Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

The opening match of the Korea-Japan World Cup officially kicked off at the end of May.

The campus was filled with the fervent atmosphere of football.

During breaks, the boys' conversations always revolve around last night's game and today's schedule.

Even the best-selling item in the convenience store has been changed from Coca-Cola to stickers of various sports stars.

Yang Mi was also forced to get involved in this frenzy.

There was nothing she could do; she had staked her entire fortune, along with her complete trust in someone, on those five thin lottery tickets.

Overnight, this young lady, who didn't even know what offside was just two days ago, now looks every bit the seasoned football fan.

The first thing I did after school every day was rush to the newsstand to buy the latest sports newspaper. Then I would go home, sit at my desk, and mark up the newspaper with a red pen.

With that serious look on her face, you'd think she was preparing for the college entrance exam.

"Heng-ge, look, look!"

As soon as the bell rang, Yang Mi took out a newspaper that she had drawn as a map and poked Gu Heng's arm.

"The newspapers say Türkiye is a dark horse, and we're facing them in our first match. Will we get off to a bad start?"

Gu Heng was engrossed in reading a book called "A General History of the World".

"Don't worry, it's just the group stage, no big problem."

6 month 3 day,

Brazil vs. Türkiye.

They conceded the first goal.

Yang Mi's face looked worse than if she had swallowed a fly, and she crushed the potato chips in her hand into powder.

Fortunately, Ronaldo equalized, and Rivaldo scored a penalty in the final moments to make it 2-1.

A narrow victory.

"That scared me to death!"

During evening self-study, Yang Mi was still patting her chest, feeling a wave of lingering fear.

"We almost broke even! If that 10,000 yuan had gone down the drain, I would have..."

Gu Heng was working out a physics formula on a draft paper.

"What do you mean by 'must'? I already said, it's not a big problem."

Fans are like this; all they have to do is be tense and scream. But we reborn people have to think about much more.

The days flew by amidst Yang Mi's startled reactions and Gu Heng's composure.

The Brazilian team gradually found their form.

In the second group stage match, they defeated the Chinese national football team 4-0.

The classroom was quiet that day. Several of the usually boisterous boys were all wilted, staring blankly at the blackboard.

Gu Heng sighed.

Some pains cannot be avoided even if you try again.

In the third match, they easily defeated Costa Rica 5-2, advancing strongly into the knockout stage with a perfect record.

As the Samba team marched triumphantly forward, Yang Mi's mood was like riding a roller coaster.

One moment they were cheering with joy, the next they were filled with worry, which made Gu Heng shake his head.

The atmosphere became even more tense during the knockout stage.

In the round of 16, they defeated Belgium 2-0.

In the quarterfinals, they came from behind to defeat England 2-1.

When Yang Mi was watching the replay at home, she was so excited when she saw Ronaldinho's amazing 40-meter lob shot into the goal that she threw the sofa cushions onto the ceiling light.

The next day at school, the girl was still reminiscing about it.

"That was incredible! How did he think of that?"

Gu Heng closed the book and finally gave her a proper look.

"It's standard procedure, just basic skills."

Yang Mi: "..."

She decided that she wouldn't talk to this guy about football until the World Cup was over.

That's infuriating.

In the semi-final, they defeated Türkiye 1-0 again.

Brazil will undoubtedly face Germany in the final.

On the eve of the decisive battle, Yang Mi was so nervous that she almost couldn't sleep.

She lay in bed, tossing and turning, calculating.

With 10,000 yuan and odds of winning the championship with a perfect record of 22, that's 220,000 yuan... minus taxes...

She dared not think any further; her heart was pounding.

June 30th, the day of the decisive battle.

At Gu Heng's home, the two sat side by side on the sofa.

On television, Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Lu were engaged in a heated discussion, their spittle flying as they analyzed the situation.

Yang Mi's palms were sweaty as she gripped a cushion tightly, her eyes glued to the screen.

Both sides had their chances in the first half, but neither managed to score, and the 0-0 scoreline created an extremely tense atmosphere.

