I have few friends, but many childhood sweethearts.

Chapter 256. World Cup Prediction

What's the first thing you do every morning when you wake up?
Some people turn off their alarms and go back to sleep, some brush their teeth, wash their face and eat breakfast, and some rush to the toilet to relieve themselves after a whole night of pent-up energy.

But if you ask people who lived in the summer of 2010, you'll almost certainly get the same answer—stealing vegetables!
After nearly a year of viral spread, QQ Farm has become a casual game enjoyed by almost everyone, from sixty-year-old square dancers to kindergarten children as young as three or four.

"Aren't they all up yet? Even Xiaoyu is up?" Xu Qingfan woke up naturally around 9 a.m. to harvest his crops, only to find that the crops in the five girls' farms had been ripe for a long time.

The vegetable garden, which had been visited countless times, was now only infested with insects and weeds; the crops had long since been stolen.

Xu Qingfan helped them weed and water the plants one by one. When he returned to his own home, he noticed a small window for World Cup predictions had appeared in the lower right corner of the farm.

"So it's been four years again." He suddenly realized.

As his gaze shifted, Xu Qingfan recalled many things from eight years ago. The story began in the height of summer, when cicadas sang incessantly.

The World Cup that year he was reborn left an extremely deep impression on Xu Qingfan because the Chinese national football team qualified for it, and he also had to deliver sweet soup to Yao Jinping.

The 2010 World Cup is another unforgettable event.

Xu Qingfan initially got into QQ Farm because of the World Cup prediction activity. In order to improve his chances of guessing correctly, he had to stay up all night watching the games with two grown men, Xu Aiguo and Xia Guofu.

At that time, he didn't know how to play football, nor did he know what offside was. He only knew that kicking the ball into the opponent's goal meant winning.

Nevertheless, I was still moved and inspired by the atmosphere of the live broadcast.

Even though so many years have passed, Xu Qingfan can still recall many wonderful moments from the 2010 World Cup, the Hand of God between the nation and the villain, and the final, understated Panenka penalty.

After filling in the predictions for the group stage with his mouse, Xu Qingfan also had the idea of ​​making a couple of bets.

He was still in elementary school in 2006 and had no recollection of the results of that World Cup, not even knowing which country made it to the semi-finals or which country won the championship, so he did not participate in betting on the games.

"It seems like West Bamba won this year, but they won't make much money." Xu Qingfan thought about it for a moment and then felt it wasn't very interesting.

After all, it's not like 14 when Samba suffered a shock 7-1 defeat to Germany. He heard that the odds for this match were being offered by betting websites at several thousand times.

Although betting tens of millions with odds several times over can earn hundreds of millions, Xu Qingfan's use of so much money at once is definitely not something that can be kept secret from Zhang Chunxue. How will he explain it to Aunt Zhang then?

You said, "Auntie, I have inside information, I'm sure to win!"

Zhang Chunxue also said, "I also have inside information. Do you want to know what it is?"

"what?"

"You're dead today!"

The thought of Aunt Zhang chasing after him with a feather duster filled Xu Qingfan with a mixture of joy and dread!

"Big betting is obviously out of the question, and small betting is just for fun, but wait, that's not right." A thought suddenly popped into his head.

[If I posted the results of every match online beforehand, and got them all right from the group stage to the finals, the amount of traffic I would get would be staggering!]
Xu Qingfan felt this marketing plan was very feasible, and he was too lazy to even set up QQ Farm. He immediately took out his phone and called Zhang Chunxue. "What's up? Didn't you guys go out to play?" Because it was a private call, Zhang Chunxue answered quickly, and her mature and domineering CEO voice was soothing to the ear.

"What do you mean, 'going out to play'? Auntie's still at home," he paused for a moment, then quickly continued excitedly, "That's not important. Auntie, I've come up with a marketing plan to promote Haowei Takeout, which is more reliable than spending ten million on advertising!"

Xu Qingfan spoke for seven or eight minutes straight. Zhang Chunxue was initially casually tilting her head and working on her phone, but when she heard Xiaofan's idea about the World Cup prediction, she sat up straight and took notes.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Chunxue asked, making two final dots on the white paper.

"That's all, I'm done. Auntie, you can go now." Xu Qingfan glanced at the time on the computer; it was almost ten o'clock. He quickly went out to brush his teeth and have breakfast.

"The idea of ​​giving away coupons through a guessing game is great, but Xiao Fan, how can you guarantee that you can always guess correctly, and then..." Zhang Chunxue recalled the word Xu Qingfan had just used.

"Going viral".

“Yes, it’s going viral.” She wrote the words ‘going viral’ on the paper again.

"Because I'm the expert! The title of Hong Kong's number one football expert isn't just for show. Auntie, don't you know that I correctly predicted the top four teams in the World Cup when I was in kindergarten? Back then, Chen Daozai could win 37 million with 200 dollars. So what if I, Xu Qingfan, guessed a few games correctly!" Xu Qingfan simply put aside brushing his teeth and sat on the sink to talk eloquently.

"Hehe~" Zhang Chunxue was amused and swayed gracefully, but unfortunately there was no audience in the office to appreciate such a beautiful painting.

"Okay, okay, Xiao Fan is the expert, right? I'll make an internal call later to ask the technicians how long it will take. Xiao Fan, is there anything else? Auntie has a lot of work to do this morning," she said with a smile.

"Hehe, that's all. Thank you for your hard work, Auntie. I'll come over next time to give you a massage. Oh my god!"

Suddenly, a loud thud came from the microphone, followed by the sound of glass and plastic falling to the ground with a "crashing" sound.

"Hello? Hello?? Xiao Fan, what's wrong? Xiao Fan, are you alright?" Zhang Chunxue's smile froze on her face as she anxiously asked into the microphone.

"Ouch~ Auntie, I'm fine. No, Auntie, I'm in trouble, Auntie, I'm doomed." Xu Qingfan stood up from the ground, clutching his butt, and gasped as he looked at the sink he had collapsed.

"What do you mean 'it's nothing'? What happened?" she asked anxiously.

"Auntie, what should I do? I broke the sink in my bathroom, and my mom is going to yell at me to death."

"Haha... Pfft... How could it be an accident? Well, if it's nothing, I'll hang up now. I have a lot of things to do." She said, suppressing a laugh.

"Alright, I'll think of a way to fix it. Auntie's gone." Xu Qingfan looked at the marble shattered into pieces on the ground, feeling troubled.

After the call was disconnected, Zhang Chunxue looked at the number on her phone and felt amused. A moment later...

Laughter echoed throughout the office for a long time.

"That brat." Zhang Chunxue shook her head and put her phone back in her bag.

After this brief interruption, her mood improved considerably, and she even hummed a song while working on the documents like a young girl.

(End of this chapter)