The Go game has begun.

The auditorium in the Great Hall was filled with people. In addition to students, teachers, and presidents from various universities, many relatives and friends of the participating students were also present.

Wu Xing and her family were also there.

The competition stage is now divided into two sides, left and right, where competitions are taking place simultaneously.

At the beginning, Korea sent ten chess players to compete against ten chess players selected from all universities in Beijing.

After several days of elimination matches, the top four players were Song Wen, Di Shan, and two players from Korea.

The semi-finals are now underway, with Song Wen and Di Shan facing off against two students from the Korean country respectively.

"Uncle Song, can you see what's going on down there now?" Yang Moer asked in a low voice.

She was at a curious age, and after sitting for so long she couldn't help but daydream.

Song's father touched his nose in embarrassment, "I don't understand this either. Song Wen learned Go from his teacher when he was a child. When he was free, he would read books or play Go with his teacher. His younger brother Lao San would sometimes play with him. If Lao San was there, he would definitely understand."

"Is that so?" Yang Moer was a little disappointed. She couldn't understand it. It was too boring.

"Mrs. Song, did you notice?" Yang Moer noticed that Wu Xing was watching seriously and asked hurriedly.

"I only know a little about Go." Wu Xing said honestly.

She read books and studied for several days, and only roughly understood some of the rules, such as the black piece moving first and being captured when the opponent runs out of energy, but she didn't understand how to play chess, attack and defend, and arrange the game.

So, when she saw Di Shan who was able to sit down and compete, she had to admit that she was envious.

The female classmate who liked Song Wen was indeed very outstanding, and even she felt that the two of them were a good match.

"How long will the game last? I don't understand. I want to cheer for Brother Song but I don't know when to do so."

Yang Moer's voice brought Wu Xing back to her senses.

"We can look at the expressions of the people playing chess," Wu Xing said.

"Look at the expression?" Yang Moer became interested.

"But Brother Song doesn't have any expression!" Yang Moer observed for a while and complained again.

"Sister Moer, we can watch other people's games." Wu Lei pointed to the audience, "Look at my brother-in-law's opponent. He seems a little worried."

Finally we found the correct way to watch the game, and everyone became excited and discussed it in low voices.

Sure enough, not long after, Song Wen's opponent announced his defeat, and Song Wen entered the finals.

"Brother-in-law won!" Wu Lei announced happily.

Not long after, Di Shan also announced the end, and the students from the Korean country advanced.

"It's very ordinary." said Di Shan's opponent.

Although he didn't speak Chinese, Di Shan could understand what he meant from his contemptuous expression.

Di Shan snorted and stepped down from the stage in embarrassment.

As soon as she arrived at the stage, she saw Song Wen being surrounded and congratulated by everyone, and Di Shan immediately walked over.

"Song Wen, the foreign student I played against was very strong, and his moves were insidious. I just got caught by accident. You have to be careful later."

"Okay, thank you for letting me know." Song Wen nodded.

Di Shan was a little surprised, and her mood immediately brightened.

Song Wen hadn't paid much attention to her for several days, as if he was deliberately staying away from her. Unexpectedly, he was finally willing to talk to her today.

"Song Wen, then you..." Di Shan wanted to continue talking to him with a smile, but was interrupted by someone.

"Song Wen, it's time to go on stage."

Students in the Korean country don’t have much time, so the competitions are scheduled very closely. The last game just ended and the final is about to begin.

On the stage, the Korean student who participated in the final saw Song Wen coming up and walked up to him arrogantly, "Boy, Go is a precious culture of our country. I will beat you to prove it."

This foreign student spoke poor Chinese with an arrogant look on his face.

Song Wen smiled friendly and said, "Which country's culture Go belongs to is not decided by you or me.

Everything has its own traces. If it is not yours, you cannot take it away. Of course, if you need to lose a game to sober yourself up, I will help you. "

Song Ruan spoke slowly and gently, and he looked elegant, so the Korean male classmates who couldn't understand Chinese thought that Song Wen's friendly attitude was probably trying to praise him.

