Song Yun hadn't looked at his phone, so he had no idea that the online commotion about him was getting more and more intense. He was sitting in his chair, staring at Li Shuo across from him.
Li Shuo looked like he was about to die but insisted on watching all the games—it had almost become an obsession in his mind!
"Break time is over! Please, both players come to the stage!"
Song Yun walked toward the stage, his eyes full of disdain as he looked at little Han Ye.
To outsiders, what they called a master was in his eyes just a pitiful bug that hadn't even touched the threshold of a national player.
The weakest national player in his memory was no problem for him to trounce, not to mention that he had the memories of all matches of ten national players in his mind!
For him, the mental sport of Go was as simple as playing with blocks!
"Song, you are really young, so young that I'm a bit envious of your talent,"
