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Inside the classroom, the match was nearing its end.

He was fully immersed in the game, drawn by the overall view of the game. It was as if the other side had the advantage in everything, surrounding you in every possible way, while the other side was unaware that he had inadvertently completed the overall strategy. A larger circle had already been formed, and with a gentle toss, the situation immediately changed.

That kind of thrilling feeling, that feeling of contentment, the feeling of being able to take over a city and attack a place without even realizing it, it could really be said that they had forcefully taken it all away with laughter.

Xiluo, her eyes filled with purple passion, dimmed down, took out two white pieces and placed them on the table, then stood up. This was the rule of admitting defeat.

If he wanted to play Go, he would have to choose one. Even if he was an expert of the same level, it would be almost impossible.

Mu Mu stood up and smiled. Xi Luo was a little stunned, because as her gaze moved, a faint mist of twilight appeared between her eyebrows. It was very beautiful! There was not a trace of impurity in that smile.

"How can you be so sure? Aren't you afraid of losing? Do you believe in fair play? "

Xi Luo asked softly. Just now, those four men were openly competing. Although it was a game of chess, everyone knew who would win and who would lose.

"In a chess game, we are all the masters of ourselves. It is very fair for us to be either defeated, defeated, or victorious."

"Then do you believe in fate? "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Chess is fair, but what about the fate of life? What about the fate of love?

"Actually, chess is purer and cleaner than life. In this moment here, we are the end. "

"What can you tell me?"

Xiluo, I really do not know, for the Go itself is only inferior to Shulo.

"I remember that the master who taught me Go once said that a poet knows everything. It should be like flying in the snow and stepping in the mud. There were finger claws left on the mud, Hong Fei was trying to trick you. "

The teacher surnamed Nie was an internationally renowned expert of the 9th Department.

"What do you mean?"

As for the ancient Chinese poems, Hiro had occasionally come to know them under Shu Luo's tutelage, but the general idea had to be pointed out in depth.

Mu Mu Mu looked out the window at the clear blue sky. A few white pigeons were flying across the pure white clouds. The sky seemed high and distant, vast and boundless.

"At the time, I didn't quite understand either. I think the gist of it is that the player's will should be like a flying hoon. He will not miss the claw he left in the mud. His only pleasure is to be free. "Flying from a place of freedom …"

"Be as free as a bird. Flying from a place of freedom? If that is the happiness of a bird, then I think that if I can be by the side of the person I like in this life, it is the happiest and most willing thing I can do. "

Maybe she knows a little about the poem.