Luo Zhengyi rolled his eyes. "If you're scared, just say so!"
"Uncle Luo, taunting won't work either."
Shen Qiushan shrugged. "You'd better go back to the hospital and rest!"
"Fine!"
"I'll remember you, kid!"
Luo Zhengyi snorted, his face dark, and left the playing area, walking up to the stands.
By now, his granddaughter Lou Man had already seen the results of the first round on the big screen.
Grandpa Luo Zhengyi was the third contestant to get knocked out!
Lou Man was pretty surprised at this outcome; she knew her grandpa's chess skills were top-notch. In an amateur tournament like the Qingyang Cup, he should at least have made it to the finals.
He could probably get into the top eight or four—that was actually why she hadn't wanted him to enter the competition.
Because from the prelims to the finals, there'd be a lot of games. It's really exhausting.
