"Laowu, Laowu, the prophecy said that Daliao only scored one goal, right?"
The chubby guy seemed unsure and quickly asked Laowu, who was calm. The other two also looked at Wu Li with anticipation, waiting for his reassurance.
"Yes, relax, I'm sure that Daliao won't score another goal, and their own goal is probably coming soon. Just wait and see."
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
For some reason, they felt that Wu Li's words had a magical power that could soothe their hearts.
...
As Wu Li predicted, at the 38th minute of the game, Daliao made a blunder and actually scored an own goal.
The crowd at the stadium and in front of the TV were in an uproar!
But the chubby guy and his two friends were ecstatic in their hearts. The prophecy was almost certain to come true, and they just had to wait for their winnings.
They then thought about Wu Li not betting on the game and couldn't help but feel regretful.
"Laowu, how can I say this to you? With such a good opportunity, even a small amount of bet could be worth several years of salary."
"You're stubborn, don't know how to think."
"Laowu's faith is something we, ordinary people, can't understand for some petty gains."
After the bald guy finished speaking, the three of them looked at each other and said in unison, "Superficial!"
"Hahaha..."
...
Such words continued to appear on the table from time to time.
On the field, as predicted by Wu Li, Daliao's players were affected by the own goal and lost their composure and performance. They struggled to support their defense and lost their attacking edge.
But even so, Da Xia Fu didn't score another goal.
The score was tied at 1-1, and they entered the first half of overtime.
...
According to the prophecy, both sides would eventually stop at the first half of overtime.
But it wasn't until two minutes before the end of the first half of overtime that Da Xia Fu broke through Daliao's defender Pu Junfei and scored another goal.
This made the chubby guy and his two friends nervous again, and they quickly stopped teasing Wu Li.
With their eyes fixed on the TV, the chubby guy couldn't help but speak again.
"Laowu, say something, say something."
"I'm a little nervous."
"..."
"What are you guys freaking out about? You're all cowards!"
Finally, Wu Li seized the opportunity to vent some of his displeasure at being teased by the three of them.
Just as Wu Li finished speaking, a sudden change occurred on the field.
Only to see Da Xia Fu's star player Liu Zishu make a solo run, breaking through the entire Daliao defense, and then shooting from a long distance.
"Boom!"
The ball slid over a beautiful arc, perfectly avoiding the Daliao goalkeeper who had jumped to block it.
And then, it went straight into the top left corner of the goal!
Time froze at the last second of the first half of overtime!
"Damn, the ball went in!"
"He said 2-1 and it's really 2-1! In the last second! So amazing!"
"The Prophet is amazing!!!"
"Hiss... we won! We won!"
...
Once again, the unique cheers of the crowd echoed through the Far East Alley.
Such a happy scene.
It was even more prominent at Wu Li's table.
The three fat men jumped up from their seats at the same time, their faces flushed with excitement, and their bodies couldn't stop shaking.
"Prophet is awesome!" The three of them almost simultaneously shouted out these words.
"Boss, boss, quickly add dishes to every table. I'll cover the expenses for today's customers! Hahaha..." The fat man took the lead and shouted.
"Boss, give every table in the house the best bottle of wine on me!"
"Boss, give every table in the house the best cigarette. It's my treat!"
The bald man and the skinny guy seemed unwilling to be left behind, and they hurriedly spoke up.
It seemed that this was not enough to vent their excitement, so the three of them chatted and showed off to the people eating next to them, gradually digesting their inner excitement.
Wu Li suddenly felt that they were not on the same page.
Helplessly shaking his head, he picked up his glass of wine and drank it all in one go.
Then he left directly and took a taxi home.
...
Meanwhile, as various life stories played out in reality, the comments section under Jiang Feng's "Thousands of Fans" dynamic was surprisingly consistent.
The three parties who were still fighting before the competition were all attracted by the strong and accurate prediction results, laying down their arms and watching the miracle together.
"Damn, is this a reincarnated immortal?"
"I'm weak. When will Blue Star recover its vitality?"
"This is the second time. It's already the second accurate prediction."
"Are you from the East Sea? This is not the second time, but the third accurate prediction."
"Yes, this is the third time the master has predicted accurately. Actually, after the master's first two accurate predictions, I had my doubts because it was too shocking. But today, from the release of the prediction to the final result, I participated and observed the whole process. Every detail of the game and the prediction matched perfectly. So I just want to say one thing now, I'm convinced! Completely convinced!"
"Why watch the game when you can watch miracles?"
"Quick, repost it!"
"Oh yeah, the one who said that Daliao lost and had to eat shit, post it in the live chat room."
...
Among the many comments, it is worth mentioning the comment from Football Old Lei.
Compared to his previous lengthy comments, after the game result came out, Old Lei's comment under Jiang Feng's "Thousands of Fans" was much shorter and more concise.
"I'm convinced!"
These four words can be considered as words of truth.
At the same time, with Old Lei's another repost, his fans once again flooded into Jiang Feng's "Thousands of Fans" dynamic.
However, after just a dozen hours, this group of people underwent a dramatic change.
This is actually easy to understand. Since their own blogger has already been convinced, it is relatively easy for fans who already believe in Old Lei to accept this matter.
So they reposted and commented, and followed Jiang Feng's "Thousands of Fans" account.
(End of this chapter)