But the chess game is like a battlefield, and there is no sympathy. What's more, Zimu is very much looking forward to defeating the beautiful young man in front of him, and then seeing what he will look like.
Alvin's last killer move was seen through by Zi Mu, so naturally there was no hope of a comeback in this game.
I thought that the rest of the stage would be a killing show by the old guy Zimu, but I never thought that Alvin was still resisting. In the final stage, even when there was only one magician and one missionary left, Alvin still tried to move towards a draw.
After that, the two sides battled wits and courage for more than ten rounds before Alvin was completely checkmate.
This is really a heart-wrenching battle.
After watching the entire chess game, everyone couldn't help but feel in a trance, feeling a little dizzy after overexerting their brains.
Alvin stared blankly at the chessboard in front of him, as if he still couldn't recover from his failure. He couldn't help but ask himself: "How many years have it been since I lost chess?" You know, when the "Four Young Masters" were running rampant against Saliushi, few people dared to play chess with him.
"Awesome." Alvin pretended to be calm, praised with a smile, and then stood up to leave.
"Slow down, slow down," Zimu also stood up and grabbed Alvin, "Young man, old man, I don't know your last name yet?"
"Alvin Felie" Alvin curled his lips, and then led Onian, Theresia, and Turang out of the casino.
Zimu looked deeply at Alvin's leaving figure and sighed secretly: "So you are Alvin..."
Not many people in the casino have heard of this name. However, this game of chess has become a topic of conversation, spreading among many gamblers.
After all, after so many years, I have never seen anyone who can compete with Old Man Zimu for so many rounds.
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Ever since he came out of the "Tongtian Casino", Alvin's expression had been gloomy.
Onian, however, pinched his cheek without any scruples.
Alvin was just about to curse, but when he saw it was Onian, he could only swallow the words back. Only Onian and Lan You in the world have the courage to play tricks on Alvin when he is angry. And it was only in the face of these two people that Alvin couldn't get angry.
"Why, you still need me to comfort you?" Onian glanced at Alvin and said.
"It's just losing the chess game, what's the big deal." Alvin said calmly.
"If you really had such a big heart, the dark clouds in the sky would have dispersed immediately." Onian turned her head and poked Alvin's heart with her finger and said contemptuously.
Thearesia on the side felt funny when she saw Alvin's pouty expression. But she felt a little lonely in her heart. She felt that only Onian in the world could make this person so depressed. It seemed that no matter how close she was to Alvin, she could not replace the white-haired woman's position in his heart.
"How about going to a play to relax?" Turang suddenly suggested.
"It just so happens that I have an old friend who is a screenwriter there. He can accommodate us and not charge us tickets."
"I'm giving you this little Looney?" Alvin said angrily. He then thought about Turang's previous sentence as a sinister expression, and couldn't help but curse: "If I want to lose my temper, I'll just lose the game of chess..."
Seeing Alvin's jumping appearance, the other three couldn't help laughing.
So under the leadership of Turang, the group came to the "Nalan" Theater in Nancheng. Not to mention, since O'Nian's words were spoken, the rain has stopped falling, and the skylight blocked by the haze has gradually come through.
"Hey, Turang, do you know how to come here to do business?" An old man who looked worse than Turang who had spent the night studying hard was chatting with Turang at the entrance of the theater. As soon as this man opened his mouth, there was an overpowering smell of wine. There were two heavy bags under his eyes under his sleepy eyes, and his hair was greasy and in distinct bunches. It really vividly displayed the image of a down-and-out scholar.
Onian and Theresia were both "smoked" by this sloppy old man and took a few steps back.
Since Alvin hangs out in a lot of places, it's not surprising. What's more, the "Four Young Masters" at that time were often hungover, and the smell of snoring that night was much heavier than the smell in the old man's mouth.
"Here, this is 'Sha Wu'. You heard his name in front of Nian Chu Lou a few days ago, right?" Turang pointed at the old man and introduced to Alvin, "He writes books for the theater troupe here. .”
Then Alvin and others remembered that among the poems that were thrown out in front of the Nianchu Tower that day, some of them were written by this "Shawu".
"Hmph! Are you going to humiliate me?" the old man scolded, "I have a high level of appreciation, so what should I do if I don't like my bad poems?"
Then he looked at Alvin, glanced at it, and said seriously: "Your song "Wing Chun by the Fountain River" is indeed very good."
"It's hard to imagine that a young man of your background would be willing to say a word for us humble people who have no status." Shawu continued.
