Go: The live broadcast queen launched a gorgeous rebellion against the dog

This almost manic clamor suddenly tore apart the silence that had been permeating the air after the final battle.

Lin Ruixin's hostile and urgent roar caused a huge stir!

The staff stood frozen in place, at a loss. Even Liu Shixian, sitting calmly in front of the chessboard, couldn't help but frown.

This is hardly the posture of a victor; it's clearly the posture of a madman completely controlled by twisted obsessions!
He took a deep breath, met Lin Ruixin's eyes burning with an eerie flame, and advised in a calm voice:

"Congratulations to Lin 9-dan on winning another world championship after many years!"
"This is a very commendable achievement, no matter what, let's at least celebrate it..."

However, before Liu Shixian could finish speaking, he was met with even more furious words from Lin Ruixin!

"...Celebrate my ass!"
"I don't even need to think about it, that little chess idiot is probably still practicing right now—how can I possibly celebrate!"

Lin Ruixin turned to look at him, her face contorted with impatience:
"I... I can beat you, there's no reason I can't beat her!"
Where is she?!
"I'm going to find her right now! To get revenge!!!"

With Lin Ruixin's hysterical roar, the chess room instantly descended into chaos!
The staff member instinctively took a step back, his face filled with astonishment and bewilderment. The South Korean Baduk Association official who was about to step forward to congratulate him also froze in place, looking at each other in disbelief.

Only the official photographers, who had just returned to the scene to take pictures, were frantically capturing footage, seemingly afraid of missing any key moments that could ignite public opinion!

...He's completely obsessed!

Looking at the crazy scene before him, Liu Shixian couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly, his eyes filled with regret for his former rival who had fallen into such a state.

This is no longer a chess player...

This is a monster utterly twisted by hatred!

Just as Liu Shixian was pondering whether he should persuade Rui Zhao to directly reject this madman who might do something drastic during the special challenge, the door to the chess room was suddenly pushed open...

It's Lin Ruixin's agent, Mo Wei!

His face showed obvious anxiety and worry, and his forehead was covered in sweat. It was clear that he had rushed over after seeing the situation getting out of control during the live broadcast.

Seeing Lin Ruixin still hysterically roaring like a trapped beast, he rushed forward without hesitation and tightly hugged the other's violently struggling body!
"...Ruixin! Ruixin!"

"Calm down, calm down first..."

Mo Wei's voice was urgent and anxious, with an almost pleading tone, but Lin Ruixin's struggle became even more intense!
Like an enraged lion, he twisted his body violently, trying to break free from Mo Wei's restraints!

"...Let me go!"
"I'm going to find her right now!! I'm going to teach that little chess idiot a lesson!!!"

Lin Ruixin's voice was hoarse with anger. Mo Wei held Lin Ruixin tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much she struggled. At the same time, with all his might, he threw out a seemingly common-sense piece of information…

"...Ruixin! Listen to me!"

Mo Wei's voice trembled slightly with excitement:
"This is your eighth world title! The eighth world title you've always longed for!"
"You're already the Chinese player with the most world championship titles!!!"

...

...

...Huh? Brother Mo...

What did you just say?!

In a state of confusion and bewilderment, Lin Ruixin felt as if he heard some extremely distant yet incredibly familiar words.

Those words once occupied every corner of his soul, carrying his most fervent desires!
In that brief instant, the sound seemed to travel through a thick fog, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, only stirring up a barely perceptible ripple!

...Wait, what am I thinking!
No matter what he said, I can't... I can't let anything else distract me!

I must get my revenge... revenge!!!
Lin Ruixin shook his head violently, trying to dispel the faint distraction! The flames of revenge regained their dominance, scorching his reason!

He was slightly taken aback, but he twisted his body again, trying to break free from Mo Wei's armband:
"Let me go! Let me go!!!"

His voice was hoarse and distorted with anger:
"I need to go find it now..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded in his ears!

"Lin Ruixin! Be mindful of your status!"

The voice was like a resounding bell, carrying the unique majesty of a chess master!
Jiao Kai, the head coach of the Chinese national team, followed Mo Wei into the chess room. He was glaring angrily at Lin Ruixin and shouted sternly:

"You are now an eight-time world champion! You are the player with the most world championship titles in Chinese history! There is no one else who has won one!"

"If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it here! Did you hear me?!"

The roar instantly shattered the chaotic noise in the chess room.

The staff, chess academy officials, and even the excited photographer were all frozen in place for a moment.

All eyes were focused on Jiao Kai's face, which was flushed red with anger, and on the newly crowned eight-time champion of China, who also suddenly froze!

Jiao Kai's rebuke was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, leaving the former leader of China standing there dumbfounded.

It was as if a high-speed machine had suddenly been unplugged, standing there stiffly, seemingly trying to digest the earth-shattering information in Jiao Kai's words.

Seeing this, Mo Wei's heart tightened, and he immediately seized this fleeting opportunity. He stopped holding Lin Ruixin tightly and quickly changed his position, supporting Lin Ruixin's swaying body with one hand and gently patting his back with the other, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency and comfort:
"Ruixin! Calm down, calm down! You've already won your eighth world championship!"
"Although I certainly can no longer compete with Rui Zhao for the title of the greatest person in Chinese history, it's enough!"

"Trust me, I'm ready! I can make you popular again, and our good days are yet to come!"

"But you have to get through this yourself first, do you understand?!"

"Brother Mo, wait a minute!"

Lin Ruixin abruptly shook off Mo Wei's arm, and at the same time subconsciously raised both hands and scratched her head vigorously! Her fingers dug deep into her hair roots, as if trying to dig out those chaotic thoughts from her brain!
"No...no!
You mean... the eighth world championship?

