Chapter 123 sentimental

How to listen to this, as if to say that he has been releasing water for so long in front of him, and he will really find himself a step down. Song Mu couldn't help secretly spitting out in his heart, silently turning over a supercilious look from his heart. It is estimated that after getting along for so long just now, the great image of Yichen in Song Mu's heart should be greatly reduced. From the previous dozens of rounds of matches, it can be seen slightly clearly that Yichen definitely does not have the word "drain water" as he said in his mouth, and the looming sweat on his forehead is the most favorable proof. It is estimated that he never expected that a little girl like Song Mu could take so many moves from himself, and it seems that every counterattack is so accurate and powerful, and it is not a random walk, which must contain her truth. "At an early age... chess is good." See you for a long time, this is the first time that Yichen praises people. Listening to this tone doesn't seem to mean joking. It seems that I have met a strong opponent. This year's competition is still interesting and not so boring. . . . . . According to Chen's eyes flashed a trace of light, the interest suddenly came up, and the corners of the mouth flickered to evoke a smile with little obvious meaning of pondering. "Thank you for your praise. Grandpa Fu said the same about me." Song Muban raised his head, narrowed his eyes like a crescent moon and looked at the opposite Yichen. The smile of "forced business" always hung on his face and never disappeared. The sincere smile from ear to ear really made people think it was from the bottom of their hearts for a moment. The battle situation at the scene has turned white-hot. The real-time battle situation projected on the big screen made everyone present hold their breath, raise their throats, and plop plop violently hit. To say that in the first half, it took only about five or six floors of strength to release water in the morning, but in the second half, the difference can be obviously felt. It took about eight or nine floors of skill, and Song Mu on the opposite side was already wandering back and forth on the edge of danger. "I said you are no match for me. Go back and practice for a few more years." Looking at his advantage in the upper hand, Yi Chen directly "exposed his nature" and raised his eyebrows. The image of a modest gentleman before now no longer exists. His arrogant and arrogant words blurted out and Song Mu felt wrinkled. "Don't be too happy until the last moment." You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. "I think my predecessors should know better than me." This is to look down on who, look at his ugly face, really don't let you suffer a loss don't know what his original surname, "people outside, there are days outside" this sentence to understand well. Song Mu couldn't help sneering at a track in his heart, his face immediately sank, sat up and straightened his back, and his aura suddenly changed. Even the opposite Yichen felt it. The dark eyes are unfathomable, and the fundus hides the feelings that people can't see. It seems that the whole body is surrounded by a thin layer of fog, which is unpredictable. The chess pieces in the hand are tightly held in the hand, and the eagle-like eyes are staring at the situation on the chessboard, and the brain has launched a "brainstorming". The game on the stage is in full swing, and it is not easy under the stage, especially Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu. In order to see clearly what they are doing on the court, they have to walk to the edge of the stage. Their hands hold each other, and their palms are sweating, and they can see the marks pinched red by their nails. However, the parents' attention was all on Song Mu. They did not feel the pain that swept through them and did not respond at all. "General, you lost." After putting down the key chess in his hand, Yichen put his hands around his chest, and even stood up directly from his seat and walked to the center of the stage. His face was filled with joy after victory, and he couldn't wait to accept the cheers and cheers of someone in the place. "Impatient can't eat hot tofu this truth don't understand? Elder Yichen, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do what you want." Song Mu's corners of the mouth evoked an evil smile of conspiracy. He looked at Yichen meaningfully. The tone of his voice was strange. There was nothing good when he heard it. I saw Song Mu pick up the "gun" on the chessboard, without procrastination, resolutely and decisively, and hit the opposite lair straight. "There is no solution to this game, senior, you lost." The big screen was fixed at this moment, and Song Mu also stood up behind Yi Chen, smiling at him apologetically, saying that he didn't mean to rob him of the championship. "At the end of the competition, I announce that the final winner of this competition is Song Mu!" After receiving the result from the referee, the host shouted loudly to the audience behind him, but he could not hear any excitement, only the tone of surprise and doubt was mixed inside. No matter who you tell it to, you won't believe it at the first time. Even