On that day, the Asian Preliminary Competition for the World Cup in South Korea and Japan officially began.
It was Qin Guan’s happiest time after Cong Nianwei’s birthday.
All his roommates had gotten the day off work. They had put a large mat before the couch and arranged the iced beer and dishes as they were waiting.
Wang Lei threw a green soy bean in his mouth. "Why are you so nervous? You even want to drink in advance!"
"Nonsense! All fans will get ready before the match."
"An hour in advance?"
"You’re ruining the atmosphere! It's not even funny!"
Looking at his noisy friends, Qin Guan took a sip of his beer. Suddenly, his phone rang.
"Yes, it's me. I’m free now, I’m just watching the match. What? To your club? I have six friends here. Okay, great!"
Qin Guan hung up and told them, "It’s boring to watch TV at home. We can go somewhere else. My treat, okay?"
