Ye Fan was pushed onto the stage with a confused look on his face. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a strange-looking man getting up from the recliner and walking towards him.
"Are you Ye Fan, the Go boy from Liangcheng?"
Ye Fan scratched his head, "I am Ye Fan, and someone else calls me Go Boy."
Lu Jiahao was obviously not interested in this, but asked with a serious face: "I heard that you broke the Zhenlong chess game?"
This time, Ye Fan didn't respond yet, and the uncle below said arrogantly: "Why, are you scared now?"
Lu Jiahao laughed, "It's not certain whether he is the chess god. Do I need to be afraid? I don't believe that the chess god is from Liangcheng."
As he said this, he sneered, "Whether it's a mule or a horse, you'll know in a trial. Liangzi, tell him the rules."
Zhang Liangming nodded, and then briefly told Ye Fan about the on-site kick-off challenge.
Ye Fan nodded, "Then let's start."
Zhang Liang couldn't help but glance at Ye Fan in surprise. Let alone whether he could win them over, his calm and unhurried demeanor was already worthy of praise.
Seeing this, the people below couldn't help but rekindled their hopes.
The game between Ye Fan and Zhang Liang lasted for a full hour. Just when everyone was dizzy with hunger, they heard Ye Fan's shy voice coming from the stage, "I accept."
The people below suddenly became alert. Some people widened their eyes and said, "We won?"
"Yeah, we won!"
"Oh my God! We finally won!"
"Ye Fan deserves to be a young Go boy and Master Ye's grandson. He really gives us Liangcheng face!"
There were cheers and cheers below, and it was even more lively than the Chinese New Year.
After suppressing it for so long, they finally felt proud and proud. Everyone was extremely excited.
Lu Jiahao couldn't help but stepped forward and took a look at the intricate lines on the chessboard. His gaze on Mark was no longer so casual, but he was not too cautious either.
"You've just won against someone and you're so happy? I think you've only achieved so much. Dong Rui, come here."
Upon hearing this, Dong Rui stood up and sat on Zhang Liang's seat.
The people below were happy and didn't care about Lu Jiahao's hurtful words.
Now I was watching the game between Ye Fan and Dong Rui more seriously, and I couldn't bear to leave even though I was hungry.
Some people are so hungry that they can't hold on anymore, so they order takeout, and most of them have people run errands to buy it.
Because Ye Fan won the first game, and he was the first person to win consecutively in Go competitions.
The people in the audience fully thought that he would pass the level and fight a good fight, and their expectations were raised to the highest level.
But two hours later, what everyone was waiting for was what Dong Rui said to Ye Fan, "You lost, but you are a talented person. If you go to Beijing University, you can join our Go club."
“…”
Everyone said that they didn’t want this compliment at all, what they wanted was to win!
The praise at this time was tantamount to humiliation for them as a whole in Liangcheng!
At the same time, the old man who was watching the live broadcast in front of the TV threw his job in anger and groaned in anger.
The housekeeper who had just entered the door hurriedly came over and picked up the bowls and chopsticks. His tone was as helpless as coaxing a child, "Mr. Ye, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Hong gasped while stroking his chest, "This brat really embarrassed me! It's not a big deal that he lost to Qingqing, but he could lose to those two grandsons. It's really embarrassing to grandma." Home!”
The housekeeper glanced at the TV and curled his lips, "Mr. Ye, your requirements for the young master are too harsh. He is only a half-year-old boy, and there must be some gap between him and the veterans of Beijing University's Go club! "
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(End of chapter)