Early morning, after breakfast.
In the main hall, Su Mo, Yang Xiaoyun, Wei Ziyi, Little Situ, Yang Yizhi, Ling Hongxia, Yu Lingxin, Zhen Xiaoxiao, Mu Shanshan, Shui Wuchang, Chen Dinghai, Zhang Quan, Shi Shengtian and others filled the small hall completely.
Everyone gathered together, staring at the chess game placed on the table.
Then looking at each other.
"In my opinion, the outcome of the chess game is no more than two possibilities.
"One is losing, one is winning.
"Dongmen Yong is merely being mysteriously convoluted."
Ling Hongxia looked around at these people and found everyone was silent.
So she decided to be the first to express her high opinion.
Yang Yizhi glanced at her:
"Thanks to your insight, we just now know that on the chessboard, there can still be a decision of victory or defeat."
"..."
Ling Hongxia immediately glared:
"Then tell me, what is your high opinion?
"I've known you all my life, and didn't know you were familiar with chess?"
