"I ...... I lost ......" Yan Dang said in a low voice, only to see him stand up suddenly, and walked downstairs without looking back, and then Miheko stood up and bowed deeply in the direction Yan Dang left, and then said: "Thank you for the advice, it seems that Chinese's chess skills are like this." ”

She obviously aggravated the latter sentence, and the students of the Yan's Chess Club all lowered their heads, but they didn't expect that this pair of masters and apprentices who came from across the ocean would crush the god-like people they worshiped like a grasshopper, and many people secretly decided not to pay the tuition fees for the next semester of the chess club.

As the chess match ended, many reporters flocked to Junichiro Aoki and Miaiko.

"Hello, Mr. Aoki, how do you feel about winning this game?" said Wang Kai, a sports reporter, as he held up the microphone to Junichiro Aoki.

"Very disappointed, very disappointed!" said Junichiro Aoki.

"Why?" Wang Kai said puzzled.

"I thought there would be a close contest, but I didn't expect this guy to be so vulnerable, and the words 'deception and fame' are not too much to use on them. Junichiro Aoki said, as soon as these words came out, the four were shocked, but they didn't expect this polite-looking old man to speak so mercilessly.

"Then do you think the chess skills of the two masters, Yan Guo and Yan Kang, and their father Yan Lao?" asked Wang Wen, a reporter from the Literature and Art Marginal Station.

"Please don't call the two of them by the word master, the two of them are really not worth mentioning compared to their fathers, these two guys have only learned the surface, and the characteristics of the real Yan Zhengqing have not been learned at all, it really disappoints me, to be honest, I am in a very bad mood now. Junichiro Aoki said.

"Miheko-sama, this is the first year you've been out with Aoki-sensei, right?" asked Remei, a reporter for Sports Weekly, holding the microphone.

"Yes?" Miheko said.

"You speak Chinese very well, did you learn it early?" asked Limei.

"That's right, I've been learning chess from my teacher since I was a child, and I'm also learning Chinese. Miheko said.

"This is the first time to come to China, how do you feel?" asked Huang Hai, a reporter for the Tea Chess Friends column.

"It's okay, actually, it's still a little unsuitable for the air in China, and the smog here is really a bit bad. Miheko said.

"I didn't expect you to win our domestic chess master Yan Kang, your chess skills are really amazing. ”

"Haha, in general, it's far worse than my master. Miheko said.

If Yan dared to hear this, he would probably have to jump off the building.

"I don't know if you have heard of our former Chinese chess mythological figures, Mr. Yan Zhengqing?" At this time, Lan Zhuju, a reporter from the magazine, wanted to save some face, so he asked this question.

"I've heard of it, and I've heard that he has won against my teacher before, but this was twenty years ago, in the past twenty years, our teacher's chess skills have improved very quickly, I think if they play against each other again, my teacher has a ninety percent chance of winning, I have studied his chess strategy hundreds of times, I think maybe I can win him." Miheko said, and as soon as these words came out, she once again shocked all the reporters around her.

"Miheko!" Junichiro Aoki glared at Miheko.

"Right...... I'm sorry teacher, I lost my words. Miheko said with a salute to Junichiro Aoki.

The reporters below are desperately taking notes, and many of them have already written news topics to cover in the evening, such as:

Chinese chess is rising in Japan, Japanese teenagers are picking out Chinese chess masters, where should chess go in the future, losing 52 games in a row, Chinese chess needs geniuses, and so on.

When Mi Zihui and the others came out of the chess room, the sun was already setting in the west, and the weather was not so hot.

"Alas, those two Japanese seem to be polite, but in fact, what they say pokes at our sore spots. Mi Zihui said.

"Yes, I didn't expect the two of them to be so powerful, I thought we could win?" He Yitong also said in disappointment.

"Well, there's no need to be so sad, you're not playing chess. Cui Maixiang said with a smile.

"But Mai Xiang, do you feel good about losing to Japan?" He Yitong asked.

"Of course it's uncomfortable, but let me tell you, those two surnamed Yan are not top masters, the two of them are just stained with his father's light. Cui Maixiang said with a smile.

"Then where are the top masters you are talking about?" Mi Zihui asked.

"Right here in this city, haha, don't worry, those two guys won't be chattering for long?" Cui Maixiang smiled.

"Are you sure?" He Yitong looked at Cui Maixiang in disbelief.

"Okay, let's go shopping, don't think about it, my son Hui should go to training later." Cui Maixiang pushed their backs and said.

"yes, I've almost forgotten about it, let's go for a walk, I'll have to go back in another hour." Mi Zihui looked at her watch and said.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go......" He Yitong said.

The three of them hurried towards the small commodity pedestrian street.

In the evening, major newspapers published the news of China's fiasco in the Sino-Japanese chess PK tournament, which caused a strong reaction from netizens from all walks of life, some scolded Yan Guo and Yan Kang, some scolded Junichiro Aoki, and some scolded the current persecution of exam-oriented education, tens of thousands of messages, dirty words, and almost no good words.

In the storage room of a certain hotel, a teenager who works part-time is looking at his mobile phone, only to see him sitting on the box of beer bottles, looking at the comments on the Internet, he can't help but smile bitterly and shake his head, he thought he could stay out of it, but it seems that he can't do it now.

"Aji, the new beer has arrived, hurry out and move the goods!" shouted the hotel steward outside the door.

"Oh, right away!" the boy put his phone in his pocket, then opened the door and walked out.