Online vs. offline people.

All of them were ridiculing Lin Fan for miscalculating the result.

Especially the fans of Nanzhou, they have high hopes for the Nanzhou Youth Team, so they think that if Lin Fan miscalculated, they must take the initiative to apologize.

"I wasn't mistaken."

Lin Fan frowned and said, "If you want to take the pass, just take the pass, if you don't believe me, in fact, you don't need to watch it at all."

His idea is very simple, if you believe it, you will watch it, and if you don't believe it, don't look at it.

[Ragdoll Cat:, it's the first time I've seen Master Lin so rigid! 】

[minus 90 degrees: Anyway, I still choose to believe in Master Lin!] 】

[Ping An should make a big profit: You say that I am a brainless fan, and I also admit it, because Master Lin has been right so many times, and I have unconditional trust in Master Lin. 】

[Sister Furong: Hehe, I've already lost my powder. 】

[Mr. Football: Master Lin, you are a cow, then I will take it immediately! ] 】

In just a few moments, a large number of fans took the guan.

Lin Fan didn't say anything about it, he knew that he wasn't wrong, but no one wanted to believe him when he said it.

Fortune telling is a matter of trust.

Without trust, no matter how accurate Lin Fan's calculations are, he will still be questioned.

"Mother Yang, you better hang up the connection with Master Lin."

"He's a god, I can't believe it."

"I really hate people like him."

The surrounding parents persuaded Yang's mother to disconnect.

Mother Yang did not accept their opinions, because she had been following Lin Fan for a while and knew that Lin Fan was usually more accurate in fortune-telling.

Although she was wrong this time, she wanted to ask Lin Fan to help tell fortunes in other things.

After a while, the intermission ended.

Because of the long time played, the young players obviously felt tired.

However, the Nanzhou Youth Football Team is still very fierce and frequently scores goals in the second half.

In the audience, parents kept cheering.

"It's a pity."

Lin Fan sighed, he had no doubts about the strength of the Nanzhou Youth Team at all.

It's just that this game is different from the previous games.

At the end of the second half, the Nanzhou Youth Team scored three goals again, exactly 6-0.

The Pingzhou junior team looked frustrated, and they didn't expect to keep a clean sheet.

Because it was a youth football match, the award ceremony was relatively simple.

A platform was set up on the football field, and the president of the Youth Football Association walked up to the platform and announced, "Congratulations to the Ping Chau Youth Team, although they lost this game, they are the most popular, and the rule of our game is that if you are popular, you can win the championship."

"We have just counted the number of votes for the Ping Chau Junior Team on the Internet, while the number of votes for the South Chau Junior Team is 60,000."

"So let's congratulate the Ping Chau Junior Team for winning the championship of the Nine Cities League!"

The voice fell.

The audience fell silent, and then the children of the Pingzhou Junior Team shouted happily.

[Ragdoll: Huh? Nanzhou Junior Team Lost? 】

[minus 90 degrees: Did I hallucinate, the Nanzhou Youth Team scored six goals, why did they still lose! ] 】

[Ping An should make a lot of money: should the champion not be kicked out, but by the number of votes. ] 】

[Mr. Football: I'm paying attention to Master Lin again.] 】

[Football baby: Master Lin, you said it earlier, it turns out that you mean the Nanzhou Youth Team 6-0 Pingzhou Youth Team, but the final championship will not fall on the Nanzhou Youth Team. 】.

[Moon Rabbit No. 3: Cowhide! 】

The sailors in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.

They felt like they had watched so many games, and they had all watched them in vain.

"Master Lin, how can this be!"

Mother Yang

Swallowing his saliva, he asked, "The sailors in the live broadcast room just now should have seen it, our child scored six goals, obviously we won, why did we only get the runner-up!"

While shocked, the parents also complained about the unfairness of the organizers.

If the champion is decided, why bother to let people come and compete.

"Shady!"

"We are the champions, we are the champions!"

"You guys are so disgusting that you actually gave the championship to the Ping Chau Junior Team!"

Many parents gathered around the podium, and they wanted an explanation from the organizers.

The person in charge of the organizer saw the anger of the crowd and hurriedly explained, "Didn't you say this matter in advance?"

"The champion is to vote online, and as for the competition, it is just for you to provide a mental competition."

"When other people see your game online, you play well and vote for it, and then you become the champion."

"Now your Nanzhou Junior Team didn't win the championship because you didn't play well in the game."

As soon as these words came out, they instantly aroused the anger of many parents.

Yang's mother took her mobile phone and stepped forward and said, "You have all seen the millions of sailors, this is the Nine Cities League, and the champion is based on the number of online votes, not who can win the final."

[Ragdoll: It's really a cow, it's the first time I've seen such a game. 】

[minus 90 degrees: I just checked, and at the bottom of the voting interface, there is indeed a line of small print. 】

[Peace should make a big profit: I take a magnifying glass to see that line of small characters, I'm afraid I can't see it clearly. 】

[Boss Xiu: Although I live in Pingzhou, I can't support the Pingzhou Youth Team to win the championship, this championship is too fake. 】

[Mr. Football: If you do this, it will hurt the children too much.] 】

The children of the Nanzhou Youth Team, sitting on the lawn, they all cried.

They couldn't understand why they had won the game and still couldn't win the championship.

At this moment, a child walked up to Yang's mother and innocently asked, "Mom, do we still have to continue to win the game to win the championship?"

Hear the words.

Yang's mother's eyes were red, and she didn't dare to tell the children the truth.

"The organizer is too doggy!"

The small group watched the live broadcast throughout the whole process, and it was obvious that the Nanzhou Youth Team had won!

She complained, "Master Lin, this kind of competition hurts the children too much."

[Ragdoll: Speaking of the people who questioned Master Lin just now, why don't you come out and apologize quickly! ] 】

[Mr. Footballer: I'm paying attention again!] 】

[Football Baby: It's true that we were impulsive, it turns out that Master Lin didn't miscalculate! 】

[Murong Tieyu: It's really 6-0, and the Nanzhou Youth Team really lost. 】

[Volley: Master Lin, this is the darkest game I've ever seen, I shouldn't have said bad things about you before, and here I solemnly apologize to you. 】

In the live broadcast room, the sailors who turned out to be Guan Lin Fan are all back.

They apologized to Lin Fan one after another, originally they thought that Lin Fan must have miscalculated, but after the results came out, they were shocked.