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Chapter 186 Playing Chess
Jing Chu was away early in the morning and went to play chess with Grandpa Bai. Yang Mianmian went to find him, watched around for a while, and quickly summed up the movement rules of each chess piece.

In this round, Jing Chu lost.

Grandpa Bai was a little proud: "You're still a bit off the mark."

Yang Mianmian was unconvinced upon hearing this, and pulled Jing Chu's sleeve: "I'll do it."

Jing Chu raised his head and asked, "You know?"

"I learned it just now." Yang Mianmian sat on his lap and forced her to play. Jing Chu hugged her waist to prevent her from falling, and explained the rules to her by the way. The rules of chess are not troublesome but not simple. Yang Mianmian has it in his head After going through it again, he nodded to indicate that he had remembered it.

Grandpa Bai snorted coldly in his heart: I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

Yang Mianmian remained calm, secretly gathering energy in her heart: I tell you that I'm a little bit of a man, so you wait for me.

At the beginning, Yang Mianmian played chess very slowly, and he had to think for a long time for each move, while Grandpa Bai had experienced many battles, strategized, and deployed his troops like a divine help.

But gradually, Grandpa Bai's speed slowed down, but Yang Mianmian always maintained a speed of 20 to 30 seconds for the next step.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Xiaoyang began to simulate the possible moves that would appear next based on Grandpa Bai's every move. Competing chess is all about calculations. The reason why the computer can win the world championship is because of its huge amount of calculations.

Calculations happen to be Yang Mianmian's forte. She is not as familiar with various chess records or strategies as Grandpa Bai, and she has never read 36 tactics or Sun Tzu's Art of War. She was able to simulate all possible moves that might follow.

This is a duel between human brains and human brains. The chess pieces on the chessboard cannot provide any help, and they also maintain the demeanor of a true gentleman who watches the chess without saying a word, without disturbing Yang Mianmian's thoughts.

So at first Yang Mianmian just wanted to vent her anger, but then she suddenly became obsessed with this kind of high-intensity calculation, which made her brain extremely clear.

In the end, Grandpa Bai, who had experienced many battles, lost to Yang Mianmian, who was playing for the first time. The old man was not convinced, and said coldly: "Come again."

Yang Mianmian gladly accepted the challenge.

Jing Chu was simply reduced to watching, so he went back to get a comb. Yang Mianmian came out to look for him today with disheveled hair. He didn't even comb her hair well, so he happened to braid her hair and tidy it up.

When Grandma Bai came in with tea, she saw her old man playing chess with Yang Mianmian in a murderous manner, and her grandson took a wooden comb and combed the little girl's hair calmly. That skillful posture showed that she was used to it of.

"How do you do it?" Grandma Bai hurried over to try to grab it, "What do men do for women?"

"It's okay." Jing Chu raised his hands and escaped from grandma's snatch, very calm, "Her hair is long and I can't comb it myself."

After combing the braid, Yang Mianmian stroked it, very satisfied, kissed him directly, and then continued to concentrate on playing chess.

Grandpa Bai lost three games in a row, and he was in a bad mood. It was Jing Chu who took care of the old man's face and smoothed things over: "Mian Mian is here to eat corn."

After a whole morning, Yang Mianmian also consumed a lot of brain cells. She was already hungry. After smelling the aroma of corn, she decided to happily end this morning's torture journey and ran to eat corn.

The corn had just come out of the pan and was still hot, so she scalded her hands when she took it, Jing Chu held it for her to eat, Bai Jiaojiao saw it, and felt goose bumps all over her body.

#我塔哥How could it be so nasty, the style of painting is completely wrong#
The last time I saw Jing Chu feeding was when I was a child feeding the cat.

After lunch, the old man went back to his room for an afternoon nap. Yang Mianmian was so restless that he couldn't sleep, so Jing Chu took her to Grandpa Bai's collection room to listen to stories. They were all antiques collected by the old man. in a temperature-controlled glass chamber.

Yang Mianmian immediately thought of the Song Bowl in his house. When it first arrived home, it was half dead and felt that life was boring, but since coming to their house, it has become more energetic and has learned countless modern vocabulary. From the outside or from the inside, I can no longer see the cold Song Wan from before.

"They're a bit lonely." Yang Mianmian doesn't have much feeling for people, but he is easily moved when he encounters objects, so he spends the whole afternoon in the collection room listening to them tell stories.

One is said to have come from the Old Summer Palace. It told her that in that year, the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded the capital and burned the Old Summer Palace. Many friends died in that fire, scattered, and never saw each other again. arrive.

"I was originally a pair of vases, and now I don't know where the other one is..." The famille rose porcelain vase said sadly, it and the other vase were originally twins, and parting from it is like a pair of twins lost in the end of the world, Now it's like being separated by oceans, and I will always remember it for the rest of my life.

On the way, Grandpa Bai came over to take a look, a little surprised: "She likes antiques?"

"I like these old things." Jing Chu said vaguely.

Grandpa Bai finally added a point to her: "It's still a bit of taste." Oh, after adding one point, the total score is minus nine points.

Before the loss of [-] points was deducted for playing chess, yes, there was no aura that the heroine should have at all. A game of chess made the elders love it, but Grandpa Bai deducted [-] points instead.

