Mrs. Mo prepared three dishes and a soup. Neither Mr. Mo nor Mrs. Mo ate much. Two-thirds of the dishes and soup went into Luo Yu's stomach. Looking at the clean dishes with no food left, Mr. Mo was dumbfounded and couldn't help asking Luo Yu, "Xiaoyu, didn't you have breakfast this morning?"

"Yes, the food my mother cooked was delicious, so I couldn't help but eat a little more." Luo Yu was embarrassed to say that he had been eating so much recently.

Old Master Mo muttered, "No matter how delicious this is, it's not as delicious as what you made yourself. Besides, you're eating so much, aren't you afraid of getting too full?"

Mrs. Mo gave Mr. Mo a fierce look and said, "What are you talking about? Young people are still growing, so it's normal to eat more. Being able to eat is a blessing." After that, Mrs. Mo said to Luo Yu with a smile, "Don't listen to your father. I'll make another dish tonight. It's best to eat enough. Don't starve yourself. Eat as much as you can, okay?"

"I understand." Luo Yu smiled back.

After taking an hour-long nap at noon, I went to the chess gym with Mr. Mo again in the afternoon. This time, Mr. Zhou and the others seemed to have arrived very early. Standing between them was a middle-aged man in a suit.

"Xiao Zhao is here. I heard that you won the championship in this chess competition, right? It seems that your chess skills have improved again." Old Master Mo seemed to know the middle-aged man and greeted him skillfully.

"Mr. Mo, you are too kind. The world of chess is vast and profound. I still have a long way to go!" said the middle-aged man modestly.

"Okay, stop being so polite. Let me introduce you. This is my daughter-in-law, Luo Yu. You can play a few hands with her this afternoon." After introducing Luo Yu to the middle-aged man, Mr. Mo said to Luo Yu, "This is the owner of this chess hall. His name is Zhao Changqi. He is also the president of the Chinese Chess Association. The previous president was his teacher. He just participated in the World Chess Championship abroad. His strength is among the top five in our country."

Oh? The president of the Chess Association? Luo Yu looked at Zhao Changqi with interest. Although he was wearing a dark blue suit and had an ordinary appearance, he gave off a very steady feeling.

"So you are Mr. Mo's daughter-in-law. Hello. I heard from the seniors that you are very powerful. It seems that I have to give my all later." Zhao Changqi said with a smile.

"Please give me your guidance." The champion of the World Chess Championship? Luo Yu also wanted to know how big the gap was between him and Zhao Changqi.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating the match between Luo Yu and Zhao Changqi. From the start, the two began testing each other. Noticing neither side had taken the offensive, Luo Yu immediately took the initiative, while Zhao Changqi immediately defended and then counterattacked. The two engaged in a back-and-forth, each capturing a piece. Zhao Changqi remained expressionless, but Luo Yu's expression grew increasingly serious.

The first game lasted for half an hour. Both players were very fast. Luo Yu, who was originally on the offensive, was forced to start defending halfway through the game. He never had a chance to attack. In the end, he was directly "checkmated" by Zhao Changqi.

Luo Yu lost. Old Man Mo was afraid that he would not be able to accept this fact, so he quickly comforted him: "Xiao Zhao is a ninth-dan chess player. It's not unfair for you to lose to him. The last time Old Zhou played against him, he couldn't last more than fifteen minutes."

"Yes, Xiao Zhao is a professional ninth-dan. Only those who are professional eighth-dan can last for half an hour under his hands, not even those who are professional seventh-dan. Luo boy, you are already very good." Grandpa Zhou also comforted Luo Yu, and the other old men who were there this morning also began to comfort him.

Luo Yu was a bit amused and confused. He wasn't that fragile, after all. However, this was also the good intention of the elders, so Luo Yu could only smile and nod. Then he started playing the second game with Zhao Changqi.

Initially, Zhao Changqi, considering Luo Yu's youth and the consolation he'd received from the elders, thought he couldn't handle the loss, and he lamented the fragility of today's youth. However, after the second game, he noticed Luo Yu wasn't flustered at all; he even played better than before. He couldn't help but feel a bit surprised, and he realized that the tactics he'd used in the first game didn't work against Luo Yu in the second, forcing him to adopt a new offensive strategy.

Luo Yu lost the second game again, but this time the game lasted even longer, more than forty minutes.

At the start of the third game, Zhao Changqi's relaxed demeanor turned a bit serious. He noticed that Luo Yu's chess skills were actually improving. How could he possibly be learning while playing? Zhao Changqi discovered that Luo Yu had an exceptionally good memory. Whenever he used a trap once, Luo Yu would already have figured out how to break it the second time he used it. He even used those same traps against him. He was truly terrifyingly clever.

The third game, which lasted an hour, was over. During that time, Luo Yu nearly managed a counterattack. The elderly men watching couldn't help but applaud Luo Yu. Even though he lost, it was still an honor. Remember, Luo Yu was an amateur player. Well, I heard he wasn't even amateur. Playing with Zhao Changqi for this long was a rare achievement. Not to mention that he'd accidentally caused Zhao Changqi to suffer several serious losses.