Alvin was a man of letters at heart, and he understood what his poem was about as soon as he heard it. But he didn't expect that Shawu would remember his appearance among the crowd.
As for why Shawu could tell Alvin's origin, after all, this businessman had dealt with many nobles, so this was not surprising.
"Why are you talking so much? You old guy, why don't you just say that your writing is not as good as him and that's the end of it?" Turang laughed and ridiculed.
"I'm telling you this, our leader of the Universalist Freedom Army is capable of attacking cities and strongholds, and he is capable of writing poems and paintings. All you have to do is admire him, do you understand?" Turand was actually playing the role now. The role of Yuhao is here.
Alvin felt a little embarrassed when faced with this sudden flattery.
Shawu naturally knew that Alvin had a good background, but he felt resentful in his heart: "I have been studying literature for most of my life, but in the end it was not as good as this young man's leisure work?" He asked Alvin vaguely. Hidden in the ground was the disdain of the literati, and he also knew that he was ridiculous, especially for having such a narrow-minded view of this young man who was more than one literati. There is a kind of wishful thinking in staring at a person who does not regard him as an opponent as an opponent. Shawu knows this, but knowing is one thing, and relief is another.
Seeing that Shawu was so humiliated by him that he remained silent, Turang couldn't help but hit him again. In fact, why didn't he know what Shawu was thinking? Logically speaking, at their age, they shouldn't feel jealous of such young descendants, but sometimes complaints about "being born unfair" will last throughout a person's life. Even Turang himself would sometimes have shabu-like thoughts popping up in his mind when looking at Alvin.
Why is this man so good-looking and talented? Why is this man always surrounded by beautiful women? Little do they know that all the gifts of fate have already been marked with a secret price. But if the general public really knows the price, will they back down again?
"I brought so many people to support me today, isn't it fun enough?" Turang changed the subject and teased, patting Shawu on the shoulder.
"Don't expect me to give you a free ticket. You guys seem to be either rich or expensive." Shawu laughed.
"Hey! How can I do that? How can I save you so much money?"
The two old men were chatting and laughing, and then led the young people in from the entrance of the theater.
At this time, a girl carrying a train came forward and complained to Shawu: "My screenwriter, why are you hiding here? Are you drunk and confused?"
Alvin couldn't help but smile after hearing this. It seemed that this Shawu drank a lot.
"This is Luo Lin, the number one beauty in our group and the leading actress of this opera." Shawu introduced with a smile.
"These two are first-rate beauties, I'm just an ugly duck from the country." After speaking, Lorraine looked at the two young "men" behind Alvin with a smile.
"Eh? Your eyes are quite pointed." Alvin said in surprise.
"This is..." Luo Lin looked at Shawu.
"This is Mr. Alvin that you have been thinking about so much," Shawu said angrily, "Don't you recite his poem every day? Are you happy now that you have met the author in person?"
An ordinary woman would probably blush with embarrassment at being teased like this, but Luo Lin is a capable actress, so there is no way she would be shy because of such a joke. When she heard that the majestic man in front of her was "Alvin", her eyes lit up.
"Are you Mr. Alvin?" Luo Lin asked carelessly without any trace of a little girl.
"What's wrong?" Alvin thought, isn't it because he fell in love with him because of a poem? His depressed mood due to losing chess was suddenly lifted.
"Can...can we invite you to help us write a play?" Luo Lin felt a little embarrassed when she said this.
Alvin hit rock bottom again, and his upper eyelids drooped.
The two girls behind him burst out laughing in unison. It seems that someone's face is not always useful everywhere.
Little did he know that Shawu's face drooped even more seriously, his head drooped, and his chin almost hit his chest. Turang suppressed his laughter and patted his old friend's shoulder again to express comfort.
Seeing Alvin's appearance, Luo Lin hurriedly said: "It is indeed a bit abrupt, but if you are responsible for writing a play, it will definitely make our troupe shine in the entire Fuwei Empire. .”
"You just said 'opera'. I don't even know what type of opera you are talking about, so how can you get into it?" Alvin declined.
"This is also a type of drama that is just emerging nowadays. Not long ago, our troupe went to the southern Principality of Fanao, where a singing and acting performance form became popular, and we learned it." Luo Lin explained.
"Singing and acting at the same time?" Alvin tried to imagine, "That's really unheard of."
Theresia felt new to what she heard, so she urged Alvin to buy a ticket so that he could go in and see what happened.
Luo Lin generously said no.
Alvin shook his head and said seriously: "Any result of labor is worthy of respect, and the same is true for art."
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