Chapter 472

Next, it was Suzuki Takayuki's turn.

Seeing that the previous two people didn't draw Table 1, his heart beat violently.

The chance... seemed to have increased!

As long as he drew Xia Xia Xia Mujun, he could implement that plan and win happiness for Akatsuki!

He took a deep breath and pressed the button with near-pious anticipation.

The small ball rolled down.

His gaze eagerly followed the staff's hand.

"Table 2."

The staff announced the number calmly.

All the anticipation and excitement on Suzuki Takayuki's face froze instantly.

He stood still, stunned for a full two seconds.

Subsequently, a huge annoyance and unwillingness hit his chest like an iron hammer.

Why... why couldn't he draw it?!

Now, Xia Xia Xia Mujun's little strength probably couldn't even pass the first battle.

Even if he won the second round, it was almost impossible to meet him again.

Akatsuki's happiness... was it going to slip away like this?

He closed his eyes in pain, his fists clenched until they creaked, and his nails dug deep into his flesh.

Why... did heaven not even give him this little chance?

I hate you, heaven... and I also hate myself for not being seen by Akatsuki.

And at this time.

There were only three contestants left who hadn't drawn lots.

Morimoto Yūki nervously licked his somewhat dry lips.

The three people in front didn't draw Table 1.

This meant that among the five balls left in the box, one was Table 1 belonging to Xia Xia Xia Mujun.

And his competitors were only the two people behind him.

The probability... seemed not small.

But his luck in drawing lots had always been terrible in his life.

Thinking of this.

He walked to the draw box and muttered fiercely in his heart: I am willing to trade my best friend's single life for the next thirty years for me to draw Xia Xia Xia Mujun this time!

He recited it three times in a row.

As if completing a dark sacrifice.

Then, he pressed the button heavily with an expression mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and a trace of ferocity.

The few seconds the small ball rolled down seemed to be infinitely elongated.

His eyes didn't blink.

Until the staff bent down, picked it up, and took a look.

"Table 1."

The staff handed the ball to him.

"Please go over there."

Morimoto Yūki was stunned first.

Subsequently, huge ecstasy exploded like fireworks, instantly crushing all the nervousness on his face!

Got it!

Really got it!

Heaven responded to his "prayer"!

He almost grabbed the small ball, clenching it tightly in his palm, as if he had grasped the ticket to glory and attention.

He turned around, with an uncontrollable, near-distorted ecstatic smile on his face, and strode toward Table 1.

His heart was drumming excitedly in his chest.

In his mind, he had already begun to rehearse how to crush his opponent, how to humiliate the other party in the post-match interview, and how to enjoy the attention that belonged to the winner.

He was a 2nd dan in the training association!

A powerhouse with one foot on the threshold of being a professional!

And Xia Xia Xia Mujun, according to reliable information, was only at the level of level 1 of the training association.

The gap between having a dan and not having a dan was like a chasm.

He even felt that even if ten Xia Mujuns came, he could easily sweep them!

That's how confident he was!

Morimoto Yūki walked to Table 1 with a pace that seemed to have already won.

Xia Xia Xia Mujun was already sitting on the chair on one side of the shogi table.

He closed his eyes, seemingly resting.

His breathing was steady, and his posture was relaxed.

Seeing this, the mocking smile at the corner of Morimoto Yūki's mouth could no longer be suppressed, rising crazily.

He pulled out the chair opposite and sat down heavily.

The chair legs rubbed against the floor, making a harsh sound.

"Yo, Xia Xia Xia Mujun."

He deliberately lengthened his tone, his voice full of schadenfreude and condescending pity.

"It seems your luck has really come to an end this time."

"To actually... run into me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over Xia Xia Xia Mujun's calm face like examining prey.

"To be honest, I can already foresee what you will look like when you are defeated in a moment."

"I've even thought of several sets of rhetoric for how to 'comment' on your shogi skills and how to 'thank' your Private Moonlight Academy for the 'generous foil' during the post-match interview."

He chuckled low, his eyes full of malice.

"I imagine that by then, the expression on your handsome face will be frustrated and forced to endure..."

"It must be very interesting!"

Xia Xia Xia Mujun's eyelashes flickered slightly.

Immediately, he opened his eyes slowly.

His dark eyes were clear and calm, like a deep pool, reflecting no ripples.

When he saw the person sitting opposite him, it was indeed the Private Tenhou student who had wantonly mocked Araki Araki Araki Yuai in the spectator passage and in the live broadcast...

Xia Xia Xia Mujun was slightly stunned for a moment.

Immediately, the corners of his lips hooked into a faint, near-relieved arc.

As if he had seen something unexpected... just right.

"So, my opponent is you."

"That's... just right."

The triumphant smile on Morimoto Yūki's face froze suddenly.

His brows frowned quickly, twisting into a knot.

"What do you mean by 'just right'?"

His tone carried obvious displeasure and sarcasm.

"Where did you get the confidence?!"

"Don't tell me, you really think you can win against me with your three-legged cat skills?"

Xia Xia Xia Mujun met his provocative gaze, his tone still flat.

"What if I say yes."

Morimoto Yūki seemed to have heard some extremely absurd joke, stunned for a moment, then sneered unceremoniously.

"Haha! You have such weak strength, and you dare to talk big? Aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

He shook his head, putting on a mocking posture of "I understand you."