Web Fic
Chapter 150
Rebecca thought this rookle was going to be some kind of prodigy!
Turns out, she’s nothing but a low–level loser. Her chess game is laughably weak.
She hadn’t even shown her true skills, and the opponent was already falling apart.
And to think Jack was so wary of her.
Anthea spoke with a nonchalant tone, “Don’t get cocky so soon. Hate for you to be a sore loser later, coming up with some lame excuse like feeling under the weather or pretending to go easy on the newbie!”
Rebecca offered a slight smile, her fingers dancing across the keyboard to move a piece, *Checkmate! Better luck next time, hon, you’ve lost.”
[Rebecca is so amazing!]
[Hahaha! She lost!]
[Number One is still Number One! What’s this rookie think she’s doing challenging our champ?]
“Are you sure you’ve got me in checkmate?” Anthea’s tone remained cool.
With that statement, Rebecca paused. What did this loser mean by that?
“Take another look,” Anthea prompted, noting Rebecca’s puzzled expression.
The chat room fans were also confused.
After a moment, realization dawned on everyone.
[Ah! I’m so fired up right now!]
[Same here! I’m actually tearing up!]
[Holy cow! Ann is fierce! Ann is the bomb!]
[Ah! Another day in love with Ann!]
[My goodness! Ann just blew my mind with her chess strategy! Turns out you don’t have to always play offense!]
[That switcheroo was slick! AnnV587!]
[Mom, I’m so proud, I just saw my favorite streamer beat a grandmaster!]
Rebecca’s brow furrowed as she finally saw the trap that Anthea had set. The cannon was waiting there all along.
She had been too careless! One wrong move led to another.
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Till give you a piece handicap. Take your rook back, Anthea’s voice came again.
Rebecca’s face paled, a sweat breaking on her forehead.
She was a grandmaster, for goodness‘ sake! Did she really need to accept a handicap from a nobody? But if she didn’t accept, she would lose!
What to do now?
For the first time during her streaming career, Rebecca faced a dilemma like this.
Reluctantly, she sought help from her system.
The
estem should be able to bail her out. But she was already in a checkmate situation, trapped with no way out, even the system couldn’t do anything.
Seeing that Rebecca wasn’t making a move, Anthea didn’t bother with pleasantries.
She went straight for the checkmate.
[Checkmate! Black wins!]
The chat erupted with excitement; where Rebecca’s fans had previously mocked Anthea, now it was their turn to gloat.
[So what if you’re Number One? Our Ann can still beat you!]
[Our Ann will always be your daddy!]
[I love Ann!]
[User: ThorHammerStriker, sent a sports car to Griffin YC!]
[User: TrueHeart2005, sent a fireworks display to Griffin–YC!]
[User: PiratesForever, sent a sports car to Griffin YC!]
Rebecca’s fans were in disbelief at her loss and quickly started stirring things up.
[What’s wrong with Rebecca? Is she not feeling well?]
[How could Rebecca possibly lose! She must be under the weather!]
If it wasn’t for not feeling well, how could Rebecca possibly lose?
But Anthea’s fans weren’t having it and fired back.
[Here we go, the excuses are coming.]
[Lose and it’s either a handicap or feeling sick. Seems Number One isn’t so different after all, just another sore loser!] Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
[Is that supposed to be Number One?]
[Next door’s Number One should have some shame!]
Can’t handle a loss! Rebecca shows her true colors!
Never seen someone so shameless. If you can’t handle losing, why compete at all? What’s the point now?]
Rebecca was about to go along with her fans, but the comments made her face turn.
Using the ‘not feeling well‘ excuse now would only confirm that she couldn’t handle defeat. She had no choice but to swallow her pride, “I was outplayed. Griffin, you’re truly skilled!”
“In competition, winning and losing is all part of the game. No need to dwell on it, senior”
At those words, Rebecca’s expression turned even darker.