Rebirth of Bloody Romance

"Such a good opportunity, I must not miss it!" He said to himself, with a confident smile on his face. His eyes were fixed on the list of players in front of him.

Before the game, who would have believed that there would be such a huge difference in the score between the two teams? But Zhong Yuemin saw an opportunity in it. He knew the unpredictable nature of football games and the risks and opportunities behind the odds. This time, he chose to buy a single score and pinned his hopes on this seemingly insignificant game.

Zhong Yuemin once again selected the teams that would enter the semi-finals - Poland, Italy, Federal Germany, and France. These four teams, like four lions, roared on the World Cup stage and showed their own style.

However, Zhong Yuemin's ambition did not stop there. He decisively predicted the two teams in the final - Italy and Federal Republic of Germany. This peak showdown is undoubtedly the most eye-catching focus of the World Cup.

"Wenbo, have people buy the matches according to this list." Zhong Yuemin's voice revealed unquestionable confidence.

Although Li Wenbo was a little surprised, he quickly adjusted his mentality and asked, "Mr. Zhong, how many times is appropriate to buy? And isn't this score a bit exaggerated?" If Zhong Yuemin was not his boss, Li Wenbo would definitely say that he was fooling around.

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, with wisdom gleaming in his eyes. He did not answer directly, but said in a profound tone, "This is not just a game, but also a contest of wisdom and courage. We must use enough chips to welcome the upcoming glory."

Zhong Yuemin stood in front of the window, looking at Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen playing in the yard, frowning slightly. He turned around, his eyes fell on Li Wenbo, and his tone was unquestionable and firm. "Five people from my side will go there, and the visas will be processed as soon as possible."

Li Wenbo sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand, but he didn't put it down. He looked up at Zhong Yuemin, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "Okay, Mr. Zhong, but..."

Zhong Yuemin noticed Li Wenbo's abnormality. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"No, no Mr. Zhong. Nothing else. I'll take my leave now."

Zhong Yuemin didn't think much about it and nodded. "Okay."

"Okay, Mr. Zhong, I'll go back and arrange it."

Li Wenbo's figure gradually faded away in the afterglow of the setting sun. Zhong Yuemin stood at the gate with a deep gaze. An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. The saying "Don't put all your eggs in one basket" echoed in his mind, like an ancient wisdom reminding him that risks need to be dispersed.

He turned and left his home, went to Song Xiangjun's home and knocked on the door.

"Zhong Yuemin, come in quickly." Song Xiangjun's voice was somewhat friendly, yet serious.

Zhong Yuemin pushed open the door with a somewhat flattering smile on his face. "Teacher Song, are you busy right now?"

Song Xiangjun glanced at him, with a teasing smile on her lips. "Don't give me that. If you have something to say, just say it."

Zhong Yuemin laughed, easing the tense atmosphere. He walked to Song Xiangjun's desk and handed her a document. "Teacher Song, this is the list of contestants I selected. I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Song Xiangjun took the document, glanced at the contents, and raised her eyebrows. "You want me to buy these games for you?"

"Yes, Mr. Song. These competitions have been carefully selected by me and have high profit potential."

Song Xiangjun put down the documents in her hand and thought for a moment. She knew Zhong Yuemin's ambition and wisdom, and admired his courage to take risks. However, she also understood the risks of gambling, especially in this unpredictable football world.

"Zhong Yuemin, you know this is not a joke. If you fail, the consequences will be disastrous." Song Xiangjun's tone was serious and earnest.

Zhong Yuemin nodded solemnly. "I know, Teacher Song. But I also believe in my own vision and judgment."

Song Xiangjun looked at his determined eyes, and she couldn't help but feel helpless. She always didn't know how to refuse. She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Okay, I'll help you contact my friends and see if they are willing to help you buy these games. But you have to remember, I will only help you this time. You are gambling. I don't need to tell you that nine out of ten times you will lose, right?"

"Teacher Song, don't worry, just this once."

In this way, under the guidance of Zhong Yuemin, a thrilling gamble quietly unfolded.

Days passed by like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye it was graduation season. The campus was filled with the atmosphere of parting, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness in the air. However, for Zhou Xiaobai, this season was full of expectations and hope.

Zhou Xiaobai entered a certain ministry smoothly and started her journey on the political stage. This child of destiny seemed to be born to be a darling of the political arena. Without any suspense, she stood firmly at the new starting point of her life.