Until the day when he returned to Nancheng on the 7th, Yang Mianmian had 0 points in Bai Yu's mind, he didn't care, Aunt Bai had 0 points in his mind, she didn't care, and Uncle Bai had 0 points in his mind, he couldn't find any extra points. In my mind, -30 points, because I have been abused countless times playing chess and don't know how to be humble at all. I'm not sensible anymore!

Bai Jiaojiao's favorability score -100 points!It’s okay to be alone, the pirates also tortured Alexander out of depression, a big dog is now hiding in the kennel, and dare not come out to meet people, and doubt life!

All in all, none of the favorability points are positive, which is heartbreaking.

However, miraculously, when Jing Chu asked Yang Mianmian how she felt about being a guest this time, she actually said, "It's quite fun." She ate a lot of northern dishes, and the craftsmanship of the Bai family servants was pretty good. "I heard a lot of stories." , the friends in the collection room all have a full stomach of ups and downs in life experience, which is more exciting than TV dramas, "playing chess is very enjoyable", I feel very happy to develop my brain power, "the pirates also have people to play with", in fact, it is unilateral The complete abuse.

As the saying goes, if you plant flowers on purpose, they will not bloom, but you will plant willows and willows unintentionally to make shade. Those who should be favored will be full of anger, and those who should please others will have a good time. This is also to some extent... a trick of fate.

Anyway, the halo of the heroine is always not in the right place.

Back in Nancheng, life is back on track. Yang Mianmian has become a campus scene with a pirate every day, and it has become a common sight for everyone to hug a cool dog on the left and a bully cat on the right.

The pirate has no interest in reading, it is purely to accompany Yang Mianmian, lest she be caught by a pervert again, and wanders around the campus in her spare time, while Xueba Mao likes to lie on her stomach when Yang Mianmian is reading, as if she also reads It seemed to understand, and stretched out its claws to hold her down when there was something difficult to understand. Yang Mianmian explained this paragraph, and then it raised its claws to allow her to continue reading.

Everything has animism, since objects can talk and have their own thoughts, why can't cats understand books?Yang Mianmian doesn't think this is a strange thing at all. There are geniuses with super high IQ among human beings, and it's not surprising that occasionally there is a cat whose IQ is on par with human beings.

as big as World, nothing is nonexistent.

Time passed by in such a peaceful day, and it was November in a blink of an eye, and the temperature dropped significantly. Yang Mianmian went back to her home to sleep these days, because she should go abroad after the new year, and the admission letter has been received , the school starts in mid-to-late January, and there is no lunar calendar in foreign countries. After Christmas is Chinese New Year, they will be ready to go out at the beginning of January, and the time she spends with her friends is getting less and less day by day.

Yang Mianmian simply moved from Jingchu's home back to his own home, cherishing this limited time together.

Just when she thought she would go abroad in a normal manner, another thing happened.It was still in the middle of the night, she was awakened by a burst of crying, she got up and rubbed her eyes: "Who is crying?"

"What's the matter?" Jing Chu woke up when she came together, and then turned on the light. She didn't know what happened. When she saw her rubbing her eyes, she thought she was crying, so she hugged her and kissed her, "I'm having a nightmare. Is it okay? I'm here."

Yang Mianmian was sleepy, she rubbed against his arms, squinted her eyes and said, "Who is crying, woke me up by crying."

"Crying?" Jing Chu was stunned for a moment, "Is anyone crying?"

The sound insulation of the old house is indeed not very good. Sometimes if there are children next door, they can be heard on the first floor, but he didn't hear any crying.

"It's not just one person who is crying, many are crying, it's so miserable." Yang Mianmian put on her slippers, opened the window and looked in, "Who is crying?"

The telegraph pole whispered: "It's not our side that is crying, it's the other side. I just started crying for some reason."

Yang Mianmian craned her neck to look at it, and tried to identify it: "I remember it was... a garbage dump?"

For Yang Mianmian, the garbage dump is definitely a place to stay away from, it is equivalent to a mortuary, where there are countless corpses, it will make her very uncomfortable, so she has always had complicated feelings about this place.

"What are they crying about? Is something wrong?" Yang Mianmian continued to ask.

The telegraph pole didn't know either: "Let's find someone to inquire about it. You should go to bed first. It's so far away, it may take a long time."

Going to the garbage dump in the middle of the night is a bit unrealistic, Yang Mianmian thought about it, and decided to go back to sleep first, and go around to have a look tomorrow if he has time.

Jing Chu asked, "Did something happen?"

"I don't know, there is crying at the garbage dump, let's go see what happened tomorrow." Yang Mianmian retracted her head under the quilt, trying to resist the faint cry, Jing Chu didn't know how loud it was , I can only cover her ears for her, gently pat her back to coax her to sleep, usually this trick is very effective, but today for some reason, Yang Mianmian just feels that she can't sleep well, and the crying sound seeps into her dream , like a ghost story.

When I woke up the next day, my eyes were black and blue, just like a giant panda.

Jing Chu felt distressed when he saw it: "Why don't you go back to sleep with me today?"

"No, I got out of class early today. I went over to see what's wrong. I've never heard such a loud cry before. It's not a person crying."

To be able to hear crying from such a distance, what happened must not be a trivial matter.

(End of this chapter)