MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

  Chapter 8 Let's play chess! dad

   "You could have won a long time ago, why did you leave like this?"

  With Master Hu's eyesight and chess skills, he can naturally detect the abnormality of Qian Quan.

   "I'm sorry Master Hu, I'm not in the right shape today." Qian Quan's chess play just now was actually a bit impolite.

   "Can you say something?"

   "Some small things, I'll digest them myself." Qian Quan has never been a person who communicates with others.

   Master Hu nodded slightly, and said: "No matter what it is, you should remember one sentence, this world works like this, the winner takes all, and the loser is out, just like chess."

   "So, after the loser is out, will he still be stepped on by the winner from time to time?" Qian Quan asked with a faint smile.

   Master Hu did not answer immediately, but stared at Qian Quan. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes, everyone has a hidden tendency to be domineering and oppress others. We cannot underestimate people's malice."

  When Lord Hu said this, his expression had a detachment of vicissitudes and insight into the world, which was somewhat incoherent with the image of the amiable and down-to-earth old man next door.

   "I understand." Qian Quan stood up, "Then Master Hu, let's stop here today and continue tomorrow?"

   "Well, I have guests later."

  Qian Quan bid farewell and was about to leave when Master Hu stopped him again: "Young man, what's your name?"

   "My name is Qian Quan."

   "Qian Quan?" Master Hu looked Qian Quan up and down, "What a young man, but the name is a bit revealing, do you have a nickname?"

   "My nickname is Stone."

   "Stone? Okay, it's better to call it a stone, just enough to hold it down."

   "Thank you." Qian Quan smiled.

  After Qian Quan left, Liang Wanjun reported the situation to Master Hu.

   "What do you think of him?" Master Hu asked.

   "Courageous and resourceful, young and energetic." Liang Wanjun commented.

   "You should be vigorous when you are young," Master Hu said with a smile, "I haven't met an opponent who can kill me in chess for many years."

   "You didn't let him?"

"No."

   "That's really not easy, you have won against professional chess players."

   "Green comes out of blue," Master Hu took a sip of tea from his cup, "I just gave him a photoshoot, he is really a young man, and his future is limitless."

   Liang Wanjun said seriously: "Then I'll ask someone to investigate the origins of those three people again, help him solve this trouble completely, and formally form a good relationship with him."

   "No, a business card is enough." Master Hu said with a smile on his face, "Also, Xiaoyu will be here soon, have you made arrangements for the training partner?"

   "It's been arranged."

  …

   "Excuse me, if he asks, just show him the business card."

  In the KFC store, the bald man cursed dissatisfiedly while eating chicken legs.

  Before Sun Shaokang asked the three of them to come to find Qian Quan, he actually did not disclose to them the information that Qian Quan knew Liang Wanjun, which made the three of them quite passive and almost made a big mistake.

   "You said that he is a student, how did he know Liang Wanjun?" The short and thin young man looked puzzled.

  The handsome young man who had remained silent all this time continued with a deadpan expression: "We shouldn't underestimate anyone, and..."

  The young man hesitated to speak.

   "And what?" the bald man asked.

   "Also, even if Liang Wanjun doesn't show up, he still has a knife in his hand."

   "You mean—he could actually use a knife?"

   "Yes." The young man nodded resolutely.

  The three fell silent, secretly thinking about the same question:

   If there was a real fight just now, who would he kill?

  …

   Sitting on the bus, Qian Quan has slowly calmed down.

   His mind still echoed Master Hu's words "The winner takes all, the loser is out", and it was related to himself...

  It was not enough that the goddess I once admired was taken away and teased by them in front of the whole class, but I was also harassed and abused by these inexplicable hooligans they arranged.

  Just because they have money and resources, they can manipulate you condescendingly and trample on you repeatedly.

  An irresistible impulse sprouted in Qian Quan's heart—

  He doesn't want to encounter this kind of thing again.

  He's going to be the winner!

  The fact that he couldn't stab the bald man's mouth with a knife today doesn't mean the matter is over.

