"I've already wasted a lot of energy on this guy, so a bit more won't hurt."
So he happily decided.
Wu Ming decided to play.
But Lin Murong didn't want to play with him.
"I want to play by myself." Wu Ming's body odor was too strong; he could smell it even from this distance.
Playing Go with him would mean having to sit closer, practically in a cloud of his scent.
If he fainted from the stench over time, Wu Ming would win without a fight, right?
That wouldn't do.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid you'll lose to me?" Wu Ming asked.
"Who's scared? Who would lose to you! Come on, let's do this! See if I'm scared!" Lin Murong's competitive spirit was instantly ignited.
Because of this, he was even willing to endure the smell emanating from Wu Ming.
Lin Murong, putting up with Wu Ming's body odor, they both started playing Go.
Then, in the first game, Lin Murong lost.
"Unexpected, let's play again." Lin Murong didn't expect to lose.
Did he just lose?
Lost?
