Who knows, after twenty hands, he suddenly found that his sunspot had been divided into several pieces.

    The head and tail cannot be connected, and the situation is in jeopardy. In this case, anyone who knows a little about the rules of go can kill Huo Jiaming.

    "You lost." Huo Bufan said quietly.

    "I..."

    Huo Jiaming holds the sunspot and blushes like a monkey''s ass. He wanted to say that he didn''t lose, but the fact was in front of him. He lost so much with only 20 or 30 hands, and then it would be worse.

    Yesterday, he was so unconvinced that he wanted to see the real chapter on the chessboard with others. As a result, he was defeated by dividing three by five. Huo Jiaming felt uncomfortable.

    "You are too dry, affecting the mentality, otherwise you won''t lose so fast." Huo Bufan made a simple comment, then brought two cups of tea from the top of the tea plate, handed one of them to Huo Jiaming and said, "drink tea to clear your heart."

    Zhao Yongan smiled and said, "you''re playing chess. It''s over before I see it."

    Huo Jiaming accepted the tea cup with a ashamed face. There was nothing to defend.

    Huo Tingyuan said with a strange smile: "no wonder people want you to have seven and a half sons. It seems that they already know that your level is too poor."

    Huo Bufan''s criticism and Zhao Yongan''s teasing don''t make Huo Jiaming feel anything. After all, both of them are better at chess than themselves. But what is Huo Tingyuan?

    How dare a ignorant guy laugh at him?

    "You can, you come! Let me see how good you are! " Huo Jiaming stood up angrily and gave way.