The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool

Chapter 141: Face Slapping in Progress



Chapter 141: Face Slapping in Progress

Everyone who watched the match could tell that Ye Fan had given it his all. On the contrary, it was Qiao Qing who went really easy on him.

If she didn’t, the match would’ve either ended within three minutes or it would have dragged on forever.

If the latter happened, it would mean Ye Fan took his time pondering every move.

Because everyone knew, everyone was shocked.

The Go of Youth they were so proud of, the boy who climbed over one of the three mountains up there, was so powerless against her!

If she revealed her true skills, how terrifying would that have been?

Not only did the people at the competition knew about this, those who were watching from their TVs also knew.

Mu Jinghang didn’t think he could hold down his third brother much longer.

Sister-in-law, what was that obvious gentle and graceful way you moved when playing Go? What was that about?

At the Go competition.

After being interrupted by Lu Jiahao, Ye Fan’s face grew sad. He stood up, “I lost.”

Lu Jiahao didn’t seem surprised. But the way he stared at the pair turned more scornful.

It was as if he had determined that these two were a couple.

He turned his head to look at Dong Rui, “Come here. After you finish her off, we will go. I’m so annoyed.”

Dong Rui came. He didn’t watch the match either just now.

Though he didn’t speak much, he didn’t view Qiao Qing to be any better than Lu Jiahao. When he started playing, he was distracted.

But after just a few moves, he sat himself up straight and shockingly stared at Qiao Qing. After that, he seemed to tremble when he held the stones.

But Qiao Qing didn’t even seem to need the time to think. Every time he played something, she made her move immediately after.

She didn’t at all pause throughout the whole game. The entire time was her waiting for his move!

Dong Rui was sweating cold sweat. As the game went on, he got more and more confused. He would hold the stone in mid-air for a long time and not know where to place it.

Lu Jiahao thought the match would end after a few sips of water.

But he never saw Dong Rui get up.

He checked the time and then walked up questioningly, “What’s wrong with you...”

“I lost,” Dong Rui said grievingly.

Lu Jiahao stared at the black stone that was forced into a dead-end and questioned if he even knew how to play Go.

“W... What?” Lu Jiahao couldn’t believe this.

Then, he looked at the positioning of the stones and his pupils dilated.

He looked at Qiao Qing, “You played white?”

Qiao Qing took over the water Ye Fan handed her. She gulped it down and ignored him.

Everyone else below finally realized what had happened and reacted the same way as when Ye Fan won his game.

“We won?”

“We won!!! Hahaha!!”

“Look at that group of bastards. They sure have been slapped in the face.”

Hou Zibin stood up out of excitement, “Sister Qiao is a beast!”

Under his leadership, the crowd roared. Everyone’s eardrums hummed.

Qiao Nian from the crowd was now completely dumbfounded. She had bitten her lip so hard it had turned red, but she was completely unaware.

What Qiao Qing said during their Grandpa’s birthday echoed in her mind, “Play against me? Her? She’s not worthy.”

When she heard that the first time, she only scorned. However, thinking about that today made her face turn pale.

Xu Ningning’s face was also now abnormally ugly, but she couldn’t find anything mocking to say.

Lu Jiahao found the clapping and cheering piercing to the ear. He dragged Dong Rui out of his seat, “Watch me!”

When Qiao Qing and Lu Jiahao’s match started, everyone quieted down because they were worried they’d disturb Qiao Qing. Their eyes were focused on the big screen.

Through the screen, Qiao Qing looked as collected and dignified as always.

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