Crying after losing?
Whose cute little baby is this?
Hearing Ao Xinghao's teasing, Song Anjing couldn't help but laugh: "God Ao, was the person you played Connect Five with a girl?"
Ao Xinghao: "Yes."
Song Anjing: "No wonder. Which girl's going to pair up with a boy like you who's always nitpicking to play chess together?"
Ao Xinghao, frustrated: "How am I nitpicking? Am I not allowed to win? When we beat Imperial University in the national competition, you, as a spectator, wanted to win even more than I did, right?"
Song Anjing, speechless: "Hey, a private game between two friends, not a team competition against outsiders, how can that be the same? Is winning the focus? The focus is the atmosphere of play, the atmosphere! When you keep winning and winning, how is the game going to continue? Can't you pretend to lose by accident once?"
Ao Xinghao was dumbfounded for a moment: "…Is it supposed to be like this?"
Song Anjing: "Think about it, think it over carefully."
