Switzerland was playing against Spain, in the 52nd minute of the second half, Derdiyok broke into the penalty area and fell while avoiding Casillas. Fernandez followed up with a shot that was blocked by the goalkeeper Pique. Fernandez shot again from close range, and the ball went in!
Xu Qingfan was watching the match in the living room with Xia Xiaoxiao and his dad. Within a brief minute, he witnessed Xu Aiguo go from being puzzled and shocked to being unbelievably agitated, finally standing up angrily and slapping his thigh.
"Dad, could you sit down to watch? You’re blocking my view." He moved his butt slightly, feeling immensely annoyed, and continued watching the soccer match on TV.
Xia Xiaoxiao’s eyes brightened because Xu Qingfan had moved toward where she was sitting. Originally, there was only a one-person space between them. After he moved, their thighs could touch.
"Uncle, do you really like Spain?" Once Xu Aiguo sat down again, Xia Xiaoxiao asked with a peculiar expression.
After all, he was a bit too excited just now. He wasn’t even this excited when watching the National Football Team in ’02.
"Haha, it’s nothing, just watching the game." Xu Aiguo gave an awkward laugh, refocusing on the match.
"Ramos! Ramos! Damn it!!" In the 60th minute, Xavi took a corner kick, Ramos’ header from 15 yards missed, and Xu Aiguo cursed angrily.
"Iniesta! Do something, Iniesta, shoot, shoot, shoot... Damn!"
In the next thirty minutes, Xu Aiguo constantly switched between excitement and rage. Spain kept pressing Switzerland, but at critical moments, everything fell apart. Their shots either missed the goal or hit the post.
Xu Qingfan and Xia Xiaoxiao exchanged glances, suddenly realizing that the World Cup wasn’t so interesting. His dad’s live "face-changing" performance was more entertaining.
Sharing a bag of chips, their fingers occasionally touched. This level of physical contact was very normal for these childhood sweethearts.
Moreover, their attention was entirely on the visibly angry Xu Aiguo, having no energy to focus on anything else.
Xu Qingfan really wanted to interview his dad, asking if he had bet big on Spain winning.
Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine someone getting this worked up over a soccer match without being a gambler.
The last person who got that worked up and yelled "Holy, eternal god," ended up in jail for running a gambling operation.
When the ninety-minute match ended, Xu Aiguo sat dejectedly on the sofa. As he tried to pull out a cigarette to smoke, Xu Qingfan reminded him: "Dad, this is home, no smoking allowed."
Xu Aiguo looked down at the cigarette pack, embarrassingly pushing the half-drawn cigarette back in.
"Dad, did you bet on this game?" Yao Jiping was playing on the computer in the room. Xu Qingfan asked in a low voice.
Xu Aiguo’s eyes widened at once, "What bet? I don’t bet. No fun!"
He grabbed the deflated wallet on the table. Standing up, he left the living room, probably heading to the rooftop to smoke.
After he disappeared from the living room, Xu Qingfan and Xia Xiaoxiao exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.
Xu Qingfan motioned for Xia Xiaoxiao to follow him to the room, "Let’s go inside."
The two snuck back into the room. After locking the door, Xia Xiaoxiao eagerly asked: "So you won the million, right?"
"Something like that, but it’s not mine, it’s the company’s. The money’s all going to charity." Xu Qingfan said, sitting down at the computer desk after kicking the power button on the computer.
Xia Xiaoxiao sat beside him: "How did you know Switzerland would win 1-0?"
She spoke with a sense of pride, as if she deserved part of the credit for the winnings.
"It was nothing, I have greater skills, but I can’t tell you." Xu Qingfan said with an annoyingly smug expression.
"Oh, come on, do you believe I’ll tell Auntie about your gambling!" Xia Xiaoxiao held back her curiosity about what he meant by "greater skills."
"Hehe~ Just kidding, guess how many people on Weibo are calling me ’daddy’ now, and how many are calling me ’husband’?" Xu Qingfan caved in, fearing his mother finding out.
After hearing this, Xia Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow [This jerk used to love making me call him ’daddy’ when we were little. What does he mean by ’husband’? Other girls shouldn’t call him that, only me... It just shouldn’t happen!]
Seeing she wasn’t responding, Xu Qingfan didn’t continue speaking either. He focused on moving the mouse to open the browser.
Then, clicking on the Weibo link on the navigation site, the progress bar kept spinning. After more than a minute, it disconnected with a 404 error.
Xu Qingfan had a vague suspicion. He tried refreshing the page several times. When they were about to lose patience, the page finally loaded.
Xu Qingfan’s Weibo homepage opened. His top-of-the-line computer even lagged for a few seconds.
The various metrics on his dashboard were all skyrocketing. The most incredible part was the fan count, which had jumped from 400,000 to over a million overnight.
And Xu Qingfan believed that refreshing the site again would continue to show the fan count soaring.