Zhou Xiaobai, a former celebrity at Yenching University, is now embarking on a career full of challenges and opportunities. She takes every step firmly and forcefully, as if announcing to the world that she is ready to face the ups and downs of the future.

However, the political path is not always smooth. For Zhou Xiaobai, the road ahead is full of opportunities and risks. It is still unknown how far she can go. Even Zhong Yuemin cannot accurately predict her future.

Perhaps, Zhou Xiaobai will shine on the political stage and become a new star of the political arena; perhaps, she will encounter various difficulties and setbacks. Perhaps, she will be like an eagle soaring in the sky, overlooking all living things, and become a leader on the political stage; or perhaps, she will be like a dragon lurking in the deep sea, working silently and gradually emerging.

"Sister Xiaobai, I didn't expect you to join the xxx department! That's amazing! You're the best at assignments among so many of us." Her good friend Xiaoling ran over excitedly and looked at Zhou Xiaobai with admiration.

Zhou Xiaobai smiled slightly and replied modestly, "No, no, I was just lucky. There is still a long way to go and there is still a lot to learn. The place you were assigned to is not bad either!"

"Oh, don't be so modest. We all know your ability. You will definitely shine in the political arena in the future! But I can't do that. I want to go back to my hometown." Xiaoling was a little excited at first, but felt a little disappointed at the end.

Zhou Xiaobai was also a little confused when he heard her say that. "Xiaoling, I still don't understand why you want to go back to your hometown?"

"I can't help it. I have several brothers and sisters at home. What will happen to them if I don't go back? I have to thank you and my brother-in-law for these years, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to hold on."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull, Zhong Yuemin joked, "Since you call me brother-in-law, I will definitely not let you call me that for nothing. If you have anything to ask in the future, just tell me. I will definitely do what I can, and I will find a way to do what I can't do for you."

After Xiaoling and Zhou Xiaobai heard this, they smiled at each other. "Brother-in-law, I will remember what you said. When I come to you later, you can't say you didn't say it."

"That can't be."

"Sister Xiaobai, brother-in-law, I have to go back and pack my things first!"

"Okay, I'll see you off in two days."

"Wife, are you really ready?" Zhong Yuemin asked tentatively after Xiaoling left.

Zhou Xiaobai turned around, looked at Zhong Yuemin and replied, "Yuemin, to be honest, I'm a little nervous and don't know what to do. But I will work hard and won't let you down."

"Wife, don't feel too much pressure, just do it with confidence. Believe in yourself. If it doesn't work, don't you still have me?"

Zhou Xiaobai nodded. "When are you leaving for Hong Kong Island?"

"The day after tomorrow! If we don't leave now, the World Cup will be over!"

The day of departure was sunny and cloudless. Zhong Yuemin, Song Xiangjun, Ning Wei and two people led by Ning Wei, a group of five people, boarded the southbound train. The southbound train slowly drove out of the station in the morning mist, and the carriage was filled with a unique atmosphere mixed with various smells.

Zhong Yuemin was wearing a dark T-shirt, tall and with a resolute face. He held a ticket in his hand, as if it was a pass to an unknown world. Song Xiangjun looked much gentler, wearing a light and elegant dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and a look of reluctance in her eyes.

Ning Wei and his two men acted like typical gangsters. They were dressed in casual clothes, but they exuded an aura that should not be underestimated. Ning Wei glanced around from time to time, as if he was alert to potential dangers.

The train started slowly, and the atmosphere in the carriage gradually became lively. Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun sat by the window, chatting from time to time with excited smiles on their faces. Ning Wei and his men sat opposite them, and although they didn't say much, their eyes showed that they valued this journey.

It was the school holiday, so many people were heading south. Sleeper tickets were in short supply, so Zhong Yuemin finally decided to take hard seats. If it weren't for Li Zhiqi's help, it would have been hard to buy hard seat tickets.

After a while, Li Zhiqi came to Zhong Yuemin with a bunch of food and drinks. With an awkward smile on his face, he said to Zhong Yuemin, "Yuemin, I'm so sorry. I neglected to arrange everything for you this time."

Zhong Yuemin looked at his pile of things, smiled, stood up, and patted Li Zhiqi on the shoulder. "That's good. Let's not be so polite to each other, buddies."

