Male God, a Little Su

At the beginning, the child seemed to have no rules, but every time he went to the back, it could force him to be in a dilemma.

He racked his brains, and gradually lost the idea of ​​playing around, but put his whole body into it.

Think hard.

Su Yan glanced at him and hooked her lips casually.

How dare you say that your chess skills are superb?

If that dog man can't even get this scumbag, then there is no need for this dog man.

Her Su Rou's man can't be trash.

In the first game, Song Chao long persisted until the end, only for half an hour.

Of course, this also caused him to underestimate the enemy at the beginning, which led to being surrounded by Su Yan in groups.

"Sure enough!"

The frustration of failure fermented in the bottom of my heart, but it lifted Song Chaojiu's spirit.

He stroked his palms and laughed, his eyes full of admiration.

"I thought you were trolling me, but I didn't expect it to be true. Who are you a chess master? It seems to have no rules and no one can find it. But every time, when others don't notice it, Eat the opponent's pieces to the death. I have never seen this way of playing chess, I have never heard of it."

Su Yan hooked her lips, "Amazing, my mother taught—"

"Great! Come again!"

Song Chaojiu was aroused by Su Yan's desire to win and directly sorted the pieces.

"This time you come first, and I will let you two sons too."

Su Yan propped her chin and yawned with her eyes down.

Song Chaojiu was not polite to her this time, and if he met an opponent, he naturally wouldn't let her because the opponent was a woman.

On the chess field, the two are just opponents.

It's a pity that this time, even if Song Chaojiu used all his strength and sweat dripped from his forehead, he only lasted for a little over a quarter of an hour. Surrounded by Su Yan's Bai Zi, all the game was lost!

"Come again—"

"It's not coming, it's boring."

Su Yan raised her hand and waved, disrupting the chessboard.

"I'm hungry, and I'm not in the mood to play this with you here. It's said that you're not my opponent. I'll do it ten times, and the result is still the same."

"you--"

Song Chaojiu's face sank due to her mocking tone, and he was depressed.

It's a pity that Su Yan didn't bother to look at his cold face at all, so she stood up and walked towards the outer room.

"You don't play the prince's spectrum with me. I'm not here to see your cold face towards me. If you think that I won't make you lose face, you can say it directly, the big deal is next time I let you be ."

let him?

Spreading it out doesn't make people laugh out loud?

Song Chaojiu sat on the spot and looked at the messed up chessboard. He let out a sigh of turbidity and adjusted the chessboard, and then his mentality was adjusted.

He followed Su Yan's footsteps and walked out, Su Yan had already sat down at the table.

He poured a glass of wine and had a drink on his own. Seeing this, he lightened his pace a lot. He walked over and bent over and asked softly, "Are you angry? ."

"Just playing chess, why do you have to decide the winner? How many princes and generals are still stinky chess baskets, does this affect their status?"

This remark made Song Chaojiu feel extremely comfortable.

He nodded and sat down beside Su Yan.

"Yes, you are right."

He diligently poured wine and vegetables for Su Yan, and drank a lot himself.

The wine was delivered one by one, and Song Chao had not had such an experience for a long time. In fact, after the embarrassment just now, it was more hearty.

Although he lost, he did his best in the process.

That feeling, in retrospect, is still a bit addicting.

So he asked, "Aro, when will we—"

He was stunned when he looked up.