Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 224 Tragic Victory_1

It wasn’t long before Candy returned, and Big Pancake Face also successfully applied for a two hundred million US Dollar high-interest loan.

After both sides placed their bets, the wager was set, and Xiao Ming returned to his private booth.

At this point, the match had reached the final five minutes, with the score still tied at 1:1.

The Korea Team on the field seemed to feel ashamed to be drawing with Han Country and launched a fierce offensive, with the soccer ball almost constantly rotating in Han Country’s half, essentially pressing them hard.

In contrast, the Han Country team was exactly the opposite. Whenever the camera caught the coaching staff, those bastards were actually laughing and joking around. Even a blind person could see their happiness and excitement, as if a draw was already a glorious achievement.

Even though Xiao Ming knew the outcome, witnessing this still irritated him so much he wished he could burst through the screen and beat those people back into the womb.

However, he still underestimated the shamelessness of the coaching staff. Two minutes later, they actually substituted their main players, allowing the reserve bench players to take the field.

Candy’s specially chosen Chinese commentary channel was still making excuses for them, euphemistically calling it player training.

"Training my ass!" Xiao Ming cursed vehemently.

Clearly, the coaching staff had never intended to win. A draw was best, and even if they lost, the opponents could only score one more goal at most in the remaining time, no big deal.

They had given up!

In reality, from a probability standpoint, a large nation with over a billion people should be able to find at least a dozen people who can play soccer.

Han Country’s soccer had indeed seen its moments of glory in the past. That was proof.

In the end, the root cause lay with that bunch of people commanding the players.

It was a power field, not a sports field. Everyone just wanted to rise up the ranks and make money. And since the match results weren’t linked to such matters, why bother fighting at all?

Everyone could sit down and negotiate. "You be on top this year, I’ll take over next year. We take turns being champions. You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone’s happy. It’s such a harmonious and endless joy."

Under such circumstances, even the most passionate players would slowly have their enthusiasm eroded.

After all, no matter how badly they played, their annual salary would still start at a million. Only idiots would go all out.

Therefore, the situation turned out this way, with hundreds of millions of soccer fans being treated like idiots and toyed with.

Xiao Ming, who didn’t even like to watch soccer, was so enraged he felt like exploding. One could only imagine the state of those fans who had been tormented a thousand times over.

Suddenly, a coolness touched his temples. He lifted his face and saw Candy sitting behind him at some unknown point.

"If sir is tired, you can lean on me to rest," she said.

Xiao Ming glanced at Xiao Bing, who was intently eating grapes, then leaned back into the Bunny Girl’s embrace.

To be fair, although white people generally have average skin, they indeed have great figures, at least perfect for a pillow.

As time ticked by, the match quickly reached the last minute. The soccer ball was still circulating in Han Country’s half, getting closer and closer to the penalty area.

The funny, or rather saddening part was that there were only three defenders left on the South Goryeo half.

In other words, out of eleven players, seven were pressing into Han Country’s half, showing an utmost lack of respect.

However, this lack of respect was something we brought upon ourselves, making it hard to swear even if one wanted to.

Fortunately, the Han Country people have never lacked passionate men. When bullied too harshly, there will always be someone who can’t help but stand up and show the enemy with action that we can be killed, but not humiliated!

With only thirty seconds remaining, suddenly, the South Goryeo team made a passing error which a young-looking Han Country player intercepted mid-way.

He made a split-second decision, sprinting forward with the ball, like lightning crossing the centerline.

Xiao Ming suddenly sat up, clenched his fists, and braced his teeth with a tense face.

He knew the outcome, but he still couldn’t help being excited, feeling his scalp tingle.

Seeing this, the South Goryeo players hastily fell back to defend, but they had been too aggressive earlier, consuming a lot of energy. In front of Han Country’s No. 9 substitute, they were like snails.

The No. 9 youngster was as swift as the wind, and the soccer ball seemed to be connected to his right foot by an elastic line, rolling forwards then snapping back in front of him, never leaving his side.

He was getting closer!

The distance to South Goryeo team’s penalty area was getting closer!

The three defenders from Korea team stood ready, with the remaining seven players all pressing behind the number nine youngster, making him look like a chaser leading a sandstorm.

Countless eyes were fixed on him, including Xiao Ming’s.

Nobody paid attention to the Han Nation players who were still languidly loitering in their own half, a bunch of useless onlookers watching a comrade fight alone, unworthy of attention.

Closer!

Even closer!

With wolves in front and tigers behind, just when everyone thought the number nine youngster would break into the penalty area to find an opportunity, he suddenly paused and then his right leg swung back high.

Decisive and crisp, he shot the ball fiercely!

The South Goryeo defenders were caught off guard, letting the ball pass between their legs.

And their goalkeeper had guessed the wrong direction.

The soccer ball, like a white lightning, slammed into the net!

"Fuck!"

Xiao Ming stood up, shouting loudly.

At this moment, only a national curse could describe his excited mood.

"Wow! We won! We really won!"

Candy seemed even more excited than him, jumping up to grab his face and gave him a big kiss, yelling and hopping, with her long earrings swinging ceaselessly. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Xiao Ming thought that he should probably tell Fujiwara Rika afterwards, that the bunny girl outfits shouldn’t be made too well in the future.

On the field, the number nine youngster was running wildly around the pitch, cheering loudly while pointing at the flag on his chest.

But no teammates came forward to celebrate with him, and there were hardly any smiles, only blankness, confusion, and shock.

As for the Korea team, there were those who were depressed, those who were dismayed, and even some who were so angry they took off their team jerseys and threw them on the ground, cursing something under their breath.

Looking at the number nine youngster’s sweaty, naive face, Xiao Ming suddenly had an idea.

Should he invest in a club for fun?

The number nine youngster’s name was Lu Kelei.

Xiao Ming remembered clearly, after returning to the country this time, he received a hero’s welcome from the fans, was praised on many occasions by industry leaders, and got his hands sore from signing so many endorsements agreements; he was the center of attention for a while.

But all this came to an abrupt halt seven or eight months later.

He was suddenly expelled from the team, the reason being that he was arrogant and disobedient, drank alcohol and solicited prostitutes during the training period, and his morals were extremely degraded.

Then came the disappointment and cursing of countless fans, and the name Lu Kelei was thoroughly nailed to the pillar of shame.

A rising star had thus fallen.

Years later, Xiao Ming, who had since become wealthy, unexpectedly saw him again at a school he had donated to, and almost didn’t recognize him.

The former naive youngster had become a fat, greasy middle-aged man, looking nearly fifty at not even thirty, and was lame in one leg, working as a school security guard.

Xiao Ming only mentioned the match that made him famous, and he immediately cried like a baby in confinement.

Later through conversation, Xiao Ming found out that Lu Kelei was allergic to alcohol; it was impossible for him to have gone out drinking.

His fate of being expelled was sealed from the moment he scored in that match.

The reason was simple: he disobeyed orders and scored without permission.

Ridiculous, yet even more tragic.