Li Zhiqi breathed a sigh of relief and placed the fruits, snacks and drinks on the table. "Okay, you can keep these things. I'll bring you food when it's time for dinner."

Zhong Yuemin waved his hand. "Don't bother yourself. We can take care of ourselves. Just do what you need to do!"

Li Zhiqi felt warm in his heart. He knew that Zhong Yuemin was considerate of him and didn't want him to work too hard. So he nodded. "When you get here, just follow my arrangements. If there's anything, just let me know. I'll be busy now."

"Hurry up and don't dawdle!" Zhong Yuemin urged with a smile.

After Li Zhiqi left, Zhong Yuemin looked at the food and drinks on the table, feeling deeply moved. He knew that although the conditions here were simple, Li Zhiqi had done a good job.

After Li Zhiqi walked away, Song Xiangjun teased, "Zhong Yuemin, you have a good relationship with people! You have acquaintances everywhere you go."

"Teacher Song, please don't laugh at me. I'm just giving you face as a friend."

"Look how proud you are of yourself."

"Well, Teacher Song, I'm sorry to have wronged you. I didn't expect that there would be so many people heading south at this time, and tickets are hard to buy." If Zhong Yuemin had used his connections, he would definitely have been able to buy a sleeper ticket on another train, but he just didn't think it was necessary.

"It's okay. This is fine. To be honest, I've never ridden a train before. This is a good opportunity to experience it. As you said, I can experience a different life."

Zhong Yuemin joked, "I hope this doesn't become your nightmare. I hope you never take a train again."

Song Xiangjun was obviously not a quiet person either. She became interested when she heard Zhong Yuemin's words. She asked excitedly, "Why? Why do you say that?"

"Teacher Song, you don't know! It's too tiring to talk about it now. Once, I actually encountered a robbery..."

The train passed through fields and mountains, and the scenery outside the window kept changing. The people in the carriage gradually became familiar with each other and began to share their stories and experiences. The conversation between Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun aroused the interest of others, and people interrupted from time to time, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.

On the late night train, the stars were twinkling, but the carriage was silent. In this silence, Song Xiangjun's voice was like a breeze, gently brushing Zhong Yuemin's ears. "Zhong Yuemin, I want to go to the toilet."

Zhong Yuemin opened his eyes slightly and looked at the narrow corridor, where he saw a sea of ​​people. He instantly understood Song Xiangjun's concerns, and with a smile on his face, he said softly, "Let's go. Follow me and I'll lead the way."

"Okay." Song Xiangjun responded softly, as if with a little shyness and anticipation.

Song Xiangjun followed Zhong Yuemin carefully, and the two of them passed through narrow gaps, avoiding the sleeping people. Zhong Yuemin would occasionally reach out to push aside the luggage and clothes in front of him, clearing a path for Song Xiangjun to pass through.

However, there were so many people in the aisle that Song Xiangjun had difficulty moving her legs, and every step seemed so difficult.

At this time, Zhong Yuemin reached out and gently held Song Xiangjun's hand. His hand was warm and powerful, and under Zhong Yuemin's guidance, her steps became lighter.

The two walked through the crowd, Zhong Yuemin sometimes took big steps forward, sometimes turned sideways, trying to avoid those who were sleeping. His palm tightly held Song Xiangjun's hand, as if it was a beacon guiding the way forward, giving her courage and strength.

Song Xiangjun's palms were slightly sweaty. She felt the warmth and strength from Zhong Yuemin's palms, and the tension in her heart gradually dissipated. She looked up and saw Zhong Yuemin's back, which looked particularly tall in the dim light, like a mountain, solid and reliable.

Finally, they arrived at the toilet door. Zhong Yuemin gently pushed the door open. "Teacher Song, please go in! I'll wait for you outside." Zhong Yuemin whispered. After sending Song Xiangjun into the toilet, he turned around and leaned against the door, observing his surroundings vigilantly.

Song Xiangjun took care of her physiological needs in the toilet, and the tension in her heart dissipated. She listened to Zhong Yuemin's steady breathing outside the door, and an inexplicable sense of security surged in her heart.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Zhong Yuemin still standing there, like a pine tree, unshakable. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through all the darkness and difficulties.

Song Xiangjun walked forward and took the initiative to shake Zhong Yuemin's hand. "Thank you." She whispered.