Chapter 121 out of sight out of mind

Song Mu won't care about these two-word and three-language comments on the Internet. I think this kind of person who only relies on the virtual world to comment is not enough to enter her eyes. She has the ability to fight one-on-one with her face to face. At the end of the day, they are all a group of cowards, and the only and effective way to deal with such people is to convince them with practical actions. She is the champion this time. "You are really big-hearted. It's your Song Mu. Although I haven't seen you for a while, I still admire you so much!" Words heart can't help but tut twice mouth, half squinting, grinning lips angle quipped. "I seem to be very confident when I hear what you said. You are playing against all previous champions. It seems that I still underestimate your real strength." There was a trace of worry in his mind's eyes, but he soon recovered to calm down. With Gu Jingxiu's skill, these basic and ineffective trivial matters did not need to be intervened by himself at all, and he could understand Yichen thoroughly like a blank sheet of paper without any effort. "What did you... what did you say, previous champions? Why didn't I know about this?!" However, the situation is just the opposite. Song Mu seemed to have been ordered acupuncture points. His hand holding a spoon stopped in mid-air. His eyes were empty and absent. He seemed to have just received some fierce stimulation and had not recovered for a long time. Have to say, these two levels of reversal is really quite surprising, even let Yan Xin once suspected Song Mu is idle to boring to have fun with himself staged a good show, after all, has not done such a good thing less before. Thought of here, the forehead of the heart can't help but appear three rows of black lines, the face capital "speechless" two words, abandon and see through everything in the eyes revealed, is ready to relentlessly back, but the next second was interrupted by Song Mu's "cry" sound. "Isn't it, sure not kidding? Then I am not the fish on the chopping board. How can I succeed if I am afraid of touching Stone?" Song Mu couldn't help sneering in his heart, the original relaxed mood also pulled up, inexplicably raised a feeling of uneasiness and panic, instantly like a deflated ball, once "glory" is gone forever. The mood of eating cake was completely gone. Once again, I opened my mobile phone microblog and wanted to know what kind of person Yichen was. When you click on the homepage, you will be filled with the feeling of "learning to dominate the big brother" and "chess genius". The dynamic of setting the top and the background picture are the award certificates or trophies and medals of all competitions. There are still more than one wall, which makes people admire from the bottom of my heart. "Hang up first, then I'm going to do something extremely great and determine my fate. Pray for me!" Song Mu suddenly realized that he was "still on the phone". After smiling every day, he hung up the phone in a hurry. Although there has been no talk from the other side, it will still have an impact more or less. After all, it will cost a lot of money, and no matter how good the family conditions are, it cannot be so squandered. "Then you must cheer for tomorrow's match. Rouwan and I will cheer you up silently." Hung up the phone, Song Mu devoted himself wholeheartedly to the understanding of Yichen's "life story". His slightly twisted eyebrows gradually became more distorted. At this time, there may have been 10,000 "grass mud horses" running mercilessly in his heart. "This is still a human being, it is simply a fairy-level figure. Okay...... Ah, what is this?!" After a burst of shock, Song Mu's eyes suddenly felt certain, touching his cheeks, his eyes full of great doubts. This is the only dynamic different from the previous one, as if it were an unfinished chess game. "It turns out that genius can have chess games that can't be played." Song Mu raised his eyebrows, and a little joy appeared in his heart. A layer of hope emerged in his eyes, but at the same time he was also anxious for himself. Shaking and joking, the first thing that came into view was a huge checkerboard with scattered chess pieces on it, and no rule could be found. Song Mu tightly twisted his eyebrows and stared at the chessboard. His brain was rotating rapidly. At this time, his mind was already experiencing a "brainstorming" and the atmosphere was highly tense. After a long silence, after about fifteen minutes, Song Mu's whole body was tingled and bounced directly from the bed. His excitement was beyond words, which was no different from the state after winning 50 billion yuan in the lottery, and even exaggerated. "Che-I thought it was a difficult game. It turned out that at this level, even one tenth of my level is not as good as mine. It seems that this genius is not very good either." Song Mu had a disdainful expression on his face. Then he lost his mobile phone and stood on the bed with his head held high with his eyes in vain. He looked noble as if he were a big winner in life. The cheap appearance was as much as he needed to be beaten. From a side point of view, successfully solving this chess game is equivalent to winning Yichen. It can be said that no one will be Song Mu's opponent in tomorrow's competition field, and the feeling of sweeping the army arises spontaneously. Song Mu's heart a big stone finally fell down, very comfortable, the whole person