Three rounds over.

Ye Mochen lost everything, sweating profusely, panting from exhaustion, and the last one fell. It felt like going to the battlefield and fighting a battle and losing three times in a row.

"Mr. Le, today I am willing to bow down and lose convincingly."

Lebeicheng was light on the surface, and he deliberately showed his hand in front of his father-in-law today. Just want to brush up on the sense of existence, and there is no harm in it.

Zhao Fuming smiled, happier than he had won the chess game, holding a folding fan in his hand, and said while fanning the wind: "Today's chess game is enjoyable, I haven't been so happy for a long time."

You stinky boy, you don't usually show real skills when you play chess with me. It's purely to play with me, alas, I think back then, I taught you chess skills! ”

Ye Mochen just wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief:

"What do you know, old man? You're so old, I won't let you do some.

Isn't it just to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors? If you still talk about me, then I will never play chess with you again. ”

Zhao Fuming was so angry that he couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only drink tea to relieve his anger.

Through three chess games, Le Beicheng has some understanding of Ye Mochen, is thoughtful, and is a good opponent.

He probably didn't think he was going to lose, and after the first game, he was a little panicked.

In the third game, the sharpness on his body disappeared. I began to panic in my heart, probably because I was afraid of losing!

If he really competes, he can't win three games.

If Ye Mochen knew that Le Beicheng thought so in his heart, he would definitely be angry and vomit blood.

Playing chess with this demon, he is in a hurry. Usually calm and let the dog eat. To whom does his affliction speak?

Zhao Weihai walked in from the outside, looked at the people in the room, walked to the old man's side and said.

"Dad, why didn't you play chess today?"

Zhao Fuming put down the teacup in his hand: "I gave up the position to Beicheng, so I only played three games today, but I won two games!" ”

"Ahh Is it? Zhao Weihai looked at Ye Mochen with suspicion: "Is what my father said true?" ”

Ye Mochen smiled awkwardly, he really lost too badly today. It has never been so miserable, and it is estimated that it will not be a game of chess in the short term.

The psychological shadow area is huge!

Zhao Weihai received an affirmative reply, and laughed non-stop, the old man actually won, it was really the sun that came out in the west.

He doesn't know how to play chess, and in his opinion, it is better to learn a little more pharmacology when he has that time.

Therefore, the old man usually plays chess, and his opponents are basically Ye Mochen, and he rarely plays with others.

Every time the old man loses chess, he will be angry with him, more or less, and he has a little resentment in his heart.

Ye Mochen snorted coldly: "I drank too much wine at noon today, and we will set up another game in the evening."

I don't believe it, I'm going to keep losing! ”

After saying this, he regretted it in his heart, why did he write a war book again!

The son-in-law of the stinky old man is simply a rare demon, as if he didn't play the first chess piece. He decided on his own route to chess.

Before Le Beicheng could speak, Zhao Fuming directly waved his hand: "Okay, let's continue to play chess tonight." But the opponent is my son-in-law, you stinky boy, don't regret it! ”

Lebei City: "......"

Zhao Weihai: "......"

Ye Mochen: "......"

Who is he provoking whom? Why are you cheap?

Zhao Weihai: "Beicheng, you won a few games just now!" ”

"Best-of-three games, I won three games outright." Le Beicheng said as he sorted out the chess pieces.