Go: Is the portable old man the nine-time champion?

Chapter 402 Meng Huo is a good thing

"Tsk, look at Ethan's condition... he looks like he's lost half his soul."

At the third stage of the World Go Tournament, a technician adjusting his headset lowered his voice and gestured to his partner next to him who was in charge of the camera, his voice barely audible: "You can smell the 'it's all over' vibe about him even from eight feet away."

He pointed to the device in his hand: "My headphones have more battery life than his right now."

"If you were to face five Asian players all by yourself right away, you wouldn't be motivated."

Upon seeing Ethan sitting alone in the corner, the staff around him couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"How many times has Ethan lost to Yi Zheng?"

"It's alright, I think I only lost four or five times in total, but I didn't win once."

"A truly filial son."

"Don't say that. Didn't the ping-pong team next door just have a son who turned the tables yesterday and beat his father in the final?"

"Winning is useless. There are still Kuroki Teruto, Yun Linglei, Jiang Mobai, Li Junhe, and Ethan Ao will also be outlasted."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Ethan sat quietly in the corner, like a forgotten, deflated sandbag.

His signature curly hair was greasy and hung listlessly, and his face appeared bloodless and ashen under the cold white light.

Wearing noise-canceling headphones, there was no music in the headphones, only absolute silence, as if this physical barrier could peel him away from the whole world.

Because he knew he would definitely hear negative comments, he figured it was better not to hear them at all than to suffer even more afterward.

Because he himself wasn't confident he could defeat Yi Zheng, let alone win this match.

Ethan had even started thinking of excuses for the loss in the game.

Although theoretically, everyone is equally responsible for the defeat of both the American and European teams, the expectations placed on the star players are always different.

Ethan has absolutely no ability to withstand pressure, and right now his mind is a complete mess.

Compared to the American team's devastated state, the Asian team is under much less pressure. Everyone is optimistic that Yi Zheng will end the game today, or if he doesn't, the Asian team will definitely win.

However, Yi Zheng keenly noticed something strange. Yun Linglei's gaze towards him was a bit odd, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

So what if I didn't invite you to my private lessons? Is it really necessary to hold a grudge like this? I did give you private lessons before.

"I have to go to the headquarters of Kinoko tomorrow."

Yi Zheng thought about tomorrow's schedule. The final stage of the World Go Tournament was to be held in Shenzhen, China, a place that Muyehu's headquarters had also hosted once.

This place is known as China's design capital, maker capital, and sky city. There's even a saying that there are no locals in Shenzhen; it's all people from other places who have gathered here.

Last year, Shenzhen even surpassed Shanghai to become the number one city for foreign trade and ranked first in the development of new productive forces.

Yun Linglei guessed briefly, "It feels like they're going to send you out to canvass buildings, and give you some bonus or something."

Yi Zheng: "I remember the bonus was already deposited directly into my account. Are you going to give me another one on the spot? I feel like I've already received quite a lot. I'd feel bad if you kept giving me more like this."

Yun Linglei couldn't help but feel a little sour when he heard this. He was originally the team's main general, but Yi Zheng had only been there for less than a year, and he had already lost his position as the main general.

Although he managed to snag a championship by association, Yi Zheng took all the good stuff. Jiang Mobai was right, Yi Zheng had to fall; otherwise, he wouldn't have a good life!

But at this moment, Jiang Mobai suddenly spoke up: "You're going too? Mu Yehu contacted me, so I'm going too. What's the matter with calling us both at the same time?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Linglei felt as if his world had collapsed.

What the hell? It's one thing for Yi Zheng to be so arrogant, but is Jiang Mobai also going to cheat on him and join his team?!
Don't do that!

In that case, where would I find any standing?!
"You were invited too? It can't be about prize money, right? It can't be that they're planning to arrange some invitational tournament for us, can it? They should notify us in advance about these things."

Yi Zheng was also a little confused when he heard this, wondering what could possibly involve both him and Jiang Mobai at the same time.

If it's an invitational tournament, they usually coordinate directly first, rather than calling both people over at the same time and asking if they're willing to step down, because if someone refuses, it's easy for them to lose face.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ke looked thoughtful, as if the scene was somewhat familiar.

"Has it already gotten this late? And they arrived so quickly?"

However, what surprised Mr. Ke was that China was the first in the world to develop this thing.

But thinking about it, it's understandable. This thing is a huge money sink, not to mention the massive amount of data it requires. The research and development investment alone is something most countries can't afford.

Even within their own world, only China and the United States are qualified to participate in this; most other countries can't even get a taste of it.

China is stronger in this world, and given historical reasons, it's not impossible that it could develop it ahead of schedule.

However, the US might have already entered the experimental stage as well, since progress often happens one after the other.

"So, there are now two dogs in the world?"

Old Ke seemed to have imagined some strange scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Seeing Old Ke muttering to himself, Yi Zheng walked over and asked, "Old Ke, what inside information do you know?"

Old Ke always remained out of sight of everyone and liked to wander around, so he didn't need to eavesdrop on other people's conversations; he could simply stand by and listen.

So when Old Ke knows some strange news, Yi Zheng isn't surprised at all. After all, this guy is a supermodel if he goes out to be a secret agent.

"Guess? Who knows? You'll find out when you go tomorrow."

You'd better finish today's match first, lest you give that sycophantic son a chance to win back the game.

Yi Zheng wasn't nervous at all when he heard this. He just waved his hand and said, "Let's deal with Meng Huo first, and then Ethan can think about turning things around."

You all keep talking about filial sons, but I haven't even beaten him to seven consecutive victories like Meng Huo yet. How can you call him my filial son?

Traditional virtues should still be upheld; you can discuss this further after the entire process of recognizing the father is completed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Zheng snapped his fingers, creating an off-key rhythm, and a clear smile appeared on his lips.

It seems to be the calm, slightly playful sense of control that apex predators have when facing their prey.

Meng Huo is a good guy.

(End of this chapter)