Chapter 1938 The Real World 27

If Fang Lingyu can't see his intention, Xiao Mo'er will win this game.

Under the eyes of everyone's expectations, Fang Lingyu was fine after all and failed to see his intentions, and fell directly into the trap of kid Mo. After a cup of tea, when he reacted, it was too late.

Fang Lingyu looked at the situation on the chessboard, and the piece in his hand never fell.

He raised his head to look at the boy Mo, and gave him a solemn and respectful salute, "I will admit defeat."

Boy Mo did not feel excited and complacent because he won the game, he stood up and respectfully returned to him, "Acceptance."

Fang Lingyu looked at the little guy at his age, he was neither arrogant nor impetuous, even if he won the game, he was so calm and composed, with admiration and emotion in his heart.

He felt that he was not wronged in losing the game.

He was sure that if there was no accident, this son would definitely be famous all over the world.

Seeing this result, the people around were in an uproar.

"God, this kid is really against the sky."

"Fang Lingyu actually lost to him."

"If this child is not a prodigy, there is no prodigy in the world."

"It was so unexpected."

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Seeing this ending, Shopkeeper Fu was also surprised in his heart, knowing that Fang Lingyu was a famous talent within a hundred miles of their Sanshui County.

Unexpectedly, he actually lost to a child today.

This kid can't!

The more Mr. Fu looked at the boy, the more satisfied he became, and he wanted to take this little guy as his own.

"No. 37 Mu Zimo won this game. The current score is a one-to-one tie. Now as long as No. 37 and No. 38 beat each other, they are the final winners of this game."

Qin Yuxuan looked at Xiao Mo'er, "Would you like to take a break and come back again?"

Kid Mo shook his head, "No need."

Seeing that he didn't need to rest, Shopkeeper Fu immediately announced, "The last competition has officially started."

"Boom"~~

With the sound of gongs and drums, the competition between Qin Yuxuan and Xiao Zimo officially began. This time, kid Mo is playing the 12-point spirit of the 12-point spirit, because he knows that the opponent is very strong, and his chances of defeating him are very slim.

But even if he knew how little, he would not give up, but tried his best to face this game.

Qin Yuxuan saw the calm and fierce fire of war in the eyes of the little guy.

He is looking forward to this competition with the little guy.

Qin Yuxuan initially fought against him with the mentality of having a little fun, but Mo was forced to fight seriously. Just when he was about to put away his cynical attitude, he heard the little guy on the opposite side, in that soft and waxy voice, solemnly say: "Please play seriously."

Qin Yuxuan raised his eyebrows.

Whoops, is this little guy serious?

"Are you sure you want me to be serious?" Qin Yuxuan asked playfully.

The kid Mo said seriously and seriously: "If you don't want to compare, just admit defeat."

"Hahahaha." Qin Yuxuan laughed and looked at him with interest, "It seems that I'm sorry for not being serious. Then you have to be careful next time."

Kid Mo did not respond, but used practical actions to show that he was fearless.

His actions made Qin Yuxuan more interested in fighting.

After Qin Yuxuan fought seriously, the boy Mo fell into a hard fight. Everyone saw that the boy Mo was forced to retreat, with fine beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.