still lingered on the screen.
Complete silence!
This score, this number of goals.
Even Zhang Jingshan and Zhao Jiwei were stunned in disbelief. "Master Feng, you lost!"
In dead silence.
Ye Chen stood up and smiled leisurely.
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