Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 997 Mercy

"Young people are arrogant..."

The chess piece raised by Mr. Han fell to the chessboard with a clatter.

The crisp sound successfully woke him up.

When he looked at the boy opposite him, there was no one in the seat.

Then he looked at the Ghost Curator in confusion.

The Ghost Curator stroked his white and long beard and smiled heartily, "Young people are arrogant and arrogant. Old Han, please don't blame me, this little friend."

"The second thing you want to say to the kid is that Wu'er has fallen in love with a teammate on the same team, right? I've guessed it a long time ago. If you don't look down on the kid, then I can only break up with you and say Wu'er is a good match. I can’t get enough of her!”

"Don't you dislike people who come from a bad family background? Why didn't I realize before that you are still a snob who flatters the superior and disdains the inferior?"

Without saying anything, Mr. Han turned his gaze back to the chessboard in front of him.

I was shocked.

A draw? !

Two draws? !

This kid played two draws with them!

"Hahaha, Mr. Ghost, what kind of person do you think he is?"

Mr. Han suddenly laughed heartily, and soon asked the ghost curator in a very serious manner.

Without thinking, the Ghost Curator stroked his beard and said decisively: "Mercy."

Maybe he thought it was too general, so he explained it again: "The heart is kind to others, and the heart is compassionate to oneself."

Nodding, Mr. Han agreed: "Compassion means giving happiness, and compassion means removing suffering."

"The divine nature of compassion for all living beings in this child is unfounded."

After that, he was ready to stand up and leave.

At this moment, there was a thunder on the ground.

The Ghost Curator patted him on the back like a good brother and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, Xuan Su came back last night and told me that the game was solved."

"Endgame..." When Mr. Han heard the news, there was no trace of joy on his face, but he became even more solemn.

He then heard the ghost curator continue to say: "What a coincidence, Wu'er accidentally knocked the chess piece from the child's hand, and after the chess piece fell down, he unintentionally cracked it."

"Tell me, how could it be such a coincidence that it's just the two of them?" Understanding his implication, Mr. Han didn't look back. Although he was old, his back was not bent at all.

He was left with one sentence, "This is probably God's will. I should trust this kid instead of the Yan family."

The ghost curator shouted at his back: "I'm still twisting and turning with you, I was worried you wouldn't be able to see it!"

After shouting, his playful expression suddenly stopped, and his face was instantly covered with a dark cloud.

The Yan family...

If you include this year together, nine years have passed.

That year, Yi Lin took Bingci to the Nandu Chess Hall to learn chess.

The first time he saw Bingci, the Ghost Curator felt a sense of déjà vu. He adjusted his glasses in disbelief and was shocked when he saw Bingci's face clearly.

This child... Why is this child so similar to that child when he was a child?

With just one glance, he determined that Bingci was the man's orphan.

Logically, he should have informed the Yan family of Dongdu immediately.

But he hesitated when he saw the chess game placed in the center of the chess hall.

Coincidentally, Bingci was also watching the game, standing on the black piece's side, trying to break the white piece's attack.

At that time, he had a very strong idea in his heart, that is, he must never let this child return to the Yan family.

On the first day she came to the chess hall, she showed her astonishing talent just as he expected. From then on, he taught her everything he had learned...

Finally, the outer disciple he had high hopes for became an e-sports player and competed in e-sports competitions.

After being sad for a while, he also figured out that Bingci could do anything, as long as he was not discovered by the Yan family.

However, listening to Xuan Su's description yesterday, Bing Ci's reaction didn't sound like he didn't understand anything.

With alarm bells ringing in his heart, the Ghost Curator hurriedly packed up his things, as if he was about to run away.

(End of this chapter)