Chapter 990

It's a pity that the draw result can no longer be changed...

At this time.

The spectator area below had long been restless because of this matchup.

The objective and slightly pessimistic analysis of the commentators made many spectators who supported Natsume Chikage feel heavy in their hearts.

Horikawa Jia Zhi's expression was nervous and worried.

From the beginning, she held the mentality of "accumulating experience is victory" to view Natsume Chikage's sixth-round journey.

Being able to walk to here and witness his duel with a real professional shogi player was already an unexpected joy.

What she feared most was seeing Natsume Chikage encounter Honda Chongsi.

Not only because of the strength gap, but also because of the bad character of that person Honda—he would never be satisfied with a simple victory, and would inevitably mock him extremely after winning the game, doubling back the old grudge of that live broadcast.

That would become a public, cruel "execution."

And now, the worst expectation has come true.

The cross-zone mechanism was like a malicious hand, pushing the two who could have missed each other hard in front of each other.

Natsume-kun's luck... could it be that it was really used up in the first few rounds?

Horikawa Jia Zhi seemed to have seen the triumphant, foul-mouthed face of Honda Chongsi after Natsume Chikage lost the game.

She felt distressed and powerless, and could only secretly pray for a miracle to happen, or at least... Natsume-kun should not lose too ugly.

Fu Tian Si on the side, although he had always had doubts about Natsume Chikage's strength, couldn't help but sigh for this boy at this moment.

He appreciated Natsume Chikage's calm and humble personality, which formed a sharp contrast with Honda Chongsi's publicity and arrogance.

Such a boy, even if he loses the game, should lose with some decency.

But the opponent is Honda Chongsi.

This is no longer a contest of shogi skills, but a trampling of personality.

Perhaps, this is a lesson that a young genius is destined to experience, but this lesson came too cruelly.

And Gu Chuan Caixu was out of tune with the low atmosphere around.

She supported her chin with both hands, staring at Natsume Chikage on the screen with shining eyes, her little face full of groundless trust and anticipation.

In her view, what kind of bad luck is this?

This is clearly the best revenge stage given by heaven to Natsume Big Brother!

Gu Chuan Chang Hong on the side stroked his snow-white long beard leisurely, calm and composed.

Lost to Honda Chongsi?

After he, the Old Dragon King, witnessed Natsume Chikage using those three games to force himself into a desperate situation, this possibility simply didn't exist in his heart.

That abyss-like shogi power hidden under the calm surface, how could it be measured by a junior of a professional 4-dan?

Fu Tian Kangyu scratched his ears and cheeks on the side, annoyed:

"Natsume Senior's draw luck is too bad! Why did he just bump into that guy Honda! This is troublesome!"

Gu Chuan Caixu immediately threw him a disgusted white eye.

"I already said Natsume Big Brother won't lose! Also, who is your senior? Don't be familiar with yourself there!"

Fu Tian Kangyu was choked until his face turned red.

"You, you little brat, what do you know! This is my rational judgment based on strength! Wait for Natsume Senior... ah no, wait for Natsume-kun to lose, he will definitely need my master's guidance to take revenge!"

"What's wrong with me calling him senior first?"

"Hmph, blindly optimistic little brat." Gu Chuan Caixu turned her head, too lazy to pay attention to him again.

Private Moonlight Academy.

Shogi Club Activity Room.

An Jing Liang Dou, Araki Keiai, and advisor Nomura Zhihong teacher, the three surrounded the display screen, the atmosphere was heavy.

When the draw result was settled and the screen froze at table number one, a burst of suppressed wailing sounded in the activity room.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..." Araki Keiai held her head, buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled, "I didn't dare to expect Natsume-kun to win this round... but why is it that bastard Honda!"

She raised her head, her face full of unwillingness and worry.

"Losing to other professional chess players would be fine, but losing to that guy... he will definitely spray people with the most vicious words after the game! Natsume-kun has such a good temper, he will definitely be pissed off by him!"

An Jing Liang Dou also put away his usual frivolous expression and smacked his lips.

"This time Natsume-kun's luck is really bad to the extreme. One-eighth chance can bump into it... Honda that guy, although his mouth is stinky enough to make people want to beat him, his shogi is really hard. If I face him, the chance of winning is not high."

