Chapter 50 (2/2)

Shen Miao smiles. Instead of a teenager in the stands, she continues to look at the pieces on the chessboard. She picks one up and places it on the edge of the chessboard.

”What chess are you playing?” Feng Anning asked, ”it's a mess. How can I put the pieces so far away?”

”Far away?” Shen Miao shook his head.

Each piece of chess has its own magical effect. How far can this seemingly useless piece of chess go? Even if you look at the distance from the game, it is an indispensable part of the future general.

Now, can you see that?

A loft in the distance can give you a panoramic view of the scene on the stage. Su Mingfeng shook his fan and said, ”Gao Yan didn't know where to find the game theory this time, but it was very natural and unrestrained. I would like to know the person who wrote the game theory.”

”How about knowing?” Opposite him, the boy in purple spoke lazily. He was sitting in front of the pavilion window, leaning against the window, half of his body almost sticking out.

”Should be a learned adult,” Su Mingfeng disagreed: ”if you can make friends, you will benefit a lot.”

Xie Jingxing sneered, turned his head to look at the stage, hands more than a Begonia.

Begonia flowers have not yet withered, as if just picked off the general fresh moving, seems to contain a quiet aroma, but also appears to be a little cool.

”Not necessarily.”