After playing the third game of chess, Luo Yu suddenly received a task from the system.

"Ding... Please defeat Zhao Changqi in chess within one month. Success will reward you with 10 attribute points. Failure will result in two random deductions from all of the host's skills below the perfect level."

"Host, this task is actually not difficult. I believe that you can do it." The system said that it was very good to Luo Yu.

"This task is not difficult, but I want to ask you, my physical attribute points seem to be 85 points, why are there only 80 points left now?" Luo Yu discovered this problem after he accidentally checked his attribute panel.

"Well..." The system hesitated for a moment, then said, "This isn't actually the Lun family's responsibility. Perhaps the host has been tired recently, so the attribute points have dropped. As long as the host gets enough rest, the attribute points will naturally return."

"Really?" Luo Yu didn't quite believe the system. "System, tell me the truth, have you been hiding something from me lately?" Luo Yu had long noticed something was amiss with his body. Not only was he eating too much, he was also very sleepy. He felt completely lazy and sometimes even felt dizzy. Despite eating so much, he wasn't gaining weight, and in fact, he was losing weight.

"No...right..." The more the system spoke, the more guilty it felt.

"Is it... not what I think?" Luo Yu became extremely serious.

The system felt its heart was about to jump out of its chest. Could it be that the host had guessed it? Indeed, such an obvious sign, how could such a clever host not have guessed it?

"Host, that's just what you look like. I just didn't tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it right away. I figured if you waited a while and discovered it yourself, you might not be so excited anymore." The system had always known that its host was very repulsed by her female identity, so it was probably even more unlikely for her to accept it. However, since the matter was settled, she had to accept it. Furthermore, the system felt that this was the best option for the current host; some things wouldn't have to be bothersome.

The system actually admitted it. Does that mean it's really what he thought? Luo Yu smiled bitterly. "It seems that genetic modification fluid isn't a panacea. It can still cause terminal illnesses after being modified. System, it looks like that genetic modification fluid needs to be improved!"

"What genetic modification fluid, what terminal illness? Host, what are you talking about? I don't understand." The system was confused.

"Aren't these recent symptoms of mine a sign of some terminal illness?" Luo Yu felt that they were somewhat like the precursors of brain cancer and hyperphagia, otherwise his physical attributes would not have dropped so drastically.

After hearing Luo Yu's guess, the system was practically crying at its host's stupidity. Clearly, its intelligence hadn't decreased, only its physical strength. Why did it feel like its host had suddenly become dumber? The signs were so obvious. Could this be what humans call "one pregnancy makes a woman stupid for three years"?

"Host, please rest assured. You are not sick. When you took the genetic modification fluid, the virus-carrying genes in your body were removed. You are very healthy now. Even a minor cold would be difficult to catch."

"Really? Stop beating around the bush and just tell me what's been going on with me lately!" Luo Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense with the system anymore.

"Uh... I suggest that the host go back tonight. While the male is here, you two should have a doctor check it out. You'll know then. Don't worry, it will be a big surprise! That's it. I'm going to watch the new TV series. Bye~"

The system immediately flashed, leaving Luo Yu bewildered. He'd asked a doctor to examine him, and he'd said he wasn't sick. What did that mean?

After losing to Zhao Changqi, the old men, seeing that Luo Yu hadn't shown any signs of dejection, enthusiastically offered to play chess with him. One of the old men had just arrived that afternoon, and his skill level was even higher than the others, reaching the level of a professional 7th dan. The game lasted a full hour and a half, and in the end, Luo Yu unexpectedly won with a slight advantage. However, Luo Yu felt that the victory was unfair, as the old man's skill level was not bad, and he had simply been careless for a moment, which was why he lost to Luo Yu.

Luo Yu decided that he must enter the virtual space and practice hard at night.

In the evening, after work, Mo Han returned to the Mo family mansion for dinner. It was already December, the true beginning of winter. In the past, Kyoto would have snowed at this time, but global temperatures have been rising in recent years, so even in this cold winter, a thicker coat is sufficient. This was the perfect time for nourishing food, so Old Lady Mo cooked a pot of a tonic soup, saying it was specially made for Luo Yu and Mo Han.

"Come on, drink it while it's hot." Old Mrs. Mo said with a smile.

These days, Uncle Zhou often made soup for Luo Yu. Although Luo Yu was a little tired of it, since it was a gift from Old Lady Mo, Luo Yu decided to finish the soup. However, after just one sip, Luo Yu's expression changed.

Mrs. Mo asked Luo Yu with a smile, "How does it taste?"

Luo Yu quickly swallowed the soup in his mouth, and then tried to smile naturally, "It tastes good."

"That's good, drink more."

Old Mrs. Mo kept looking at Luo Yu. Luo Yu hesitated and picked up the spoon again to take a sip. He originally thought that he would just swallow it hard as before. However, before he could swallow it, Luo Yu's face immediately turned pale. He covered his mouth and quickly ran to the bathroom.