He raised his head, his gaze blankly fixed on Mo Wei, his voice like a murmur in a dream:
"……mine?!"

Mo Wei was taken aback by Lin Ruixin's almost amnesiac reaction, clearly finding it hard to describe the other person's complete lack of awareness. However, he still quickly nodded and answered clearly and firmly:
"Yup!"

He pointed to the chessboard, to the battlefield where the champion had just been decided:
"That's right! You just defeated Liu Shixian and won this year's Sanshuang Cup..."

"This is also your eighth world championship title!!!"

mine……

...An eighth world championship?!
Lin Ruixin blinked twice, trying hard to understand what the other person was saying. A series of facts that were once crystal clear but which he had completely forgotten finally surfaced in his mind at this moment.

Yes, yes...

This...this competition is in South Korea...

Liu Shixian... you can only meet him in international competitions...

That means... wait, what?!
After realizing what had happened, he, who had been single-mindedly focused on winning an unlimited championship to challenge Rui Zhao and whose entire being was consumed by his obsession with revenge, suddenly awoke as if from a dream to realize:

The victory he had just won, the match he regarded as a stepping stone on the road to revenge, turned out to be the final step in his eighth individual world championship, which he had been dreaming of and pursuing for eight long years!
This extremely unexpected, even ironic, realization was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the raging flames of revenge burning in his heart! His obsessive desire to immediately settle scores with Rui Zhao was abruptly interrupted by this sudden and enormous shock of reality!
He felt as if he had been forcibly dragged out of a crazy nightmare that had lasted for years. For a moment, he felt a strong sense of dizziness and confusion, as if he had been transported to another world and did not know where he was!
The floodgates of memory were suddenly burst open at this moment!

Back then, when he defeated Liu Shixian and became the youngest seven-time champion in history, Lin Daqi was full of pride. He felt that he had already led Chinese Go to the top of the world and that it was only a matter of time before he surpassed Cui Minghao to become the greatest of all time.

After that, in the early 21 Nongshim Cup, Liu Shixian, the vice-captain, took the stage and won four consecutive victories to clear the table. In the Sanshuang Cup, he lost to Park Minyeol and finished as runner-up. For a long time after that, he did not reach the World Championship final, which made him realize that the road to becoming the greatest of all time may not be as simple as he imagined.

But he still felt that becoming the best chess player in Chinese history was almost a certainty.

What he never expected was that the absolute rule of the young master of the Liu family had just begun.

After that, Liu Shixian became his absolute nightmare in the Nongshim Cup and the World Championship. He lost every time he met him. Coupled with his fluctuating form, he was unable to win any world championships during what should have been the golden age of a Go player.

This also meant that his title of "best chess player in Chinese history" would forever be preceded by "one of." This prevented him from maximizing his commercial value and personal honors, causing him considerable distress and even becoming an obsession at one point.

The disappointment after each failed attempt, the helplessness of watching the title of "best in history" slip away, and the bitterness of being questioned by the media and chess fans all surged into my heart like a tide.

For this last world championship, he had countless ambitions, intending to fight with all his might and achieve a permanent victory, but time and time again he was defeated and failed to succeed!
After that, the title of "Chess Saint" was taken away and Rui Zhao rose to power, which made him even more reckless and give up!
And this eighth championship, which he had once dreamed of, was swept into a corner of his memory and almost completely forgotten.

His former obsession was replaced by deeper resentment and unwillingness after repeated failures and Rui Zhao's sudden emergence, and was eventually completely consumed by the flames of revenge.

But to everyone's surprise, just when he had almost completely forgotten about it, he won his eighth championship in such an unexpected way!
What... what is this?!

Lin Ruixin was suddenly plunged into a deep sense of bewilderment and absurdity! He stood there blankly, staring ahead with empty eyes, as if his soul had left his body.

Even the flames of revenge that were burning fiercely just moments ago seemed to have been instantly drained of fuel.

He felt like a joke. He had searched desperately for eight years, even getting completely lost along the way, only to unexpectedly reach the end when he had completely forgotten his original goal?
This immense irony left him completely disoriented for a moment.

Seeing that Lin Ruixin seemed to have temporarily let go of his obsession and his eyes were no longer so crazy, a faint hope ignited in Mo Wei's heart!

He quickly seized the opportunity, softening his voice further, with a tone of reassurance and guidance:
"Ruixin, it's done! It's done!"

He gently patted Lin Ruixin on the shoulder:

"You're too tired! Take a rest and relax!"
"What to do next...we'll discuss this further..."

But the word "rest" is like a spark thrown into a powder keg!

The words that signified giving up the pursuit instantly reignited the deep-seated hatred Lin Ruixin harbored for Rui Zhao!
"……'rest'?"

"No! I won't rest!!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable resolve:
"Oh right...right right! I've got the challenge qualification!"

"I'm going to settle the score with that little stinky chess player!"

"Where is she?! Where is she?!"

This sudden and dramatic turn of events surprised everyone in the chess room!
They couldn't understand: how could someone who had just fulfilled an eight-year-long dream harbor such an irreconcilable hatred for a younger generation?
"Ruixin!!!"

Seeing Lin Ruixin, who had just ignited a glimmer of hope only to instantly plunge back into the abyss of madness, Mo Wei, knowing he had to stop him, also let out a hysterical roar!

He suddenly stretched out his hands, used all his strength to grab Lin Ruixin's shoulders tightly, and shook him violently, as if trying to shake the other person completely awake from that crazy obsession!
"What kind of score do you still want to settle with Rui Zhao?! You should..."

"Aren't they all still in our own hands?!" (End of Chapter)