Chapter 330: 2 Endings

If someone said that one day in the future, the name of a Han countryman would blow up China's comic forums, many people would probably find it incredible.

but……

Park Young Tae did it.

Although the reason is not too glorious, it is just because he lost to Zhen Xi, and "Soul of Chess" is also publishing the Beidou Cup, which gives readers a full sense of substitution.

"Really? I actually won!"

"It doesn't matter, blow hard today."

"Do you think the ending of "Soul of Chess" will be the same as today? If Xiaoguang can beat Gao Yongxia, it will be perfect!"

"It doesn't matter, I've decided, sit in front of the TV tomorrow and cheer for Zhen Xi!"

"Report, the goal has been achieved, calm down tomorrow and watch the game."

"Mr. Shen, Zhen Xi has already won, it's up to you what Xiaoguang will do!"

...

The forum's replies were filled with some excited and playful messages, and some people even began to change their attitude towards Go.

If "Soul of Chess" only made these comic lovers interested in Go, then Zhen Xi's victory over Park Yong-tae made them start to accept this sport in a real sense.

Whether they play games or participate in certain sports, many people have expectations for the strongest group of people in the field.

Correspondingly, the forums of Han country were full of mourning.

"How is it possible? Last year Park Yong-tae was able to beat Zhen Xi 3-0, how could he lose this year?"

"No, didn't you find out? Park Yongtai has a chance to win."

"It's only half an eye away. It must be a wrong step to lose the game."

"But the usual Park Yong-tae can't make a wrong move."

"I think it's just too careless, otherwise we can't explain Park Yong-tae's mistakes."

"There is still a chance, as long as we can get back a win tomorrow, we can win the game."

"I hope that Park Yong-tae will adjust his mentality and not be affected by today's defeat."

...

"Yongtai, have you seen the comments about you on the Internet?" Li Zehao closed his notebook and turned to look at Park Yongtai.

"I didn't watch it. It's just a group of 1osers. Reading their comments will only make me laugh." Park Yongtai shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly.

"That's what I said, but we still have to consider the feelings of domestic chess fans. If we lose tomorrow's game, the chess academy and the dean will be under great pressure." Another Han country chess player said.

"What do you mean? You mean, I will lose?" Pu Yongtai said in a deep voice.

"I also hate Zhenxi, but Yongtai, whether you admit it or not, you are already at a disadvantage. You must face up to your current situation." Li Zehao reminded.

"No." Pu Yongtai shook his head, the corner of his mouth raised, "There is only one winner tomorrow, and that is me."

Once he loses the game, let alone the censure of the chess fans, there will definitely be good people who will find out his Twitter and what he said.

If he wins the game, those words will appear confident, but if he loses, it will make people think that he is too arrogant.

He is full of pride, but he doesn't want to associate pride with losing the game.

The next day, the sky was not beautiful, and there were raindrops, pattering.

The road was slippery and walking was inconvenient, but there were still a large number of people who came to Junhao Hotel to watch the second match of the final.

At noon, the audience who arrived early had meals in the restaurant. Shen Xin and Wang Wenhong each ordered a meal and then sat against the wall.

Shang Haozhi walked over with his own tray and sat between the two of them.

Shen Xin glanced at Shang Haozhi's tray, on which was a plate of Caesar salad.

"Mr. Shang, would you like this for lunch?" Wang Wenhong asked.

"Yeah. Nervous, no appetite." Shang Haozhi nodded.

"I said, Mr. Shang, it's not your competition, why are you nervous?" Shen Xin asked puzzled.

"Tsk!" Shang Haozhi looked at Shen Xin dissatisfied, "Aren't I still worried about you and "Soul of Chess"? If Zhen Xi wins, "Soul of Chess" can take advantage of this craze and become a big hit.

By the way, have you finished drawing the next few chapters? "

"No, didn't they all be given to you? The original manuscript... It depends on whether Zhen Xi can beat Pu Yongtai today. By the way, Mr. Shang, two, which one do you prefer?"

"For me... the one who loses the game is not reconciled, but the rhythm is better. The advantage of the winning episode is that it makes people feel comfortable, but the structure of the arrangement feels a bit blunt. For example, in the last round, the little Guang lost to the lieutenant general of the 11th district, but in the match against Han Guo, he won against the strongest Gao Yongxia, which makes people puzzled."

"The reason has already been said before. Didn't Kurahata tell Gao Yongxia after the first day's game? Although 'today's him' didn't notice the reversal move, 'tomorrow's him' will definitely be able to do it! This indicates that Xiaoguang is making progress. What's more, there is also a foreshadowing in the future. The reason why Xiaoguang has made such rapid progress is precisely because of the existence of Gao Yongxia, and he wants to defeat Gao Yongxia." Wang Wenhong explained.

"You're talking about the reason, and the readers know it, but how do you let the readers clearly feel Xiaoguang's progress, instead of relying on other people's mouths?"

Wang Wenhong was speechless, but what Shang Haozhi said was also reasonable.

Since it is a comic, it should be expressed more intuitively with pictures instead of borrowing words.

What will Shen Xin do?

Wang Wenhong looked at Shen Xin curiously, but saw him rubbing his chin, lost in thought.

At this time, the waiter in the restaurant brought lunch for two people.

Wang Wenhong took the pasta, sprinkled it with cheese, and glanced at Shen Xin again, "How about, after the game is over, let's think together, shall we eat first?"

"You say..." Shen Xin waved her hand, and said with great interest, "How about 'God's Hand'? If you want to make Xiaoguang's progress concrete, 'God's Hand' should be very suitable, right?"

Shang Haozhi's eyes lit up, he stroked his beard, and pondered for a moment, "That's right, if you use the 'God's Hand' as a transition, the plot will be much smoother. By the way, Zuo Wei hasn't disappeared, has he?"

"ah?"

Shen Xin was taken aback for a moment, Wang Wenhong had just raised the fork, then stopped again, first glanced at Shang Haozhi, saw his eyes twinkling at Shen Xin, then shifted his gaze to Shen Xin again.

"Did you see it?" Shen Xin looked at Shang Haozhi in surprise.

"It shouldn't be difficult to guess, right? The words on the last page, 'Can you hear me? Can you hear my voice', I thought about the characters in "Soul of Chess", and only Zuo Wei was the most suitable. Has Zuo Wei not disappeared?" Shang Haozhi said seriously.

Some readers of "Soul of Chess" on the earth stopped reading "Soul of Chess" when they saw Zuo Wei disappear, and the animation ended before the Beidou Cup started.

People who only watched this part of the animation did not see this sentence.

"He? Who knows? Maybe it disappeared, or maybe it didn't... An open ending is actually not bad, right?"

Shen Xin narrowed her eyes, picked up the spoon, and scooped up a spoonful of rice.

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