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Chapter 12 The Terrible Computational Power(2/2)

Everyone present immediately understood.

He wasn't deliberately humiliating and revenge, but he really didn't hear it.

What a concentration!

Suddenly, Shirakawa Katsuhiko realized: No wonder Hiroshi's chess power can reach such a level...

He whispered: "Masume has admitted defeat, this game is over!"

"Um?"

Hiroshi Chihara looked at the clock again.

Fortunately, there are still two minutes left before the time he sets, and it is still time to hurry.

There is one disadvantage to turning on ‘nothing outside the mind’:

I really devote myself to the game, blocking everything around me, let alone other people's words.

So every time before the game, regardless of whether the skills are activated or not, he will make a period of self-suggestion:

Remember to press the timer, remember to press the timer...

This is why there is no joke in the game.

Just as he grabbed and was about to leave, Samen Masumi called him, his voice hesitant and a little depressed:

"Why...you play chess so fast?"

Chihara Hiroshi just stepped out of the door with his left foot and turned back after hearing this:

"I just calculated all the points you can set. Before you make a move, I thought of ways to deal with it."

Everyone in the activity room was stunned.

It was not until after he left that someone muttered to himself: "This kind of computing power... is he still a human?"

Samen Masumi looked pale and seemed to have suffered a big blow.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Didn't I tell you about Hiroshi's strength before?

Come on, don't be discouraged! Let's review this game again..."

An hour later, Samen Masumi's expression became even more lonely.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko was a little surprised: "Masumi, in this situation, you can only make those few points. From this point of view, Haozhi's computing power is not as terrifying as before.

Why are you even more frustrated?”

Samen Masumi looked at the chessboard after the review: "Kakihiko, haven't you noticed it?"

None of the 78-player chess handed over by Qianhara is a bad move…”

Shirakawa Katsuhiko's expression changed.

He naturally understood what this meant.

Without evil hands, you won't make mistakes.
Chapter completed!
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