"I... just lost?"
"Yes, young man."
"Hmm, this is truly... baffling."
Kexiao felt a bitter taste in his heart, wanting to say something, like he shouldn't have lost; it was a flaw caused by his move not executing. But in competitive games, personal factors don't matter; as long as the joystick is fine, a loss is a loss.
Kexiao fell into a brief contemplation about life, having to admit that this game was truly anti-human. He had executed his move, but in such a critical stage, perhaps due to a change in mindset, he acted too quickly or too forcefully. He's not sure; anyway, it was baffling... This is so damn unlucky!
With a gentle sigh, accepting the gamble and its loss, there's nothing to complain about, "I lost. By the way, what's this game called?"
"It's called..." Allen smiled at Kexiao, then laughed loudly: "Haha... Young man, it will take you another hundred years to defeat me."
"I see, I will challenge again later."
