It wasn't long before the Argentina vs. Croatia match started.
Argentina clearly had a stronger team.
They effortlessly won 3:0 and advanced to the finals.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!"
Messi slid to his knees on the pitch.
"!!!!!!! Aaaahhhhhhh"
Gao Yang was rolling on the living room floor:
"We won, damn it! Lin Xian, we're going to be rich!"
Gao Yang somersaulted up and grabbed Lin Xian's hand tightly:
"Comrade Lin Xian! Our bright future is in your hands now!"
Lin Xian shook off Gao Yang's hand:
"Didn't you just say that my dream was unreliable and not a vision of the real future?"
"Uh..."
Gao Yang scratched his head, looking at the pile of lottery tickets on the coffee table:
"I think I need more experimental data before I can conclude. So, about tomorrow's semifinal, France vs. Morocco—who will win? Tell me!"
Lin Xian recalled the phrase he had seen in his dream...
[The Argentina Team beats the France Team in a penalty shootout and wins the championship.]
