Chapter 124 won

"How, Xiao Muer, how are you preparing, are you sure?" As time went by little by little, Fu looked down at the watch on his wrist from time to time, and finally he couldn't help but ask the question that had been flat for a long time. "That's natural. Just look at it, Grandpa Fu. I must be the champion this time." Said, Song Mu excitedly jumped up from the sofa, vomited a mouthful of evil spirit, with his chest held high his head, posing as a "king", solemnly patted his chest with a package ticket, the tone to be as confident as possible. "After hearing what you say, Grandpa Fu is relieved... Don't be under pressure, relax, Grandpa will cheer for you under the stage." Fu old man with an amiable smile on his face, gently patted Song Mu's small hand, with a soothing tone charged, this is undoubtedly to give her a dose of centering needle. Time soon came to the ten minutes before the competition. It felt like a blink of an eye. Song Mu was also quite surprised and even doubted whether his watch was in addition to the problem. There is even the illusion that time accelerates its own pace. "Miss Song Mu, there are still five minutes before the start of the competition. Please follow us to the waiting room." At this moment, accompanied by three knocks on the door, there was a respectful and polite voice of the staff outside the door. Although the tone was peaceful, it was no different from a death warrant in Song Mu's ears. Although there are no competitors in this competition, it is the first time to participate in such a formal competition. There are many cameras, flashes and media, and tension is inevitable. Follow closely behind the staff and walk towards the waiting room, which is still in the back court. Along the way, there will be scattered media standing aside or shooting not far behind you. Even if they don't want to, the word "disgust" is clearly written on their faces, and they are just like "transient blindness". Pretend not to see, still go its own way. "Come on, calm down." Almost at the end of the waiting room, a man who passed by Song Mu bent down slightly, and his voice of alcohol suddenly sounded in his ears. He was so familiar and confusing. The short words made Song Mu subconsciously look up fiercely, facing Gu Jingxiu's spoiled eyes. And this may not be special in front of outsiders, but it is different in Song Mu's eyes. This ordinary glance undoubtedly gave her a comfort and motivation, and swept away the panic and worry in her heart. "Next, we invite the next two players to play." After the host reported the curtain with enthusiasm, he quickly retreated to one side, thinking of leaving the middle C position to the next big shot-Yichen. Song Mu jumped up and down, and went to the scene in a happy mood. She didn't feel the slightest tension. What she didn't know was that she was a guest who came to go through the motions. The audience also showed a puzzled expression. In contrast, Yichen, who came up from the opposite side, was much more mature and stable, and his aura suddenly improved by several stalls, which made people around him hold their breath, followed by a sigh and sigh. "This comparison came out at once, and I thought with my feet that this champion must be Yichen, an unchanging fact." One of the vast audience sneered loudly, as if in order to make himself the focus or let Song Mu pay attention to himself successfully, he got up directly from his chair excitedly the next second. Even pointed to Song Mu with his finger, and his eyes were full of contempt and contempt, which made people hate. Is this person's EQ negative? Why do you want to "die" without any eyesight? Song Mu couldn't help but vomit in his heart, turning his eyes greatly, but he had to wear an elegant and polite smile on his face to keep his image. I have to say it was really hypocritical. They say what they say, I will listen to what sounds good, and I will automatically block what sounds bad. There is no need for a few strangers who don't know to mess up their good mood. It's not worth it. "Let's introduce ourselves to each other." The host also happened to come forward at this time, just stuck in the middle of Song Mu and Yichen, but his face was flattering, obviously running towards Yichen. "Hello, Yichen." In addition, it is necessary for us to Yi Chen didn't want to talk to Song Mu, a shrimp soldier and crab. His half-empty eyes seemed not to wake up. His lazy attitude and standing posture showed that he didn't take the competition to heart, and he looked like he was sure and had answers. "Hello elder, I am Song Mu, please give me more advice." After all, Song Mu is a newcomer. She still needs to do her best. She has done a lot of homework for this competition. Confidence is the capital that a person can talk about, isn't it? According to Chen, he looked at Song Mu's outstretched friendly hand in front of him. He only glanced at it lightly, but he didn't mean to shake hands. Instead, he turned and walked away directly towards his competition position. This is really a arrogant person, what bad temper, really owe smoke. Song Mu unconsciously muttered and vomited in her heart. Now she is unable to roll her eyes any more. She only feels speechless. "The wonderful game is about to begin, please take your places." This is exactly the point of the match. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became serious. The atmosphere suddenly changed. People's hearts were not in a hurry and they watched the situation on the court nervously. Song Mu, on the other hand, was very relaxed. He did not seem to care about Yi Chen, who had the title of "genius" across the street. The process from walking to sitting down to placing chess pieces was all in one go, natural and harmonious. On the contrary, the old Fu under the stage, from the beginning of the competition until now, his eyes have not moved away from Song Mu's body. He rushed up and stood beside him to see it comfortably. A lot of cold sweat broke out on his nervous forehead. "The game officially started." At the command of the host, the scene instantly fell into a dead silence. The sound of fine needles falling to the ground could be heard clearly, and even the sound of breathing echoed in my ears. At this time, all the attention of the two people on the court was focused on the chessboard in front of them, as if only the two of them were present, burying their heads and meditating, their brains were spinning rapidly, and every step they took was a deliberate decision. After about 20 minutes, the two fought for about dozens of rounds, but the outcome was not yet decided. This result did not occur to the audience present. There was a trace of surprise and disbelief in their eyes. They were poking around one after another to see more clearly. "Come on, it's been more than 20 minutes, why don't you know on the court, this little girl movie is really so powerful?!" A young female audience off the court could not sit still. Looking at the appearance of the spring heart sprouting on her face, she should still be a loyal fan of Yichen. "What can the little girl do? We must have seen whether she is a girl or a child in the morning. If we can't bear to hurt her self-esteem, we will release the water." Although the voice of this sentence is not big, the quiet atmosphere at the scene set off the small voice, and Song Mu on the court heard it clearly and truly. "Hum, what a bunch of mindless guys, too lazy to talk nonsense with you..." The whisper in a low voice also happened to be heard by the opposite Yichen. He looked up at Song Mu slightly. His tone was obviously more polite than before. He opened his mouth and suggested kindly. "I will concentrate on the competition, and then I will be serious." Say that finish, then immediately picked up a piece on the chessboard, did not hesitate to walk out of a confident step, triumphant expression leapt to his face, corners of the mouth evoked a smile seems to have finalized the outcome of the game-he won this game.