Feng Yin lost half of his son and lost openly, without any dissatisfaction.
Shuimusheng on the opposite side won but didn’t see him very happy. He just stared at the chessboard and was thinking about something.
Feng Yin didn’t bother him, but just sat quietly and waited.
Shuimusheng didn’t speak, and the people next to him didn’t dare to speak, but he just muttered a lot in his heart.
[What’s the situation now? 】
[How come you look happy when you lose, but you won without any action? 】
[I am a Go player, Feng Yin is very powerful, and I feel ashamed of myself. 】
[So too, I can’t imagine that Mr. Shui has reached this level. 】
For a moment, winning or losing is not the most important thing.
How many Go players said on the Internet that they were not as good as Feng Yin, and their previous remarks that criticized Feng Yin for borrowing the Dongfeng were instantly shattered.
“Awesome.”
Shuimusheng spoke, and he chuckled and said with great force, and finally looked up at Feng Yin opposite him.
He saw Feng Yin’s eyes clearly and laughed out loud.
“You – I’m intent.”
Feng Yin smiled faintly and bowed to Shuimusheng.
“You have raised your word. I’ll treat you to dinner and cook yourself, how about it?”
“Oh? OK, okay, then I’ll definitely come. Call me when the time comes.”
“No problem.”
The two started chatting as if no one was around, but the content of the chat was a bit crooked.
What do you like to eat?
Do you like sweet or salty? Can you eat spicy food? Do you like beef or mutton and eat seafood?
What are these and what!
But the two protagonists didn’t have this perception, so they continued to chat, and everyone was hungry.
“I’m so looking forward to it. I’m going to clear my stomach these days, and I’m just waiting for your meal.”
“No problem, I’ll cover it with me.”