Chapter 269: Exclusive Team Uniform
Even after parting with Wang Heng, Pei Ningle, and others, upon returning home, Lu Qi was still playing Honor of Kings.
Of course, now solo queuing was much better, with wins and losses, but mostly wins.
Lu Qi put down her mobile phone and concluded, “I told you, it’s definitely not my problem.”
By now it was late at night, and Fu Jiu had already gone to bed. Lu Qi also took a shower, changed into pajamas, turned on the computer to glance at the news, and suddenly perked up.
“The World Cup has already reached the semi-finals, and those betting on football are lining up on the rooftop…” Lu Qi narrowed her eyes slightly and muttered to herself, “But if it’s that guy, it’s probably different. Has he bet on football?”
After contemplating for a while, Lu Qi made a phone call.
Moments later, Wang Heng’s voice came from the phone: “Hello, Sister Lu, what’s up?”
“Have you watched the World Cup lately?”
“Uh…” Wang Heng seemed to hesitate for a second, “I’ve been pretty busy lately, going to the music festival with Xiao Le and preparing for the CET-4 exam, no time to stay up late for matches.”
Lu Qi: “But that’s all done now. Tonight there’s a big match between Baxi and Germany, aren’t you watching?”
Wang Heng: “I probably will, but not necessarily. I might just fall asleep by then. After all, I’m not some die-hard fan, no need to…”
He hadn’t finished speaking when Lu Qi interrupted him with a question.
“Have you bet on football lately?”
It seemed like an ordinary question, but it made the other end of the phone go silent for a few seconds. This brief silence was enough to explain a lot.
Wang Heng naturally understood that making excuses to her was pointless, so he sighed, “I did.”
Lu Qi: “Made a lot, right? No need, I won’t ask for the specific number, you don’t have to tell me. I just want to ask, which side do you favor for tonight’s match?”
Wang Heng: “Germany.”
Lu Qi glanced at the page she had just opened: “But Baxi is the host country. I see the odds, and it seems everyone favors Baxi more. Why do you think Germany will win?”
Wang Heng: “Because Tang Xudong favors Baxi.”
What kind of bizarre reason was this? Hearing him say that, Lu Qi was stunned.
After a moment of silence, Lu Qi said, “I’ve heard of him. He’s a pretty famous game streamer, but what does he have to do with the World Cup?”
Wang Heng: “Originally nothing, but he recently said he favors the Baxi Team, so now there is. Poison milk, it’s a causality weapon.”
Lu Qi sighed, “Even saying ‘heaven’s secrets cannot be revealed’ would be more sincere than brushing me off with that.”
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The next morning, the first thing Wang Heng did upon waking was check the World Cup news—Baxi lost 1:7 to Germany, shocking the entire global sports world.
Then he checked the income on those betting websites, withdrew the chips he earned, and transferred them to several accounts he had set up earlier.
Transferring a large amount at once to a domestic personal account would be too conspicuous, so he decided to move it gradually over the next period.
Suddenly, the mobile phone ringtone sounded; it was a call from Lu Qi.
After answering, he heard Lu Qi’s slightly excited voice: “I bet on Germany to win last night, fifty thousand turned into one hundred thousand!”
Wang Heng: “Congrats, congrats.”
Lu Qi: “From your tone, you must have bet more… Wait, did you also guess the score? One to seven, how terrifying are those odds?”
Wang Heng: “Odds, probably two or three hundred.”
Lu Qi gasped, “You… then how much did you bet? My god, how much did you make this time!”
Wang Heng sighed, “Don’t ask for the specific amount, Sister Lu. Didn’t you say that yourself last night?”
On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a few seconds.
Suddenly, Lu Qi sighed, “No wonder you want to be an angel investor; turns out you really have that strength.”
Wang Heng: “…”
“Alright, no more on that,” Lu Qi changed the subject, “We’re playing together today, you coming?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I come to play games… Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”
After saying that, Wang Heng hung up.
He got out of bed and heard the hamster say, “Lu Qi has already guessed some things.”
Wang Heng sighed, “No way around it; it’s really too hard to fool her.”
Hamster: “You could have just denied it last night, said you didn’t bet on football at all. Wouldn’t that work?”
Wang Heng thought about it and shook his head, “I’m not a machine; I can’t always make the perfect response. She suddenly asked, caught me off guard, and she saw something was off. Isn’t that normal?”
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“Xiao Xuan, is this really okay?”
Pei Ningle looked at the few new clothes spread out on the sofa, still a bit hesitant.
Han Yixuan, however, was full of confidence: “Don’t you know Wang Heng yet? He’s not someone who can’t take a joke. Of course it’s fine.”
Beside her, Ye Xun nodded, “I think so too. Wang Heng Senior Student probably won’t mind. Actually, treating it as a joke is even better; it’s like a reminder of how tough it is for him.”
Pei Ningle muttered softly, “If you guys think it’s okay, then it is… Anyway, the clothes were made by Xiao Xuan.”
Han Yixuan sneered, “Already thinking of how to shift the blame so quickly? Xiao Le, oh Xiao Le, you’ve learned to be naughty; you’re no longer that innocent kid.”
Pei Ningle: “Hmph, you’re worse.”
At that moment, there was a knock on the room door. Ye Xun hurried over to open it, but found not Wang Heng standing in the doorway, but Lu Qi.
The smile that had already appeared on Ye Xun’s face instantly froze.
Lu Qi narrowed her eyes and smiled, “What, not welcome?”
Ye Xun forced a smile, “How could that be? Please come in, Sister Lu.”
Lu Qi came in, changed into slippers, and immediately noticed the five pieces of clothing on the sofa. Going over for a look, she exclaimed in admiration, “Whose idea was this? Pretty fun!”
Pei Ningle pointed at Han Yixuan: “Hers.”
Han Yixuan gently patted Xiao Le’s wrist and smiled, “Now we’re just waiting for Wang Heng. Later when we play, everyone wears them, and we’ll have team uniforms too.”
“Sure, sure, I’ll put mine on first.” Lu Qi picked up the one that belonged to her.
The other three young girls also picked up their clothes, glanced at each other, somewhat hesitant.
Changing clothes here would seem… a bit awkward?
Just then, there was another knock on the door.
Ye Xun hesitated, so Pei Ningle beat her to it.
Pei Ningle opened the door and saw it was indeed Wang Heng, then pointed at the sofa, “Come check it out quick. Xiao Xuan made team uniforms for each of us!”
“Team uniforms?” Wang Heng was stunned, already noticing the clothes in Pei Ningle’s hand.
It was a white short-sleeved shirt, very simple in style, just with seven big characters printed on the chest【Bottom Lane Exploded Blame Support】.
Wang Heng looked at the clothes in the others’ hands as well. And they cooperated fully, unfolding the short-sleeved shirts to display the printed words on the chest clearly.
Ye Xun’s was【Top Lane Crippled Blame Support】.
Han Yixuan’s was【Mid Lane Useless Blame Support】.
And Lu Qi’s was naturally【Jungle Gone Blame Support】.
Wang Heng had a premonition and asked, “Where’s mine?”
Han Yixuan held up the last one, clearly printed with seven characters—【I’m the Support Blame Me】.
Wang Heng couldn’t help but laugh.
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