Chapter 803

Akita Sana was almost jumping with joy.

She clutched her phone tightly, the screen showing the frozen image of victory, and kept shaking the arm of Kondo Miki beside her.

"Miki! Miki! Did you see that?"

"Natsume-kun won! He really did it!"

"Even a semi-pro player, he defeated just the same!"

"Really, really... too amazing!!"

Her voice was filled with irrepressible joy and worship, her cheeks excited like red apples.

Kondo Miki's gaze fell on the phone screen handed over by Akita Sana.

On the screen, Natsume Chikage's calm profile looked exceptionally clear under the arena lights.

A strong sense of disbelief made her breathing pause slightly.

He actually... really won?

That Natsume-kun who always stayed at home and was thought by everyone to only play games...

Actually beat a semi-pro player who could only be reached by others through day-after-day, hard study?

This realization impacted her previous judgment.

A trace of an inexplicable emotion flashed through her heart.

However, when she looked at that overly calm, even somewhat distant handsome face on the screen, another complex emotion quietly sprouted.

Kondo Miki bit her lower lip gently.

Even if he really has semi-pro strength... what's the use?

Even if he really won this fifth round... so what?

He is not a true professional shogi player after all.

From this match, it can already be seen that the subsequent schedule is almost the stage for professional shogi players, and even top powerhouses with titles.

With Natsume Chikage's non-professional status...

How could he possibly beat those true professional experts?

The area where the Private Tenhao Academy group was located.

The air seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

Morimoto Yuki's face, after the initial dullness, quickly turned livid and burning hot.

Because he had just admitted in an interview that he was "shaved bald" by Natsume Chikage because his physical condition was poor.

But now Natsume Chikage beat Suzuki Takayuki, whom he could never beat.

Doesn't that mean Natsume Chikage's strength is just stronger than his own.

And he was just being stubborn just now?

Thinking of this, Morimoto Yuki only felt his face burning, very painful.

He stared fixedly at Natsume Chikage's figure on the screen.

After completely digesting the fact that "Natsume Chikage won," something supporting him suddenly collapsed.

After the feeling of collapse, there was more surging incompetent rage, and resentment deep into his bones.

He roared in his heart:

You, Suzuki Takayuki... what on earth is going on?!

When you played against me before, wasn't it a 100% win rate? Weren't you always looking down on me?

Now you were "first-time killed" by this guy Natsume Chikage who played against you for the first time?

Trash!

You trash!!

He absolutely refused to admit that Natsume Chikage was not only outstanding in appearance, but also ruthlessly crushed him in the shogi field he was most proud of and most familiar with.

He could only shrink back into his fortress of self-comfort, whispering:

"No... no..."

"Suzuki, this guy... must also be in a bad state!"

"Otherwise, how could he possibly lose?"

"It must be like this... it must be like this!"

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to use pain to numb that bone-chilling shame.

And Honda Takashi beside him, after witnessing the victory screen frozen on the giant screen, was stunned at first.

Immediately, his slender eyebrows slowly furrowed.

But soon, the furrowed brows relaxed, replaced by a cold and mocking sneer.

"Heh..."

He let out a light scoff, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

"Interesting."

"Unexpectedly, in that shogi club full of trash at Private Tsukikage..."

"There was actually such a... semi-pro player hidden?"

His tone was drawn out, carrying undisguised contempt.

"However..."

His tone changed, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"That's all there is to it."

"Just a semi-pro, there are plenty of people who have been stuck at this threshold for a year or two and cannot advance."

He and Suzuki Takayuki are both in their second year of high school.

And he is already a dignified professional 4-dan.

Looking at Suzuki Takayuki, after all this trouble, he is still just a "semi-pro."

The difference is clear, like clouds and mud.

Honda Takashi analyzed it leisurely, more like convincing himself, consolidating that high-and-mighty mentality:

"Although this Natsume Chikage beat Suzuki..."

"But in the end, it wasn't like crushing Morimoto, that trash, crushing Suzuki."

"No matter how you look at it, Suzuki had the advantage in the early stage."

"If it wasn't for Suzuki having a 'brain fart' himself, trying to predict some 'drop' out of thin air, and making that inexplicable move..."

"How could the situation turn sharply and collapse all of a sudden?"

The more he said, the more reasonable he felt, and his eyes returned to his usual arrogance.

"If it were a formal professional match, a best-of-three or best-of-five contest..."

"It's very hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker!"

"Natsume Chikage of this level..."

He let out a very light, disdainful breath from his nose.

"Even if ten more came, I could easily suppress them."

Or rather...

The corners of Honda Takashi's mouth rose uncontrollably.

A crazy and joyful arc gradually appeared on his face.

He was very satisfied with the situation before him.

After all, Natsume Chikage had publicly mocked him and their entire Private Tenhao Academy on the field before.

If he defeated him in private, it would certainly be satisfying, but it would be far from enough.

Not grand enough, not public enough, not enough to let everyone see that guy's ugly state of crushing defeat!

"If it wasn't on a formal stage under the spotlight of everyone..."

Honda Takashi muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with paranoid light.

"Absolutely not!"

He had just learned an interesting piece of news from Morimoto, that trash.

Natsume Chikage and this trash had actually made a bet before the match.

And, he won all the prize money this trash had accumulated from the first round until now—150,000 yen. ===== CHAPTER 804 =====