"Kangsangmida." The male classmate nodded in thanks.

"You're welcome." Song Wen smiled.

The two men sat down and the game began.

"Look at that foreigner, he seems a little proud." Yang Moer quickly pulled the clothes of the person next to her.

The final match had already been going on for more than half of the time, so everyone was a little nervous when they heard Yang Moer say this.

"Sister, do you think my brother-in-law will win?" Wu Lei asked worriedly.

"Yes, I believe him." Wu Xing couldn't help but say when she saw her brother looking worried like a little adult.

"Don't worry too much. Does that mean he's no longer your brother-in-law if you lose?"

"Of course! But I hope my brother-in-law can win. You have also watched the game these days. Those foreigners are not good people. Everyone is so arrogant." Wu Lei said indignantly.

Wu Xing knew that her brother was now a little angry young man, and she also understood his feelings, so she just touched his soft hair to comfort him and continued to watch the competition on the stage.

Wu Xing was a little worried.

Song Wen is playing with white pieces, but there are obviously more black pieces than white pieces on the board. From a normal perspective, this is not favorable for the white pieces.

However, she still believed in Song Wen more.

After being with Song Wen for so many years, she thought she understood Song Wen quite well. Others might not be able to see through his calm expression at this moment, but Wu Xing could tell that he was confident.

On the stage, Song Wen seemed to be undecided.

"Is Song Wen going to lose?" Di Shan in the audience couldn't help but ask.

As she said this, Song Wen's white chess piece finally fell onto the chessboard.

When everyone saw this move, they couldn't help but shake their heads, their faces full of regret.

The Korean students who were watching the event were also confident of winning. Even the teacher leading the team showed a big smile without concealing it. It seemed that he had even thought about his acceptance speech later.

On the stage, Song Wen's opponent laughed out loud, "You are going to lose."

Song Wen remained calm, not affected by his opponent's words at all. He picked up a white chess piece with his slender fingers and slowly dropped it to an incredible position.

As soon as this thing fell, the noisy sound suddenly seemed to be paused.

"What's going on?" Even Yang Moer, who was in the stands, realized that the expressions of the teachers and students below were not right.

The audience in the stands cannot answer this question, but people who understand chess can.

The teacher leading the team from Kyoto University slapped his thigh and said, "Great! Brilliant! This move directly saved the situation from death and brought it back to life!"

After saying this, the teacher looked around and realized that he seemed to be too excited. He sat down slowly with some embarrassment.

But not long after, the teacher couldn't help but applaud again.

Because, after escaping from desperate situation just now, Song Wen's white chess pieces suddenly became aggressive and the entire chessboard was gradually under his control.

"What a great move to lure the enemy in, what a clever layout! I didn't expect that Song Wen, who usually looks gentle and peaceful, actually has such an iron-blooded and neat side in the game of chess!" Although the teacher restrained himself from standing up, he couldn't help but praise him.

As he finished speaking, the game of chess ended without any suspense in a short while.

Song Wen won, and won brilliantly.

His opponent, the foreign student, also had a dazed look on his face.

He seemed to not understand how he went from having an advantage to being in a dead end in an instant.

"Thank you." Song Wen greeted his opponent as per custom.

"Wow! We win, we win!" Song Wen's friend Lin Zhuo shouted.

A group of old scholars, led by the principal, all had admiring looks in their eyes.

When Song Wen walked off the stage, he was greeted with congratulations from his teachers and classmates.

"Congratulations, you're so strong, brother!" Lin Zhuo went up and hit him with a hammer, then gave him a big hug.

Seeing this, the other members of the Go Club also stood up in satisfaction and followed Lin Zhuo's example and hugged him one by one.

With a faint smile, Song Wen accepted everyone's hugs and pats with good temper.

"Song Wen, you are so awesome! I knew you would win!" Di Shan also hugged him.

Song Wen's smile paused.

But before he could react, Di Shan quickly let go.