Fu Yichen escorted Song Baoxuan out of the crowd and stayed away from the crowd, Song Baoxuan immediately distanced herself from Fu Yichen.

She's not used to being too close to other people, and she always feels weird.

The breath that Fu Yichen exhaled just now hit her hair.

Fu Yichen saw that Song Baoxuan couldn't wait to stay away from him, and he felt uncomfortable.

Song Baoxuan said with a smile and Fu Yichen.

"There were really too many people just now, thank you!"

"Well, let's change places then."

"Yes."

Fu Yichen drove and Song Baoxuan continued to walk around, and it didn't take long for Song Baoxuan to stop Fu Yichen.

"Fu Yichen park, let's make money."

Fu Yichen asked suspiciously.

"How do you make money?"

Song Baoxuan pointed to a person sitting not far away, with chess in front of him and a piece of paper written next to him.

Fifty dollars are awarded to someone who can win on Red, and fifty dollars if they lose.

That person sits on the black side, while the red player asks the rest of the players to play.

There were more than a dozen people around, fifty bucks, who were studying the game and thinking about how to make Red win.

As soon as Song Baoxuan and Fu Yichen came over, one of the people in the crowd said loudly.

"I'll try."

The stall owner said with a smile.

"Okay, fifty dollars at a time, if you lose or draw, then the money will be given."

The man said confidently.

"No problem."

When Song Baoxuan and Fu Yichen arrived, the others looked at them a few times, mainly because they were good-looking.

But soon his eyes moved to the chess game, where the stall owner had been setting up for several days, and many people came to challenge, but they all took fifty yuan out of their pockets.

They can't win at all if they either lose or draw.

Fu Yichen watched Song Baoxuan staring at the two people playing chess with relish, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Isn't it just a game of chess? Is it so pretty?

He spoke flatly.

"Is it pretty?"

Song Baoxuan nodded without replying.

"It's pretty good, which side do you think will win?"

"What do you think?"

"What about you, I guessed it, how about I invite you to have a supper?"

Fu Yichen was not interested in supper, but he was very interested in inviting people for supper, so he nodded and said.

"Good. Black wins! ”

Before Song Baoxuan could speak, the person who played chess with the stall owner was unhappy.

He turned his head to look at Fu Yichen and said.

"Hey, you don't understand anything, what nonsense is talking here, it's really unlucky!"

"You've shown me a good idea to see who wins in the end."

Fu Yichen didn't care about the man's words, and the current game seemed to have some advantage on the red side, but within a few moves, black would turn the disadvantage into an advantage and win.

The stall owner glanced at Fu Yichen more, he didn't think that Fu Yichen could see through the mystery, but he just thought he guessed quite accurately.

Fu Yichen kept staring at Song Baoxuan, and Song Baoxuan spoke.

"Okay, I'll have a supper tonight."

The person who was playing chess with the stall owner gritted his teeth, feeling that Fu Yichen and Song Baoxuan were blind.

However, after taking two moves, he found himself in a stalemate, and no matter which piece he played, he would definitely die.

His forehead was a little sweaty, and the stall owner on the other side smiled, and another fifty yuan was going to be credited to the account.

The stall owner saw that the man was reluctant to make the next move, so he urged.

"It's your turn."

"Wait a minute, I'll think about it first."

"Okay."

That person thought for ten minutes and didn't think of what to do next, and Song Baoxuan was waiting next to him and was a little anxious.

Bound to die, no matter how this person goes, he will lose.

Fu Yichen looked at Song Baoxuan and said.

"Let's go, they look like they're going to be going to be a long time away."

"Wait a minute."

"Okay, sit in my shoes when you're tired."

Saying that, Fu Yichen walked his feet forward a little, and Song Baoxuan looked down at his shoes and said.

"No, I'm not tired."

Song Baoxuan felt very strange when she thought of the picture of herself sitting on Fu Yichen's shoes.

"Then when you're tired, tell me that my shoes can be given to you..."

Before Fu Yichen's words were finished, Song Baoxuan hurriedly interrupted, and then said firmly.

"No, I'm not going to get tired."

"Hmm."

Fu Yichen looked at his shoes, did Song Baoxuan dislike his shoes?

I refused without even thinking about it.