those who saw it with their own eyes don't believe what they saw and heard, let alone those who heard it. "What, Yi Chen actually lost, or lost to such a little girl, tell me this is not true, it must be a dream, slap me quickly." "This is definitely a hot search headline tomorrow. I really underestimated this fledgling girl. It seems that the title of" genius "will change from now on..." "..." The people at the scene chattered incessantly and immediately burst into flames. Everyone had their own opinions. Some people still did not believe in Song Mu's power, while others turned to powder or black powder on Song Mu Road. After a sudden silence, then a burst of applause swept through, which really startled Song Mu. "No, this is definitely not true, I can't lose, I can't lose......!" Yichen's reaction is the biggest. How can such a sudden and huge stimulus be accepted at once? Besides, Yichen is still a champion who has won several consecutive terms, and his ability to withstand blows is naturally much weaker. "How can you solve this chess game? It is obviously a dead game." According to Chen, she is always unwilling to accept the facts. It seems that she has not reacted yet. She is still in a state of being puzzled. Looking at the chessboard on the table, he said to himself, repeating the same sentence. "Xiao Muer, Grandpa Fu knew that you would definitely live up to my sincerity and did not disappoint Grandpa." Fu, who had endured for a long time under the stage, finally couldn't help rushing onto the stage. He was excited about the language and couldn't speak quickly. Holding Song Mu was a Luan "kiss". "Grandpa Fu, your beard is too stinging...... your face hurts." Song Mu pouted with a small mouth, frowned slightly, raised his hand to cover his cheek, delicate coquetry voice let a person heart arises spontaneously bursts of preference. I was already immersed in the joy of winning the competition and couldn't extricate myself. Coupled with Song Mu's direct blow to my heart, Fu's face had blossomed with joy, and his mouth never let go. "Ha, ha, ha, good, good, isn't Grandpa happy? I'm stuck in Xiaomuer." Said, fu he quickly stretched out his hand to touch Song Mu's little face, a full face of distressed said. "Third brother! Grandpa Gu... Why are you here?!" At this moment, a tall and familiar voice came not far in front of him. He seemed to be following the old man who thought he was old and leaning on crutches. Song Muxu watched and shouted out excitedly. Then he looked intently and jumped up without excitement. Gu Jingxiu put his hands in his pockets and stood expressionless in the audience in front of Song Mu, in sharp contrast to her. This reaction is wrong. Why is he so calm and collected? Isn't he unhappy to win the competition? Song Mu was full of dissatisfaction and looked down at Gu Jingxiu with a straight face. The winking made people laugh and cry. He completely forgot that he was still standing on the stage. "It happened that Mr. Fu Lao was also present. Is it convenient for Miss Song Mu to be interviewed now?" The host trotted to Song Mu's side and naturally rolled up her arm. I didn't know how many years they had been good friends. The flattering face made Song Mu don't want to take another look. It was very fake. "Of course it's convenient, I'd love to." Song Mu replied politely that he stood on the stage with his hands behind his back, which made some people under the stage sigh that Song Mu was simply a "little goddess" in his heart, educated and connotative. "How do you usually train? It is not easy to defeat previous champions. Is there any master guidance?" The host's questions hit the nail on the head and were fatal. Each one was extremely sensitive. Song Mu looked at her subconsciously. His heart shook and his pupils narrowed slightly. I didn't expect the force to be so fierce. "I also play stand-alone games at ordinary times. There is nothing special about it. I just have time to play chess with Grandpa Fu." Song Mu showed a naive appearance, and his voice made people have an impulse to slap him. I have to say that the appearance of "Biao Li Biao Qi" is really vivid and in place. Even the host on one side listened to it, and the smile on his face was stiff there. The corners of his mouth smoked awkwardly, and he didn't know what to say for a while. "What? Just... just play stand-alone games?! I don't believe it. It's ridiculous that Yichen's strength can't compare with man-machine." "I can win the competition by playing a stand-alone game. It seems that it is really a rare" genius ". I admire it!" "......" All the people in the audience were shocked and once again fell into a new round of debate, which was in full swing and could not extricate themselves for a long time. "Then you really deserve the champion here. Congratulations, please stand in the middle with Mr. Fu and take a picture." The host doesn't seem to want to stay on the stage awkwardly any more, which will only make her appear to be the one with the least voice and the lowest IQ. Song Mu and Fu's father are also surprisingly unified, selling her face very much, cooperating with standing in the designated position, revealing the "professional smirk" dedicated to taking photos on professional occasions.