If someone says that one day in the future, the name of a Han Chinese will blow up China's comics forum, it is estimated that many people will find it incredible.

but……

Park Young Tae did it.

Although the reason is not too glorious, it is just because he lost to Zhen Xi, and "Hire of Go" is also publishing the Beidou Cup, which gives readers a sense of substitution.

"Really? I won!"

"No matter what, blow hard today."

"You said, will the ending of "Soul of Chess" be the same as today? If Xiaoguang can win against Gao Yongxia, it will be perfect!"

"No matter, I decided to sit in front of the TV tomorrow and cheer for Zhen Xi!"

"Report, the goal has been achieved, calm down tomorrow and watch the game."

"Mr. Shen, Zhen Xi has already won. What Xiaoguang does is up to you!"

...

The forum's replies were filled with excitement and playful comments, and some people even began to have a slight change in their attitude towards Go.

If it is said that "Soul of the Game" only made these comic lovers interested in Go, then Zhen Hee defeated Park Young Tae, allowing them to start accepting the game in a true sense.

Many people, whether playing games or participating in certain sports, have expectations of the strongest group of people in this field.

Correspondingly, the forum of Han country is full of sadness.

"How is it possible? Last year, Park Yongtae was able to beat Zhen Hee 3:o, how could he lose this year?"

"No, don't you guys have it? Park Yongtai has a chance to win."

"It's only half of the eye, and it must be a wrong step that will lose the game."

"But Park Young Tae can't make the wrong move."

"I think it was too careless, otherwise Park Young Tae's mistakes cannot be explained."

"There is still a chance. As long as we can win back a city tomorrow, we can win the game."

"I hope that Park Young Tae will adjust his mentality and not be affected by today's defeat."

...

"Yongtai, have you seen the comments on you online?" Li Zehao closed his notebook and turned to look at Park Yongtai.

"I didn't see it. It's just a group of 1oser. Reading their comments will only make me laugh." Park Yongtai shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"That's what I said, but we still have to consider the feelings of domestic chess fans. In case of losing tomorrow's game, the pressure on the chess academy and the director will also be great." Another Han Guoqi player said.

"What do you mean? You mean, I will lose?" Park Yongtai said in a deep voice.

"I also hate Zhen Xi, but Yongtai, whether you admit it or not, you are already at a disadvantage now. You must face your current situation squarely." Li Zehao reminded.

"No." Park Yongtai shook his head, the corners of his mouth raised, "The only winner tomorrow is me."

Once you lose the game, let's not talk about the blame of the chess fan, there will definitely be good people who will find out his tweets and what he said.

If he wins the game, those words will appear confident, but if he loses, it will make people feel that he is too arrogant.

He is arrogant, but he doesn't want to combine pride and losing the game.

The next day, the sky was not beautiful, raindrops fluttered and pattered.

The road was slippery and it was inconvenient to walk, but there were still a large number of people who came to Junhao Hotel to watch the second match of the final.

At noon, the audience who arrived early had a meal in the restaurant. Shen Xin and Wang Wenhong each ordered a meal, and then sat against the wall.

Shang Haozhi came over with his tray and sat between the two.

Shen Xin glanced at Shang Haozhi's tray, on which was a plate of Caesar salad.

"President Shang, eat this at noon?" Wang Wenhong asked.

"Yeah. Nervous, no appetite." Shang Haozhi nodded.

"I said, President Shang, it's not you playing, why are you nervous?" Shen Xin puzzled.

"Tsk!" Shang Haozhi looked at Shen Xin dissatisfied, "Don't I still worry about you and "Soul of the Chess"? If Zhen Xi wins, "Soul of the Chess" can take advantage of this craze and make another big hit. That's right. , Have you finished drawing the next few words?"

"No, didn't I give you all? The manuscript... It depends on whether Zhen Xi can beat Park Yongtae today. By the way, Mr. Shang, two, which one do you prefer?"

"Well... I feel unwilling to lose the game, but the rhythm is better. The advantage of winning the game is that it makes people feel comfortable, but the structure of the arrangement feels a bit blunt. For example, the last game was small He just lost to the deputy in District 11, but when he played against Han country, he beat the strongest Gao Yongxia. This is puzzling."

"The reason has already been mentioned. Didn't Kurahata tell Gao Yongxia after the first day of the game? Although the'today's' didn't notice the reversal, the'tomorrow's' can definitely do it! This indicates that Xiaoguang is making progress. What's more, there is a foreshadowing. The reason why Xiaoguang has progressed so fast is precisely because of the existence of Gao Yongxia, he wants to defeat Gao Yongxia." Wang Wenhong explained.

"You are talking about the reason, and the reader knows it, but how do you make the reader feel Xiaoguang's progress clearly, instead of borrowing from others?"

Wang Wenhong was dumb, and Shang Haozhi also made sense.

Since it is a comic, it should be expressed more intuitively on the screen ~lightnovelpub.net~ instead of borrowing words.

What will Shen Xin do?

Wang Wenhong looked at Shen Xin curiously, but saw him rubbing his chin, lost in thought.

At this time, the waiter in the restaurant brought lunch for two people.

Wang Wenhong took the pasta, sprinkled with cheese, and glanced at Shen Xin, "Or, after the game is over, let's think together, should we eat now?"

"You said..." Shen Xin shook his hand and said with interest, "How about the'Hand of God'? If you want to concretize Xiaoguang's progress, the'Hand of God' should be very suitable, right?"

Shang Haozhi's eyes lit up, touched his beard, pondered for a moment, "Yes, if you use the'Hand of God' to make the transition, the plot will be much smoother. By the way, Zuo Wei hasn't disappeared, right?"

"what?"

Shen Xin was taken aback. Wang Wenhong had just lifted the fork and stopped again. He first glanced at Shang Haozhi, and when he saw that he was looking at Shen Xin with gleaming eyes, he moved his gaze to Shen Xin again.

"Did you see it?" Shen Xin looked at Shang Haozhi in surprise.

"It shouldn't be difficult to guess, right? The words on the last page, "Can you hear me? Can you hear my voice?" I thought about the characters in "Hire", and only Zuo Wei was the most suitable. Did Zuo Wei not disappear?" Shang Haozhi said seriously.

Some of the readers of "Soul of Goss" on Earth saw that Zuo Wei disappeared, so they stopped reading "Soul of Gos", and the animation ended before the Beidou Cup began.

People who only watched this part of the animation did not see this sentence.

"He? Who knows? Maybe it's gone, or maybe there's no...open ending, which is actually not bad, right?"

Shen Xin narrowed his eyes, picked up the dinner spoon, and scooped up a spoonful of rice.

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