Chapter 310 It’s great that it’s white silk
Arriving at Room 208, Zeng Wenjie made a pot of tea, set up the chessboard, and sat opposite Mu Qingyang.
"Come on, let me test your chess skills first!" Mu Qingyang said.
Then, Zeng Wenjie placed his first piece at the center point, Tianyuan.
Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you planning to use some tricks and play imitation chess? This trick won't work on me!"
She casually placed the piece at the upper left star position.
Zeng Wenjie, as if possessed by a chess spirit, picked up a black chess piece with his middle finger and index finger, then stretched out his arm and slapped it next to the black piece with a slightly heavy force.
Mu Qingyang took a puzzled look at it, then went to occupy another star position.
Four moves later, Zeng Wenjie placed another black stone, forming a string of five black stones. He cheered, "I win!"
“???”
Mu Qingyang looked at him in astonishment and said, "How did you win? Even if I count now, it's still..."
"If the five pieces are connected in a line, doesn't that mean I win? Xiao Mu, you are such a wimp!" Zeng Wenjie said proudly.
Mu Qingyang was stunned on the spot, and then Zeng Wenjie saw a blood vessel popping up on the back of her hand, beating wildly.
When he looked up again, he saw that Mu Qingyang's face was already red.
It's not that I'm embarrassed, but I'm rarely angry.
"I'm playing Go with you!" Mu Qingyang said to Zeng Wenjie with a serious look.
"Uh, I thought it was Gobang." Zeng Wenjie spread his hands innocently.
Mu Qingyang said a little angrily: "Be serious!"
Zeng Wenjie smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, I get it! But I'm a novice, you can't be too harsh on me."
Mu Qingyang's clenched fists loosened slightly, he slowly exhaled a long breath, and said, "Hmm."
Zeng Wenjie drank a sip of tea, then lit a cigarette and played a round of chess seriously with Mu Qingyang.
As expected, neither humble nor arrogant, and without suspense, the outcome was the same as when the Chinese men's football team met the Brazilian women's football team.
The men's football team doesn't play football, they are just football porters; Zeng Wenjie doesn't play chess, he is just a Go porter...
How could there be such a huge river of blood on the chessboard?
"Are you going to kill me?!" Zeng Wenjie said angrily.
"Who asked you to play Gobang with me just now?" Mu Qingyang hummed happily, picked up a large number of black pieces and threw them on the lid of the chess basket.
There was no need to count the points at all, Zeng Wenjie just collapsed on the sofa with powerlessness.
Mu Qingyang silently picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. Suddenly he looked at it and found that he had the demeanor of a master.
Zeng Wenjie said, "Then let's play Gobang!"
Mu Qingyang said: "Okay."
Three minutes later, Zeng Wenjie glanced at Mu Qingyang and silently put away the chess piece.
Five minutes later, Zeng Wenjie looked at Mu Qingyang again and silently put away the chess pieces.
Ten minutes later, he gnashed his teeth...
Go is all about long-term planning, while the layout of Gobang is too simple compared to Go, and there are only a few fixed patterns to play with.
Mu Qingyang saw through Zeng Wenjie's idea at a glance. He could easily kill him or set a trap for him and let him fall into it.
Zeng Wenjie seemed to be rushing around recklessly in two games, and Mu Qingyang seemed to be busy chasing and intercepting him.
In the end, he formed a "double three", and it seemed that victory was certain. However, the white chess pieces that Mu Qingyang was chasing and blocking quietly formed a "four three".
"Aren't we going to play Gobang?" Mu Qingyang looked at the chess player opposite him in confusion, with a silly expression on his face.
"Did you do that on purpose?"
"No!" She denied it immediately, and then looked serious.
Zeng Wenjie was sure that she had made that expression on purpose!
Mu Qingyang asked, "Are you still going to play Go?"
Zeng Wenjie took a deep breath and said, "Next, let's guess the first move. I can't always let you suffer with your white pieces, making it seem like I'm winning unfairly!"
Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "Okay!"
Zeng Wenjie clenched his fist and placed it across the chessboard, saying, "Guess!"
"one."
As soon as Zeng Wenjie let go, no chess piece fell out, but a Q version mentor figure of "The Voice of China".
Mu Qingyang was stunned and exclaimed: "Ah, what is this?!"
She hurriedly snatched it up. It was a figurine of Mr. Liu wearing a hat and smiling adorably. It looked like Maitreya Buddha in modern clothes...
"It's a matching action figure!" Zeng Wenjie said proudly.
Mu Qingyang said: "Didn't you say there were no more?"
Zeng Wenjie said, "Just now, a mysterious voice told me that I would win the next game, so it gave me a figurine."
After saying this, he made his move directly at Tianyuan.
Mu Qingyang also made a move.
Then Zeng Wenjie won. He raised his arms and cheered, "I can beat you!"
Mu Qingyang took a sip of tea and pouted slightly.
"Guess first."
"pair!"
Another figurine landed on the chessboard. It was the Q version of Na Jie who contributed to the emoticon package with her hands on her head.
Mu Qingyang reached out and put the money into her pocket. After Zeng Wenjie made his move, she followed suit.
After more than thirty moves, Zeng Wenjie won with great difficulty.
"Guess first!"
"one!"
Another figurine.
But this time Zeng Wenjie was slaughtered.
He looked at Mu Qingyang in confusion.
Mu Qingyang couldn't help but cover his mouth and laughed, saying: "The seven dragon balls have been collected!"
She has already got the four Q-version mentor figures, so of course she won’t let the despicable Zeng Wenjie off.
"How can it be repaired!" Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but clench his fists.
"Da-me!" Mu Qingyang crossed his hands and made an "X".
She and Zeng Wenjie often watched "Dragon Ball Z" together, and she was familiar with some common Japanese words and could use them fluently.
"Kamehameha!" Mu Qingyang gathered his hands together and released the Kamehameha.
Zeng Wenjie lay down on the sofa, and then she couldn't help laughing: "Zeng Wenjie is childish!"
Zeng Wenjie sat up straight, coughed, and said, "I'm not going to mess with you any more. Let's play a serious game and bet something!"
"What's the bet?"
"If I win, you'll let me kiss you."
"Ah..." Mu Qingyang was stunned, his head tilted, "Do we still need to gamble?"
"Also let me see if the sprained foot on your foot has healed!" Zeng Wenjie said righteously.
It's been a long time since that sprain...
"What if I win?" Mu Qingyang couldn't help but retract his feet, put them tightly together, and asked.
"If you win, you will never get my action figure," Zeng Wenjie said.
“???” Mu Qingyang felt it was so unfair.
Xiao Mu is wearing white silk today, hehe, white silk, hehe... Well, the foot injury has nothing to do with the white silk.
Mu Qingyang lost.
The lights of 208 suddenly went out.
It took about ten minutes for the light to come on.
Mu Qingyang was panting, seemingly exhausted, and stammered, "Where's the... figurine?!"
At this moment, she was sitting face to face with Zeng Wenjie on his legs, her shoes were taken off under the sofa, and the stockings on her feet were wrinkled.
Zeng Wenjie said he forgot whether it was his left foot or his right foot that was sprained, and Mu Qingyang himself also forgot.
So, I checked both sides.
Zeng Wenjie got his fill of being a prison warden.
"Oh...it's not made yet! I'll give it to you when it's made." Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.
"You lied to me!" Mu Qingyang pouted unhappily.
Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but sucked hard on her upturned lips again and said, "I'm right here in person, what do you want a figurine for?"
Mu Qingyang said: "Then... give it to me when you finish it!"
"Of course, since I beat you so badly at Gobang, I have to give you a consolation prize!"
Mu Qingyang couldn't help but knock him lightly on the head twice, then realized that this posture was too ambiguous, and hurriedly turned over and put on his little boots.
(End of this chapter)
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