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My Genius Sister is Only Seven!?

The country girl, Emily, was an orphan. She survived off the scraps that she could find from families around her. Every one of them despised her. One day, a fairy-like little brother came to the city and brought her home. At first, Emily wasn't popular in other people's homes, but she quickly awakened her god-tier learning talent. She could learn pretty much anything and everything in an instant. Soon, Emily was regarded as a child prodigy. She was proficient in all sorts of arts, including zither, chess, and calligraphy, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. The elders and older brothers who didn't really like her in the past were all captivated by her and spoilt her like a little fairy. Every day, her grandparents, parents, uncles, aunties, and brothers fought to pamper her. Grandpa said, "Baby, can you help Grandpa take a look at this painting?" Grandpa liked to collect oil paintings, but his deteriorating eyesight couldn't discern good paintings from bad ones, and he kept getting tricked by sellers . So he had to consult the seven-year-old Emily because paintings that passed through Emily's hands were never wrong. Her father pleaded, "Baby, help me. The chairman of the Gu Site Corporation wants to get a calligraphy painting from you. This will determine whether my company can land a deal with them!" Her brothers pleaded. "Baby, are you busy today? When are you going to visit your brother's school? I promised the principal that I would bring you there. You can't go back on your word."

Mountain Springs · Urban
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250 Chs

Emily was shocked by what she saw. There was a sea of people, and she could only see humans. If it wasn't for Shen Hao holding her hand, she would have been afraid that she would get lost.

"Millie, this is the Go exam. Go is divided into two major stages, amateur and professional. What I'm going to take you to test is the professional Go player test."

While listening to Shen Hao's explanation, Emily observed her surroundings. A large space was divided into several small squares. In each square, there were many tables, and on the tables, there were chessboards.

Every table was exactly the same. There was no difference at all. However, there was a person sitting in front of each table, and that person had a sign hanging on his neck. Sitting upright, Emily was dying of curiosity.

"Why? Are you interested in those Go players?"