Chapter 16 Scared away by professional level eight?

In the bedroom.

Ye Luo smoked a cigarette. Although he usually smoked, he was not addicted to it.

Get up and pour a cup of tea.

The cell phone rings.

"Hello, Mom?"

My parents haven't even brought it back yet.

"Are you home?" Mom asked.

"I'm back."

"Has the matter at work been resolved? I see you are in a hurry."

"It's settled now, what happened?"

"It's okay, just ask. Okay, just go home and go to bed early."

"Yeah, I got it, I'm done."

Saying that, Ye Luo died.

Mom is like this, she worries about everything, and Ye Luo has long been used to it.

As for mom sleeping?

Isn't that a joke?

At this time, Ye Luo is in high spirits!

Ye Luo felt that he felt a lot better after beating the level 7 professionals of the Chess Association!

Are you saying I'm talking nonsense?

Are you saying I'm sensationalizing?

You are a bunch of bad chess bastards, I will torture every one of them when I see them!

There’s no one left at Level 7, right?

Then I’ll torture you to the eighth level!

…

The chess players were just watching the fun and didn't mind it, so they were booing at the top of their voices.

In the chat area of ​​the public channel, there is no other news at this time, everyone is talking about this matter.

"Where is Master Ye?"

"Is it offline? It's not even ten o'clock yet!"

"It's not offline. I took a look just now and it's online."

"Where are the people online?"

"After finishing the seventh level, let's go to the eighth level! I think there are several eighth level people online! Master Ye rushes!"

"Is Master Ye scared?"

"No way, no way, Master Ye is really not scared, is he? If not, just do it to them!"

The chess players said everything they wanted and encouraged Ye Luo to challenge the eighth level of the profession.

…

In the chess court.

Cold sweat broke out on Han Yang's forehead, "This guy can't be the host Ye Luo, right?"

Zheng Feng shook his head directly, "Impossible! It's definitely a coincidence!"

"I don't think so." Ma Hui also said: "Although the host Ye Luo looked very good when he was commenting, it was a review comment and it didn't count. How old is he? He just graduated! How could this be possible?

His chess ability?”

"Yeah, it's probably just a coincidence, the names are the same."

"I have to say, Master Ye on the other side is really fierce!"

"He's not really going to challenge the eighth level of the profession, is he?"

"The average professional level 8 is not necessarily his opponent." Ma Hui analyzed: "I estimate that his level should be close to the top 20 of the professional level 8."

"So high?"

Everyone was shocked.

The top twenty in the eighth-level professional level are all quite famous internationally!

This ninth-level amateur who suddenly appeared has such strength?

It would be a lie to say I'm not surprised.

"Hey! Look, this guy is really challenging for level 8!" Zheng Feng pointed at the pinned notification on the screen and exclaimed.

"Zou Liang is at level eight?"

"Ha, this guy really thinks he is invincible? He came up to fight Zou Liang at the eighth level?"

Seeing that Ye Luo actually challenged Zou Liang, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zou Liang, about thirty years old, ranks ninth in the domestic eighth-level chess division. Domestic champions have long been weak, and even he has won two international championships. Although he is not a ninth-level chess player, he is still

He can be regarded as one of the top players in China.

This situation is stable!

Zheng Feng and Han Yang all put their hearts in their stomachs.

In their opinion, Zou Liang should be a sure winner at level 8, at least with a winning rate of over 90%. After all, Zou Liang’s level is there in terms of both chess ability and experience. Although this amateur at level 9 is quite good

, but wanting to win against the ninth-ranked player in the eighth-level tier is a bit of a dream.

Han Yang had already started watching the show with his arms folded.

Zheng Feng also had a sneer on his lips.

So what if I sweep the seventh level of the profession?

I'll make you crazy!

If you can beat Zou Liang at Level 8, why don't I stand on my head and wash my hair!

…

The number of spectators in the room has exceeded 3,000, and is even increasing.

The barrages in the chat area can no longer be seen.

"Coming, coming!"

"Master Ye is so fierce! He does what he says? He really wants to challenge the eighth level of the profession! I like your temper, and I will become your fan in the future!"

"Why did you pick Zou Liang at level 8? This game is not easy to win!"

"Zou Liang's level eight is indeed too high! However, I bet Master Ye will win!"

"The brainless leaf-pressing master wins!"

"This game is probably on the line."

This group of chess players are almost all amateurs. It is rare to see such a strong amateur level nine, so they naturally support Ye Luo. In addition, they are not too big a fan of watching the excitement, so everyone is cheering for Ye Luo.

And when things got to this point, it also attracted many professional chess players.

Not to mention the Level 7 professionals who were abused just now, all of them were squatting in the room. Although they didn't speak for a while, they were all waiting to see how Ye Luo would lose.

There were even several current level eight professional players sitting in the spectator seats, all of whom were silently watching the game.

Soon, the chess game began.

Both sides come and go.

Ye Luo sat in front of the computer, holding the mouse in one hand and a teacup in the other.

"Haha, professional level eight is different!"

"This is a really good move."

"Can you still see the trap?"

"But that's it."

Ye Luo had never played chess with professional players before, and he didn't know what his level was. However, after fighting with those seventh-level professional players just now, Ye Luo discovered that the so-called professional chess players seemed to be just like that.

Although this eighth-level profession is much stronger than before, in Ye Luo's opinion, it is just like this.

So-so.
To be continued...