Chapter 461: Chapter 461: 215 Chess Encounter (First Update)

Chapter 461: 215 Chess Encounter (First Update)

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Elder Theodore Shelby was irritated by the noise, “Zhao Heng, a true gentleman watches the chess game without comment, understand?”

Zhao Heng laughed slyly.

Shen Ke said in a low voice, “Miss didn’t fail to see the trap, did she? Or did she jump into it on purpose?”

Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow and calmly made his move.

As Ming Jing said, the game of chess is like a battlefield. It is only when the chess pieces are deployed from the starting point that the real battle begins.

The violent clashes on the chessboard are invisible to the naked eye, but they have lethal power.

Gradually, beads of sweat appeared on Shen Zhou’s forehead. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his pace of play slowed down, until he was only making a move every ten minutes.

Meanwhile, Ming Jing was as light-hearted as the wind in the sky, even finding the time to sip tea with a smile.

As if making a decision, Shen Zhou slammed down a chess piece.

Ming Jing laughed lightly, “Brother’s move to sacrifice a pawn to gain the upper hand is quite impressive. By decisively sacrificing one of his pieces, he has cleared his path and turned a losing game into a winning one.”

This requires a clear mind. Many people at this point often can’t escape the grip of their current interests, plunging deeper and deeper into trouble until it’s beyond redemption.

Ming Jing stifled a laugh, “He’s not bad.” At least he’s making progress.

Zhao Heng eventually realized with hindsight that he had been made a fool of.

“Ming Jing, how...how could you do this? Are we not good friends?”

“Why would you say I fooled you? It’s clear that you were outmatched, don’t accuse others without reason,” Elder Theodore Shelby scoffed.

Only at this point did Zhao Heng realize the truth in his uncle’s words before he left. It wasn’t a lie.

He was no match for Ming Jing, not yet.

Ming Jing picked up a chess piece on the board and said, “You’re not bad, you must have attended Go classes when you were young.”

Zhao Heng’s eyes widened in shock, “You knew that too?”

“The teaching method in Go class is too rigid and limiting. The game on the board is ever-changing. As the saying goes, talking about military strategy on paper is always superficial. The true knowledge comes from practice,” she replied.

“But no one plays Go with me. Initially, my uncle made me learn Go. I found it dull at first but fell in love with it later. Do you know Xiao Chong? The champion of the International Go Tournament, a master-level figure, our idol. The championship game was so thrilling. With your skills, if you compete in a tournament, I think you could easily win a top three prize.”

Elder Theodore Shelby hit him on the head with a stick, “What nonsense are you talking about? What top three? If Ming Jing participates, no one else will stand a chance at being the champion, it’s hers to claim.”

Zhao Heng, rubbing his head, laughed foolishly, “Grandpa Shen is right, the registration period is coming up, I’ll keep an eye out for you.”