suddenly feel light without pressure, what to do, what to eat, what to drink, no burden. The spoon that was temporarily forgotten on the table was held in his hand again, and the incomplete cake that was eaten once again embarked on its "journey". Song Mu was eating the cake while humming a little song, and only the current beauty in his eyes was useless. However, she is living a comfortable life, but there is an uproar on the Internet. Netizens quarrel fiercely and feel that the Internet is going to be paralyzed for a while. "How capable is Song Mu to win the favor of Aaron family and The Fule's family families at the same time? I don't know how much secret is hidden behind my back!" "Yichen is one of the best players in chess. The title of" genius "is not for nothing. The little girl can be his opponent. Isn't this a joke?" "Didn't the match start tomorrow? Just wait and see. I'm sure I'll kill Song Mu tomorrow morning." "Take me one, I bet less than a minute..." "Hey, it's been a minute. I bet it's less than 30 seconds." "......" "Gu Ye, according to Chen's information, I found it." At this time, Nanbai also came in with a letter of information in his hand, straightening his chest and full of confidence. "Say." Gu Jingxiu put down his coffee, folded his hands in front of him, leaning on the sofa, his face was gloomy and terrible, and his dim eyes were unfathomable, which made people unable to guess what they were thinking in their hearts. "Yichen is a young master of the family, and he is a grandson of the old man, so he provides it like a baby, and almost everything follows him." "In accordance with the family? Is it a family that businesses dabble in the field of clothing?" Gu Jingxiu asked coldly, in his influence, the only one who can remember and mention the name of Yijia is that one, and he is mainly engaged in the field of clothing production, but he has nothing to do with himself. "Yes, the development in the field of family-based industries over the years is not bad, and it is also an industry giant. There is still some persuasiveness." Listening to Nanbai's words, Gu Jingxiu gradually lost in thought, staring at a certain place, with a slender white hand holding an angular chin, "the most beautiful meditator" is undoubtedly. "I know, go down first." Hesitated for a few times, Gu Jingxiu did not look up at Nanbai, but still looked at the place, and told him in a bland tone. Nanbai left the room after a slight nod. At this time, Gu Jingxiu was once again the only one left in the room. The dead silence seemed to amplify all the subtle sounds. The "ticking" sound of the clock seemed to be in my ear. I can't take the place of Xiao Muer in the competition. All I can do is silently support and protect her in the dark. I can only hope that the little girl is fully prepared. * Time flies, and soon came to the eve of the next day's competition. The venue of the competition was set at the place where the press conference was held the night before. That day was just the tip of the iceberg. In fact, the venue was very large and the feeling of not seeing the edge at a glance. "It's just a chess match. It's not a sport. Is it necessary to get such a big venue? It's a waste of space." Under the leadership of the staff, Song Mu took a long breath, stretched lazily, looked around and whispered since the week after. "Miss Song, please wait a moment in the VIP room. We will send someone to inform you one hour before the start of the competition. You have a good rest and can give orders at any time." The staff member nodded his head and bowed his waist. He looked like a flattering fox. His tone was as strange as it was. He was extremely uncomfortable to listen to. He didn't have to guess to know that he was a snob. "Well, please." Song Mu, of course, has always been the hypocrite who doesn't like this kind of hypocrisy most. His eyebrows are slightly condensed. The two characters "dislike" are clearly written on his face, and a professional smirk is superimposed to "cover up". This visual impact is simply "full of praise". It is not groundless to say that one thing is better than one thing when one is alone. "Little Muer... Little Muer, are you in there?" At this moment, there was a familiar old man's voice outside the door, which seemed to be impatient. Slightly rapid footsteps also proved that Song Mu's conjecture was right. Song Mu was about to open the door and go out to have a look. The door was pushed open from the outside. The person standing in front of Song Mu was Fu's father. What she did not expect was that Grandma Fu followed closely and came forward with small steps from behind Grandpa Fu, looking kind. "How did your parents come, far away, the weather is still cold, just watch the live broadcast at home, there is no need to run in person." Song Mu hurried forward and walked to the middle, one on each side holding the two old people. His sweet and greasy voice was lovable. He followed their pace and slowly walked to the sofa to sit down cleverly. "It's unreasonable to watch the live broadcast at home. Xiao Muer must be present to cheer in person when he comes to the competition. He can't lose in momentum." Grandma Fu glanced at Song Mu and waved with her hand. Song Mu, who was firmly staring at her eyes, was somewhat embarrassed. A feeling of emotion arises spontaneously in her heart. Suddenly she felt her nose sour and her eyes seemed to have tears flashing. When did you become so sentimental? It's strange!