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Chapter 11 The Second Date with Meng Ziyi
June 17th, inside the drama classroom at Beijing Film Academy.

Summer vacation is almost here.

Meng Ziyi, who was resting, heard this remark from who-knows-who and a thoughtful expression crossed his face.

Summer vacation is almost here, and that person still hasn't kept their promise to meet up again...

The thought flashed through her mind; it had been more than half a month since their last date.

Meng Ziyi felt that if Chen Xiu really wanted to meet her, he should have sent her a message long ago, but she waited and waited and waited and received nothing.

"Humph!"

With a disgruntled snort, Meng Ziyi took out his phone, opened WeChat, searched for Chen Xiu's chat box, thought it over and over, and hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still didn't send him a message.

"If you don't want to look for me, then don't. I won't look for you either. It's like nobody wants to eat your food."

Meng Ziyi muttered something under his breath, but his voice wasn't even as loud as the students chatting next to him.

"Hey, have you guys heard about the World Cup?"

"Yes, I saw it! I bet a few hundred yuan yesterday and made a little profit..."

"The bars around here have been showing the World Cup every night lately, let's go together tonight!"

The conversation between his classmates reached Meng Ziyi's ears without missing a single detail.

Upon hearing the words "World Cup" and "bar," Meng Ziyi seemed to have thought of something and quickly went to check Chen Xiu's WeChat Moments.

"I'm leaving to join the crew the day after tomorrow. Tonight is my last World Cup live broadcast at School Bar!"

This post on WeChat Moments was made two hours ago and included a location.

Meng Ziyi bit her lip lightly, squeezed her phone, and seemed to be thinking about something.

……

2:50 AM on the 18th, at the School Bar.

"Wow~~"

"Bah bang bang!!"

Hearing the renewed cheers around him, Chen Xiu felt a surge of energy and turned his eyes to the large screen in the bar, where the entrance of Brazil and Mexico was being played.

Although he was reborn and had experienced the 14 World Cup in his previous life, Chen Xiu could not remember the win and loss statistics of every match.

Besides the championship and that semi-final that went down in football history, what he could remember were several football matches he had personally participated in in his previous life.

One of these matches is the ongoing Brazil vs. Mexico game, a game between two teams with a clear disparity in strength, which ended in a draw.
The odds for a tie are 5.2. In his past life, he bet on this very game and got a pretty carefree summer vacation...

"Huh? What's she doing here?"

The person who suddenly appeared in her field of vision made Chen Xiu turn her eyes away from the television and then get up and walk over.

Meng Ziyi, who had intended to get closer, started pretending to drink his beer after seeing Chen Xiu approach, acting as if he hadn't seen Chen Xiu before.

Approaching the silly beauty, Chen Xiu asked, "Ziyi, are you here to watch the game too?"

"Yes, senior, what a coincidence."

Looking at Meng Ziyi's eyes, which were shining, Chen Xiu found it hard to attribute her presence here to coincidence, especially since she had just been staring at him.

"You didn't come here specifically because you saw my WeChat Moments post this afternoon, did you?"

"How could that be! I don't usually check my WeChat Moments. Did you post anything?"

Meng Ziyi blinked, her puzzled expression genuine, but Chen Xiu noticed the subtle movement of her unconsciously tightening her grip on the beer can.

Glancing at the still-strong expression on the idiot beauty's face, Chen Xiu silently pulled her along and walked towards their seat.

"Hey, what are you doing? Slow down..."

Hearing Meng Ziyi's coquettish tone, Chen Xiu did indeed slow down, allowing her to keep up easily.

After the two of them sat down, Chen Xiu didn't expose Meng Ziyi's pretense. Instead, she subtly helped her explain her situation.

"If you want to watch the game, it will be more comfortable to sit here."

"Oh." Meng Ziyi sat there obediently and nodded, his eyes switching back and forth between the screen and Chen Xiu.

After a few minutes, she realized she had no interest in the game, so she simply started staring at Chen Xiu.

"Senior, why do you boys like watching sports games?"

"Sports! It's like the Olympics, held every four years, watched by the whole world, and you can make money from it too."

"It's like the Olympics? Then what day is our football team's match?"

"They're watching the game at home, just like you."

Chen Xiu explained awkwardly that he had never seen China at the World Cup in his past life, and he didn't know if he had any hope of seeing it in this life.

Having little knowledge of the meaning of the character "孟" in the context of the World Cup, I couldn't understand the joke Chen Xiu was making.

Just as she was about to ask another question, the onlookers in the bar suddenly cheered in unison, but before they could finish, they immediately started booing.

Turning to look at this rollercoaster-like change, Meng Ziyi, who hadn't looked at the screen earlier, couldn't understand why they had such a big emotional difference.

When Meng Ziyi saw Chen Xiu's lips curl up, revealing an emotion completely opposite to that of the others, he became even more puzzled.

"Senior, why were they so excited just now?"

Chen Xiu quickly turned to look at her and explained, "Brazil just launched a dribbling attack, but it was stopped. These guys probably all bet on Brazil to win..."

"So you bet on the other team to win?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiu turned her head completely and stared intently at Meng Ziyi.

Seeing that the silly beauty was also staring straight at him, Chen Xiu chuckled and beckoned Meng Ziyi to come closer.

Holding the beer can, Meng Ziyi hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and moved his ear closer to Chen Xiu.

Looking closely at the small ear where the blue veins were visible, Chen Xiu analyzed, "Brazil is the host of this World Cup, their team is playing on home soil, and they are a well-known strong team. They won't lose this match."

Feeling the heat from her ear, Meng Ziyi quickly turned around and distanced herself from Chen Xiu, her face turning bright red.

"Why were you so happy when they didn't score?"

"you guess."

"Hey, how come you..."

Meng Ziyi pursed her lips, her delicate eyebrows furrowed as she stared at Chen Xiu, then let out a soft snort, closed her eyes, and turned her head away.

Seeing that Meng Ziyi could now freely express her emotions to her, Chen Xiu realized that their relationship had grown closer, and she also knew that she should comfort her.

"The meaning of the words—would you like to feel more involved?"

"How to do?"

The silly beauty turned back with great interest; her displeasure came and went quickly.

Chen Xiu took the initiative to step closer and said, "There are three possible outcomes in a competition: loss, win, or draw. Can you guess?"

"I don't understand football."

"Didn't I just tell you? Think back."

A thoughtful look appeared between Meng Ziyi's brows. After considering it carefully for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Do you think this match will end in a draw?"

"Then do you believe me?"

"You know better than I do. If you believe it, then I'll believe it too."

Chen Xiu's lips curled up, and she suddenly grabbed Meng Ziyi's right hand, placing a purple number plate with the number 10 written on it into her palm.

"What is this for?"

"Take this to the bartender, tell him you bet on a tie, and he'll give you a receipt. Just bring it back."

Meng Ziyi looked at him with suspicion, but in the end she didn't ask anything and got up to go to the bar.

(End of this chapter)