"Heng-ge..." Yang Mi's voice trembled, "The German team's goalkeeper is Kahn, and they've only conceded one goal so far... What if... I mean, what if..."

Gu Heng turned his head and looked at her pale face, which was flushed with nervousness.

"Don't panic."

He pointed to the man with the Afu hairstyle on the screen.

"Just watch his performance in the second half."

In the 67th minute, Rivaldo took a long-range shot, Kahn parried the ball but dropped it, and Ronaldo followed up to score.

"It's in!"

Yang Mi jumped up from the sofa and let out a scream that she had been suppressing for a long time.

In the 79th minute of the match, Ronaldo scored his second goal.

2: 0.

The outcome is decided.

When the final whistle blew and the commentator's roar of "Brazilian champions!" came from the TV, Yang Mi could no longer hold back.

She grabbed Gu Heng beside her and started yelling and screaming without any regard for her image.

"We won! We really won!!"

The girl's soft body and the scent of shampoo wafted towards him, and before Gu Heng could even appreciate it, he was nearly given a concussion by her swaying.

The day after the final was a sunny Monday.

Gu Heng and Yang Mi reached a tacit consensus: Go to school? Go to school my ass!

The two were both granted a day of sick leave.

Just kidding, today's the day to collect our money, who's in the mood to go to school?

The first thing Gu Heng did was to call his uncle, Liu Jun.

The phone rang for a long time before Liu Jun's still sleepy voice finally came through.

"Feed? Hengzi? Disturbing my peaceful dreams so early in the morning..."

"Uncle, Brazil won."

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. Then, Gu Heng heard a loud crash, followed by a cry of pain.

"You...you won?! Really?!" Liu Jun's voice changed completely.

"Did you really win?"

"You won! Take a day off today and go claim the prize. I'll wait for you at home."

Not long after, my uncle arrived in a hurry, took the lottery ticket, and left in a hurry.

Gu Heng looked at Yang Mi beside him.

The girl's eyes were still a little red, and the smile on her lips hadn't disappeared since last night.

"Brother Heng, are we really...millionaires now?" she asked, still feeling dizzy.

Wait a minute, girl, tens of thousands is still far from a million.

But seeing how silly you are, I won't criticize you.

"Congratulations, Little Rich Girl Yang."

The waiting time always feels long.

Liu Jun's trip lasted the entire morning.

Yang Mi paced back and forth in the living room, occasionally running to the door to peek inside.

"Why hasn't my uncle come back yet? Did he get robbed?"

"Won't the lottery center renege on its debt?"

"Do you think... what if my uncle saw so much money and just ran off with it to Thailand?"

Seeing her anxious expression, Gu Heng couldn't help but tease her.

"Your uncle ran away, I'll take care of you."

Yang Mi blushed and spat at him, "Dream on! Who wants you to support them!"

Around noon, a series of hurried and disorderly footsteps finally echoed in the hallway.

The door opened.

Liu Jun slipped in like a secret agent making a rendezvous, and immediately locked the door behind him.

He was carrying a bulging black plastic bag, his face flushed, and his forehead covered in sweat, whether from running or excitement, it was hard to tell.

"I won! I really won!"

He slammed the plastic bag down on the table, panting heavily.

"After deducting 20% ​​tax, there's still... 176,000 yuan left!"

With trembling hands, he opened the bag.

Stacks of brand-new, red 100-yuan bills, bound with bank paper tape, were neatly arranged inside.

This was the first time Yang Mi had ever seen so much cash piled up together in her life.

She widened her beautiful fox-like eyes, stretched out her finger, and carefully poked the edge of one of the stacks of money, then quickly withdrew it.

It was as if the red bills were burning hot to the touch.

"So many..." she murmured to herself.

176,000 yuan.

In Beijing in 2002, this amount of money was enough to buy a small two-bedroom apartment outside the Fourth Ring Road.

Liu Jun looked at the money on the table, then at his calm nephew, and swallowed hard.

"Hengzi, what do we do with this money now?"