Nomura Zhihong pushed his glasses and analyzed in a deep voice:

"From a rational perspective, Honda Chongsi and Chi Tian Long Jie are geniuses at the same level, just one is exposed and one is restrained. The training they receive and the intensity of confrontation are far beyond our ordinary school club members. It is already a miracle that Natsume-kun can walk to this step, but facing Honda... sigh."

The unfinished words in his mouth already defaulted to the most likely result.

Araki Keiai suddenly remembered something and slapped her thigh fiercely.

"A miscalculation! If I had known there would be such a day, I should have specially trained Natsume-kun on how to quarrel! At least after losing the game, he can't suffer in the mouth battle again!"

An Jing Liang Dou smiled bitterly: "It's too late to say this now... however, Natsume-kun being able to hit the top thirty-two is really very remarkable. After the game, we must comfort him well and take him to eat something good to blow off some steam."

"Mm!" Araki Keiai nodded vigorously, and at the same time, her fingers typed on the phone quickly.

【Araki Keiai: Rin-chan! Emergency! Natsume-kun bumped into that bastard Honda! The situation is not good, our post-game comfort plan is launched! Your strategy opportunity might be here!】

The message was replied to almost instantly.

【Tsukishima Rin: Natsume-kun will definitely be fine, I believe in him!】

First-year B class classroom.

Kondo Weixi felt the phone in her pocket continuously transmitting slight vibrations.

Without looking, she knew it must be that "Natsume Chikage's exclusive little fan" who was not in class and had entered the high-frequency anxiety mode again.

Gently sighing, Kondo Weixi still took out her phone.

On the screen, Akita Sana's information popped up like a string of firecrackers, almost able to imagine her tearful, six-god-masterless appearance at this moment.

【Akita Sana: o(╥﹏╥)o Weixi! What to do, Natsume-kun really bumped into that Honda! The commentators are all saying Natsume-kun's win rate is low, and the comments on the internet are also too much, saying Natsume-kun was too arrogant last time and deserved to be taught a lesson this time... what to do what to do, if Natsume-kun loses, he will definitely be mocked by that bad guy!】

Kondo Weixi was slightly stunned.

Although she didn't know much about shogi, from Sana's fragmented descriptions on weekdays and the wind on the internet, she also roughly knew what kind of person Honda Chongsi was, and the grudge between him and Natsume Chikage.

Reason told her that Natsume Chikage, who only liked playing games on weekdays, could play his interest to this point, which was already amazing; encountering a genius who was truly from a professional background, losing was reasonable.

It's just... it happened to be this time point, this opponent.

This luck is really too bad.

As if the good luck accumulated in the first few rounds was exhausted at this moment.

No matter what, she is now the one who wants Sana and Natsume-kun to be together.

If this is the case, Senior Tsukishima can be liberated and doesn't have to be with Natsume-kun.

Her fingertips paused on the screen for a moment, and then she typed a reply.

【Kondo Weixi: Don't worry too much, Sana. Don't believe everything on the internet. The game is not over yet. Believe in Natsume-kun. Perhaps... there will be a turning point.】

【Akita Sana: (*^▽^*) Mm! I also believe in Natsume-kun! He will definitely create a miracle!】

【Kondo Weixi:...】

Teacher's office.

Among the teachers who didn't have classes, many were also paying attention to this "shogi tournament."

On Jiu Jing Ziyuan's desk, the tablet computer was silently playing the live broadcast of the game.

Her cold gaze fell on the calm side face of Natsume Chikage on the screen.

Xiao Jing Youcai leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Ziyuan, do you think Natsume-kun has a chance this time?"

Jiu Jing Ziyuan didn't answer immediately, just silently looked at Natsume Chikage in the picture.

A few seconds later, she slowly spat out a word.

"Difficult."

Xiao Jing Youcai sighed: "Right... I think so too. It's just a pity, if Natsume-kun loses, that Honda will definitely not let go of the opportunity to mock."

"Hmph!"

A heavy cold snort came from the side.

Baseball club advisor Ito Yingzhi teacher was also watching the live broadcast at his desk, arms crossed, saying in a rough voice:

"If you ask me, Natsume, this kid shouldn't waste time on this grid chessboard! This literary thing doesn't suit him!" ===== CHAPTER 991 =====