  He will keep this account firmly in mind, and it will be settled in the future.

   As for the moment...

  He wants to put an end to this matter.

  The bus arrived at the Guangming Town bus station. He got off the bus and went to the fruit shop to buy a fruit basket. Instead of going home, he took a taxi directly to Sun Shaokang's house in Changxu.

  …

   "Liang Wanjun? I didn't know he knew Liang Wanjun."

  Sun Shaokang, who had just sent Song Xi home, drove his BMW home. On the way, he called the three friends to inquire about the situation, but was questioned in a moderate manner by the other party.

"Forget it, it's not important anymore. Liang Wanjun personally made this peacemaker and handed us his business card. We have to give him face. I think this matter will be over." The bald man who doesn't drink is still quite rational of.

"okay, I get it."

  Sun Shaokang is also in a daze now. He often contacts with people in society, so he has naturally heard the story of the ruthless brother Jun, but how did Qian Quan and Jun know each other?

  They are two totally incompatible people.

  Mumbling all the way back home, the car just stopped at the door of the house, when he saw a scene that made him stunned—

  Qian Quan was walking out of his house.

  What is he doing here?

   Directly to the door?

   I don't know whether it's because of a guilty conscience or because he was frightened by Liang Wanjun's news just now, Sun Shaokang sat in the car looking at Qian Quan, and didn't dare to get out for a while.

  Qian Quan seemed to recognize his car, stopped, stood there and stared at him for a while, then walked away without saying hello.

  Sun Shaokang calmed down for a long time before driving the car into the garage.

When I got home, I saw Qian Quan’s fruit basket. Before he could ask, his father said to him, “You had a high school classmate named Qian Quan who came to see you just now. I told him you were not at home, and he came back, young man. She was very polite and brought a fruit basket when she came to the door.”

   "Did he say what he came to me for?"

   "I didn't say what I was doing, so I just stopped by and took a look. Thank you, and said that you specially arranged someone to take care of his business after you learned that he was working in a KFC store." Grandfather's tone was appreciative.

  Sun Shaokang was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then said: "Oh, this matter, I actually made a special trip. I will send him a message later."

  Sun Shaokang looked at the fruit basket and thought, this is not a fruit basket, it is clearly a warning.

  If it was before today, he would feel that Qian Quan came to deliver the fruit basket to beg for mercy, and begged himself to let him go, but after learning about his relationship with Liang Wanjun, the fruit basket had a different meaning.

  Of course he would not really take the initiative to contact Qian Quan, because that would represent a show of weakness;

  However, he also didn't want Qian Quan to contact him again.

   It's best to stop here.

  …

  Qian Quan came home and saw his father playing chess with Ding Linlang.

  Both ignored him.

  Qian Quan didn't bother them either, and moved a chair to sit by and watch the battle.

  The battle situation on the chessboard has come to an end, and Ding Linlang has not lost the wind.

   "You can play this game well." Qian Quan couldn't help but praised Ding Linlang.

   "Uncle gave me a rook." Ding Linlang said, staring at the chessboard.

   "I said so." Qian Quan smiled.

  Qian Wenlin glanced at his son and asked, "Who do you think will win this game?"

   "Evaluation now will only disturb the morale of the army, and I will watch the game without saying a word." Qian Quan remained neutral.

  Qian Wenlin said with relief: "You are getting closer and closer to the way of chess, not bad."

   After seven or eight moves, Ding Linlang was defeated.

   "Lin Lang, you have made great progress. It seems that I bought the chess book correctly." Qian Wenlin won this game not easily.

  Ding Linlang frowned slightly, still reviewing where he went wrong just now.

   "Don't think about it, I'll go through it again and you have a look."

  Qian Quan said while playing chess, quickly restored the endgame just now, looked up at his father: "Dad, go again?"

  Qian Wenlin readily agreed.

  The two fell into the chess game.

  Ding Linlang became a bystander, and then she watched Qian Quan win Uncle Qian step by step.

  (end of this chapter)