After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

After the match, Liverpool's home fans remained silent, while the cheers of a small group of Hoffenheim fans in the away stands sounded particularly jarring.

Yan Yuan was surrounded by his teammates, who patted his head and back, and almost pinned him to the ground like a human pyramid.

But he had something more important on his mind: the progress bar for the player interaction system wouldn't increase on its own!

Now that the match is over and the Liverpool players haven't left yet, it's a great opportunity for them to interact!

While his teammates were still celebrating wildly, Yan Yuan secretly glanced in the direction of the Liverpool players.

Salah was walking toward the sidelines with his head down, looking somewhat disappointed, but not as displeased as one might expect.

Yan Yuan made his plans. He spoke with his teammates and then walked quickly toward Salah.

"Hello, Mr. Salah," Yan Yuan greeted in English, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Can I exchange jerseys with you?"

Salah paused for a moment, looking up at the 17-year-old who had just turned his team's defense upside down.

Yan Yuan quickly added, "Your positioning was amazing today. I couldn't catch you twice. You're really incredible."

This remark seemed to tickle Salah's funny bone; a slight smile played on his lips as he took off his jersey and said:

"Hey kid, you can't catch me? But you scored two goals against us."

Yan Yuan chuckled: "Good luck, good luck."

After the two exchanged jerseys, Salah suddenly turned around and shouted to his teammates:

"Hey guys, come check this out! This is the kid who messed up our lines today!"

The Liverpool players, who were walking dejectedly toward the locker room, all stopped in their tracks when they heard Salah's shout.

Firmino was the first to walk over, looking Yan Yuan up and down: "You're Yan Yuan? Only 17 years old?"

Yan Yuan nodded, but before he could speak, Mane leaned over and said, "Yan, your second goal was beautiful. Matip probably still doesn't understand how you got past him."

Yan Yuan scratched his head: "Actually, I didn't think too much about it at the time. I just saw that he was shifting his focus towards the inside, so I decided to go for the outside..."

"Hmm... clever lad," Milner interjected, patting Yan Yuan on the shoulder. "But next time we run into you, we won't be so polite."

Yan Yuan's eyes lit up, sensing an opportunity, and he continued, "Then... can I take a group photo with everyone?"

The Liverpool players looked at each other, clearly not expecting their opponents, who had just defeated them, to make such a request.

Robertson couldn't help but laugh: "You're quite an interesting kid. You just beat us, and now you want to take a picture with us?"

Robertson's words made Yan Yuan somewhat embarrassed, and he replied,

"I feel very honored to compete against you all, truly honored, because such opportunities are rare."

Arnold shrugged: "Fine, the game's over anyway."

And so, a magical scene unfolded on the lawn of Anfield:

The players, who had just finished a fierce battle, were now standing together happily taking photos, with a reporter taking a group photo of them.

Yan Yuan stood in the middle, with Salah on his left, Firmino on his right, and Mane and Milner squeezed in behind him.

The photographer, a Liverpool fan, muttered to himself as he took pictures, "This kid's got guts..."

After the photos were taken, Wijnaldum asked curiously, "Kid, why did you want to take a picture with all of us?"

Yan Yuan had already come up with a reason: "Because you are all world-class football stars, and my favorite players to use in the game are Liverpool players."

This remark amused the Liverpool guys.

Firmino shook his head with a laugh: "It's over, we've been defeated by a young e-sports player."

Salah asked, "Yan, do you have social media? We can follow each other."

Yan Yuan almost jumped up: "Really? I have it! I have it! My ID is..."

The two verbally exchanged contact information and memorized each other's IDs. (Players' online IDs are generally quite easy to remember.)

A system notification immediately sounded in his mind: [Ding! Interaction with Salah +30%, interaction with other players in photos +5%.]

Just then, Klopp came out of the locker room and saw his players chatting and laughing with the opponents, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Salah quickly explained, "Boss, this kid meant no harm, he just wanted to take a picture with us..."

Klopp stared at Yan Yuan for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "You're the young man who scored two goals? You played well."

Yan Yuan's palms were sweating with nervousness: "Um... thank you, Coach, I'm very apprehensive."

Klopp patted Salah on the back: "Alright, don't talk too late, we still have a post-match analysis meeting."

After saying that, he turned and walked back to the locker room.

Liverpool players left one after another. Before leaving, Salah said to Yan Yuan:

"Keep this up, lad. I look forward to seeing you again, preferably in the Premier League."

Yan Yuan waved his hand: "Of course, see you next time, sir!"

Once the Liverpool players had all walked away, Yan Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at the Salah jersey in his hand and couldn't help but grin.

He asked himself:

[System, will online interaction increase engagement?]

[System: Yes, but it can't be a one-way interaction; it must be a two-way interaction, such as following each other, commenting on each other's posts, sharing each other's posts, etc. Each interaction increases the interaction value by 2%.]

Yan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that from now on, he would not only have to be shameless and act like a "naturally friendly person," but also spend more time surfing the internet and interacting with these sports stars online.

