1630 public humiliation, dont a.s.sociate with trash (2)

at the end, they would give him a summary.

for example, during wei thirty-eights compet.i.tion, it concluded with one sentence: [ the style of chess is ever-changing. its just that hes complacent in the later stages and easily underestimates his opponents, leading to a series of defeats. ]

everyone laughed.

!!

it was so scary that a man from the northeast was so anxious that his face turned red.

im not, im not! wei thirty-eight tried his best to defend himself.

however, the artificial intelligence had actually thrown out dozens of game a.n.a.lysis charts, slapping him in the face.

wei thirty-eight tilted his head and looked at chen w.a.n.g, who was sitting in the waiting area. brother, i want to withdraw from the compet.i.tion!

did this artificial intelligence set some kind of black-bellied attribute? it was too much of a bully.

all of the previous matches had ended in failure. this ai had gathered all the go information that could be found in ancient and modern times, so it would not be embarra.s.sing to lose.

chen w.a.n.g was naturally the last to go on stage, while xiao naiwen was in front of him. when he went on stage, there were many cheers from the audience because he had won against chen w.a.n.g in the warm-up match.

fu huan was taking pictures with her phone, but when she saw that he was doing it often, she put down her phone silently.

she was worried that her phone would be infected if she took a picture of such a shameless person.

whats wrong? song fengwan, who was sitting beside her, could sense her abnormality.

mom, you used to say that some peoples physiognomy comes from their heart. what do you think of his appearance fu huan rested his chin on one hand, obviously uninterested in the game.

song fengwans underling wasnt tall. his most prominent features were a pair of small eyes, a garlic-shaped nose, and a receding hairline. the official information showed that he wasnt even thirty yet, but he looked like he was in his forties

s.h.i.+fty-eyed, he doesnt look like a good person. fu huan snorted.

you know him? do you have a grudge against him? song fengwan had taught her since she was young that there was no need to gossip behind peoples backs. it was fine if she praised her, but she would especially say things that belittled her. that was why fu huan rarely showed her loathing on her face.

no, i just dont like the look of him. fu huan rubbed her knees. the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

previously, because the light on stage was too strong, it was almost impossible to see the audience clearly. at this time, xiao naiwen was in the middle of the stage. he was facing the expert judges seats, and beside these people were the vip seats.

after all, it was a show and xiao naiwen hadnt been out for a long time. some experts asked him what he had been doing recently and why he had come to partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion

these were all pre-planned.

actually, ive been studying go all these years. i heard that theres an opportunity to challenge the ai here and ive always wanted to give it a try. he walked according to the script he had prepared, but he glanced at the vip seats from the corner of his eye.

there were a few big shots in the go world who made him ecstatic.

chen w.a.n.g was a proud man. if he lost face in front of these people, it would be a fatal blow to him. for someone who had never been defeated in public, this was his first defeat!

one could imagine the blow.

however, he glanced to the side and saw duan linbai and a few people he didnt know. he glanced over and saw fu huan, and his face immediately turned pale.

at this time, lin bai actually handed the food in his hands to fu huan, turned his head and said something, that feeling

they were obviously very familiar with each other!

his mind was a little empty and his mind was racing. the duans event this time was displaying all high-tech products and security was very tight. ordinary people really could not get into the backstage area. however, at that time, his mind was full of ways to provoke chen w.a.n.g, so he did not have the time to think so much.

how could someone who was so familiar with duan linbai be an ordinary person?

his body trembled. his abdomen, which had been hit by chen w.a.n.g earlier, began to convulse and ache again.

mr. xiao? the emcee reminded him, but he suddenly stopped halfway. xiao

the emcee raised his voice a little. xiao naiwen was probably frightened as his fingers trembled and the microphone fell to the ground with a bang bang bang sound. the piercing sound of electricity made everyone frown slightly.

xiao naiwen hurriedly picked up the microphone, im sorry, i was too nervous.

haha, its fine. i know you havent appeared in public for a long time. maybe there are too many machines, so its easy to get nervous. the emcee helped to smooth things over. do you need to get ready? if you dont think theres a problem, well get into position.

no, im ready. xiao naiwen tried his best to avoid looking at fu huan.

his mind was filled with thoughts of who this person was. he felt that the person beside fu huan looked familiar, but his mind was in a mess and he couldnt remember where he had seen her before.

he had originally thought that this compet.i.tion could be considered a small cooperation with the duan family, and there might be many opportunities for cooperation in the future. their family was rich, so if they clung tightly to their thigh, would they be afraid of not having meat to eat?