Staring at the betting tickets in his hand, Dong Yi was filled with joy. This was in 1987. People at this time still had a high enthusiasm for the national football team. If it were in the previous life, Dong Yi would not have found such a miss!

Just as Dong Yi was feeling happy and thinking about redeeming the high bonus tomorrow, a burst of cheers suddenly came from the living room.

Hearing the movement, Dong Yi immediately lay halfway up from the bed, frowned, and felt a little restless, so he hurriedly walked out of the bedroom with slippers.

When I arrived at the living room, I saw two sisters and their parents smiling happily.

Dong Yi's heart was shocked and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Azhen smiled and said, "Brother, the national football team just scored a goal, and now it's one-to-two!"

"What!"

Dong Yi quickly came to the TV, hugged the heavy color TV, and looked at the subtitles displayed on the screen. Now it was really one to two.

For a moment, Dong Yi looked disbelief: "What are you doing? Who allowed you to score? Why can you score a goal? What is your level? What is your level? Give me a good performance to your normal level!

If you dare to score another goal, I will break your leg!”

Dong Biao looked impatient: "What are you doing! Let go and don't block people from watching the game!"

Dong Yi had no choice but to grit his teeth unwillingly, returned to the sofa to sit down, staring at the TV with nervous expression.

After a moment, Dong Biao sighed: "Oh, it's just a little bit, it's almost another ball!"

"Blessed by Buddha, fortunately I didn't enter!" Dong Yi stroked his chest!

Upon hearing this, the family looked at Dong Yi strangely. Dong Biao was puzzled: "Boy, who do you belong to!"

"Of course I am from the national football team. I have the greatest expectations for them. As long as they play well for me, show their due level, and don't make any extraordinary performance for me, I will be Amitabha!" Dong Yi stared at the game and was serious.

Upon hearing this, Dong Biao felt that he didn't understand and frowned and wondered: "The national football team played well. I think they have already achieved normal levels!"

Dong Yi was unwilling to point at the TV and said, "Dad! Do you think this is normal?"

Dong Biao nodded, Dong Yi quickly waved his hand and gritted his teeth and said, "How could this be a normal level? Today's national football team is a weird one, it's not normal at all!"

"Oh, no matter whether he is normal or not, as long as he can score a goal, do you think so?"

Dong Yi's nostrils enlarged, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out. He was too lazy to argue with his father, and prayed in his heart that as long as he could maintain the current score!

At this moment, suddenly, the situation changed suddenly on TV, and a national football player broke through and rushed towards the opponent's goal!

Azhen immediately clenched her fists and muttered viciously: "In! In! In!"

The family began to get excited.

Dong Yi, the blue veins bulged and prayed: "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

"In! In! In!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Suddenly, the player changed direction and flew past the defensive player, and shot directly into the goal!

"Wow! It's great!" Azhen and Xiaoling applauded happily.

"Good one is tied!" Dong Biao slapped his thigh, and the fat mother laughed.

Swish, Dong Yi instantly stood up from the sofa, pointed at the TV and cursed: "Fuck, why are you trying your best! You are using it to do something wrong for me here!

Just play football anyway! Usually shameless, what will you fight for?

Do you want you to fight for face? Show your spirit of not wanting Bilian and kick me!!!”

Dong Biao frowned and was displeased: "Hey hey hey! What are you doing? They are playing football well! Why do I feel unhappy when I hear you, which end of you are from?"

"Of course I am from the national football team. For him, I bet on my only remaining money!

But today the national football team is not good at playing well! It completely disappoints my expectations for him!" Dong Yi stamped his feet and beat his chest.

Fat mother comforted: "It's already great to tie the two to two, you can't expect too much!"

Dong Yi sat back on the sofa and was indifferent: "My standard is really low, but this national football team can't even achieve such a low standard. What's the use of asking him? Disband as soon as possible!"

"Hey, the guy has passed. Although the score is temporarily tied and the results are not satisfactory, we are all compatriots and descendants of Yan and Huang. We have to consider it for them. It is already very good to be able to hit this point. We can't ask them to go to heaven for no reason!"

Just as Dong Biao was nagging, the court suddenly changed again, and the national football team was approaching the opponent's goal again, volleyed and scored another goal.

Seeing this, Dong Yi collapsed directly on the sofa, covered his forehead with his hands, and looked constipated, listening to the cheers of his family in his ears: "It's over! It's over! The national football team won!"

The originally happy family felt inexplicable when they heard this. Azhen looked at Dong Yi and asked, "Brother, the national football team has won! Why are you unhappy!"

"How am I happy? The national football team won! Look at the national football team won, but the national football team actually won?"

Azhen looked at the father and mother beside him, then looked at the younger sister. Seeing that he was like him, he looked confused and hesitant: "Brother, you are not wrong, has the national football team won the game?

No matter how I look at it, why can’t I understand what your reaction is?”

"That's right, the national football team won??!!"

Dong Yi grinned and pointed at the TV, looking unwilling: "I just can't figure out why the Chinese national football team is so arrogant that they really win."

As he said that, Dong Yi stood up and pointed at the screen and cursed: "You won't win any time you win!

If you don't ask you to win, you must win!

What can you do to show off for me!!!”

Not long after, the final whistle sounded, and the game was completely over. Dong Yisheng walked towards his bedroom without any desire.

The family stared at Dong Yi's performance and Dong Biao was surprised: "Azhen, did Ayi take the wrong medicine? What's going on with this guy?"

Azhen shook her head and thought for a moment, but she was not sure: "I told him today that there was a competition, and my brother seemed to have a trip.

If I think well, he might be able to go to the lottery store to bet. Logically speaking, he should be happy if he wins? Unless...unless the brother bought it..."

When Dong Biao heard this, he suddenly realized and shook his head: "I said why is your brother so strange today? It turns out that he lost. Haha, the lottery is not reliable!

We should avoid talking to you in the future. Look at your brother. This is the lesson of the past!

Ayi is really. As the boss, he has set an example for his sister. Fortunately, I thought he had a promising future some time ago. Now I think he is still the same bad guy!

By the way, remember to dress up tomorrow, our family is going to have a wedding banquet!"

No matter what the family thought of Dong Yi, Dong Yi was already in a state of silence at this time. This time he lost no point.
Chapter completed!