Just then, teammate Gnabry walked over: "Hey, what are you doing? Everyone's waiting for you to celebrate in the locker room!"

Yan Yuan replied, "Coming, coming!"

Gnabry glanced at the Salah jersey in his hand and raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you even got a souvenir?"

Yan Yuan stuffed Salah's jersey into his arms and said smugly, "If you want it, go get it yourself. I got this one; it's a rare match-worn jersey."

Gnabry wrapped his arms around Yan Yuan's neck:

"Wow, I was just about to ask if I could have it... I'm so impressed with you, Yan, you're such a natural at making friends."

"That's all, buddy. He's just handsome and popular."

Gnabry and Yan Yuan, arm in arm, chatted and laughed as they followed their teammates back to the locker room.

...

The moment the match ended, Zhao Laosan's phone went off.

He was sprawled in his gaming chair, munching on a duck neck while watching the live stream, when the referee blew the final whistle, the half-eaten duck neck in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Holy crap? Hoffenheim really won? And that kid even scored the winning goal???" He stared wide-eyed at the score on the screen.

Liverpool 2-4 Hoffenheim, a scoreline that left him stunned for a long time.

Just before the match, he said in a live broadcast: "Liverpool will definitely win at home. For a small team like Hoffenheim, scoring a goal would be a miracle!"

And the result? Hoffenheim not only won, but won quite impressively, and even advanced.

"Oh no, oh no, this is a disaster..." Zhao Laosan scratched his head, but his professional instincts quickly calmed him down.

On the internet, it's not scary to make a mistake; what's scary is not knowing how to cover it up!

So he quickly opened his phone and started editing the new video.

Several tens of minutes later, a freshly produced "post-match analysis" video was created.

Hoffenheim pulls off a stunning upset against Liverpool, advancing to the next round of the Champions League!

In the video, Zhao Laosan looked serious, as if he had foreseen all of this: "Brothers, the result of this match was indeed unexpected, but upon closer analysis, Hoffenheim's victory was actually predictable!"

He started counting on his fingers, analyzing the situation seriously: "First, Liverpool's recent schedule has been packed, and their physical reserves are insufficient; second, Hoffenheim's counter-attacking tactics were executed very decisively; third, Liverpool's defense was indeed not in good form today..."

Finally, he suddenly gave a mysterious smile: "Of course, the most important reason is that I predicted Liverpool would win before the match. As everyone knows, my predictions are always considered bad luck, and Liverpool was cured by my bad luck, which is why Hoffenheim was able to win."

The moment the video was posted, the comment section exploded.

[Zhao Laosan, you were born to make a living in the internet industry]

There is a joy of harvest.

[If their predictions are right, they claim their analysis is sound; if they're wrong, they accuse themselves of being a jinx. The third brother is always right, right?]

You're the most abstract person in the football world, and the one who understands football best in the realm of abstract art.

[Thanks, third brother. Every time I followed your predictions and bought the opposite side, I've already earned enough for a down payment on a house.]

Seeing these comments, Zhao Laosan wasn't angry at all. Instead, he cheerfully replied, "Brothers, you understand me. Even being a jinx is a kind of skill!"

Zhao Laosan has already brought abstract concepts into the world of football.

Soon, his comment section turned into a massive mockery session.

Someone posted a screenshot: "[Third brother, I bought the opposite of what you predicted, and now I'm financially independent. When are you going to treat me to dinner?]"

[Third brother, come to my house. I have US dollars and British pounds, which I'll give to you as a thank you.]

[Third brother, predict the next Champions League match too, so I can place my bets in advance.]

Zhao Laosan replied, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, just remember to follow me."

What's even funnier is that some netizens have edited his previous prediction videos into a compilation, adding the caption: "Old Third's jinx, whoever he says will win, will definitely lose."

The video quickly went viral, and the comments section was filled with laughter.

[It is recommended that FIFA hire the third son as an official analyst.]

"Hey third brother, why don't you predict the big A's (A-shares)? I promise I'll follow your trades in the opposite direction."

Zhao Laosan couldn't stop smiling as he read the comments. He even started interacting with the viewers in the live stream:

"Brothers, who do you think should win the next game? Real Madrid or Bayern Munich? I want to help you plan ahead."

The screen was instantly flooded with comments:

"Predicting Real Madrid! I'm going all in on Bayern!"

"Third brother, please predict Manchester City will win, so I can go all in on them."

……

And so, a prediction that could have caused him to fail was turned into an internet frenzy by him.

Many netizens even started creating compilations of Zhao Laosan's predictions, adding various funny edits, which spread wildly on various platforms.

And what about Zhao Laosan? Not only did he not lose followers, but he actually gained tens of thousands of followers because of this reverse operation.

During his live stream that evening, a fan asked him, "Third Brother, your predictions are so inaccurate, why are you still so popular?"

Zhao Laosan chuckled: "Because the essence of the internet isn't right or wrong, but happiness. If you're happy, I'm happy. As for whether the predictions are accurate or not? That's not important!"

The third brother should definitely make a living in the internet industry.