Chapter 873: Discovering Talent, Coaxing the Dog (Part 2)
Twenty minutes later, the game was still going on.
Han Ting held his chin high, frowned, and fell into deep thought. Then he took the next step cautiously: "General."
Jiang Fuyue sat up straight, and the "soldier" moved forward to protect the "general".
Temporarily resolve the crisis.
Han Ting: "Another general."
Jiang Fuyue returned to his position as a scholar.
As a result, Han Ting reached out and ate her car!
Jiang Fuyue let out a light sigh.
Han Ting looked up and smiled foolishly at her: "Hehe..."
It took a full forty minutes before the game was finally over.
Although Jiang Fuyue won in the end, it was not as easy as defeating the old man.
Han Ting scratched his head, not feeling discouraged: "I told you my skills weren't good enough. Look, I lost, and it took me so long..."
He thought it was normal to decide the winner in ten or twenty minutes like the old man did.
Little do people know that the more difficult the opponent is and the more evenly matched the two sides are, the longer it will take.
"How long have you been learning?" Jiang Fuyue suddenly asked.
"Ah? What to learn?" Han Ting was not in the mood.
"Chess."
"En..." He thought for a moment, "Two months? Yes, more than two months, less than three months, what's wrong?"
Jiang Fuyue's expression suddenly became complicated.
"sister?"
"It's okay, you're very talented."
“……?”
Once upon a time, Ye Qianji said that Lou Mingyue had excellent talent in learning chess.
But now Jiang Fuyue can feel that Han Ting’s talent in chess, at least in chess, should be better than hers.
After all, she couldn't play chess at this level when she learned it for two or three months in her previous life.
Han Ting was a little confused and didn't believe it at all. He thought his sister was just comforting him.
But he still appreciated the favor and gave Jiang Fuyue a grateful smile.
Jiang Fuyue knew he had misunderstood, so she didn't explain. She just asked, "Do you like chess?"
"I didn't like it before when I didn't understand it, but after I learned the rules, I found it quite fun. It's like that decapitation game, eliminating the minions along the way and then killing the big boss in the end. Of course, if you're at a high level, you can also perform airborne assassinations..."
When talking about games, the child's eyes light up and he looks very excited.
After Han Ting went upstairs to his room, Jiang Fuyue found Han Shen.
"Yueyue? Why are you here?" Han Shen was quite surprised to see Jiang Fuyue coming to the study to find him.
She didn't waste any words and simply told him about her chess game with Han Ting.
Han Shen didn't quite understand. His bewildered expression was exactly the same as Han Ting's. They were indeed father and son. "...Chess? When did you, brat, learn to play chess?"
Aren’t you holding that broken basketball all day?
Jiang Fuyue's mouth twitched. How little attention did he pay to his son?
Are you sure it's your biological child?
Jiang Fuyue said it again solemnly: "Han Ting can play chess, and he is very talented in this area."
"Him? He's talented? Yueyue, stop joking..." Han Shen waved his hands, as if he heard a funny joke.
Jiang Fuyue's face was slightly stern: "Uncle, do you think I'm joking?"
Han Shen's smile froze, his eyes slightly stunned. Meeting her serious gaze, it took him a while to react: "...Really?"
"Um."
"But I still don't quite believe it. That brat has been a bad boy since he was a child. This..." Suddenly tell him that the kid is actually quite outstanding?
To be honest, Han Shen is a man who has seen a lot of ups and downs, but he still felt caught off guard and unbelievable.
Perhaps he had suffered too many disappointments and gradually lost hope. He didn't even think of passing the position of heir to Han Ting. He would hire professional managers to manage the company when he retired.
Han Shen: "Maybe he just stumbled upon it by accident? Or maybe he's just a little bit better? As for talent... I don't think so, right?"
"Uncle, he almost beat me." Jiang Fuyue reminded him word by word.
Han Shen froze, then lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.
After a long moment, he raised his eyes again, his dark pupils gleaming with a faint light. "Yueyue, did you say Ating has a high talent?"
"yes."
"How high?"
"Worthy of a national player."
Han Shen was shocked.
…
After saying what needed to be said, Jiang Fuyue left the study and returned to her room.
After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, I picked up the phone on the dressing table and found that there were three missed calls, all from the same person!
She quickly called back. After a beep, the other end answered quickly, but did not speak.
Okay! I'm angry.
"...Professor Xie?" Jiang Fuyue asked tentatively, her voice sweet but cool, with a hint of soothing care: "Are you asleep?"
"……No."
"Look at the moon tonight, it's so beautiful..." Uh!
The moment Jiang Fuyue looked at the sky through the window, her words stopped abruptly.
Because there is no moon tonight.
The other end obviously noticed it and sighed softly: "Even those perfunctory people don't know how to find a better topic."
"How can I be perfunctory? I'm obviously just trying to coax you."
"Coo, coax me?"
"Yeah, you're angry, and it's my fault. Shouldn't I comfort you?"
On the other end, Xie Dingyuan held up his cell phone and his ears suddenly turned red.
Well, the phone screen temperature must be too high!
"I'm sorry, I went home and left my phone upstairs in the room, so I didn't hear your call."
Suddenly, Xie Dingyuan was like a wilted ball, all the energy gone.
"I heard from Professor Xu and Professor Peter that you left the lab this afternoon and haven't answered the phone. I thought something happened..."
Jiang Fuyue doesn't answer the phone, usually because she is at work and her phone is on silent mode or turned off.
But when he was not working, he still didn't answer the phone. No wonder Xie Dingyuan was worried.
"I'm glad you're okay."
"You home?"
Xie Dingyuan: "Yeah. What about you?"
"Me too."
The man's Adam's apple rolled: "Have you finished your shower? In the room?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Yeah."
"Then... can we video chat?"
"OK."
The two hung up the phone and switched to video chatting.
The moment the call was connected, Jiang Fuyue, wearing a pink suspender nightgown, appeared on the screen. The dim yellow light shone on the girl's thin white shoulders, shattering them into a piece of tenderness.
A slender neck, delicate collarbone, and skin as smooth and white as milk jelly.
The man was stunned.
Gudong——
He swallowed helplessly.
Jiang Fuyue blinked: "Are you thirsty?"
"Thirsty... and hot."
“?” It’s already late autumn, how can it still be hot?
Oh, I guess Xie Dingyuan is like her, the floor heating is on in the room, isn’t she also wearing a nightgown?
The two chatted for a while.
During this period, Xie Dingyuan's eyes were wandering, and every time he touched the screen, his gaze would bounce away.
Jiang Fuyue: "...Do you have anything else to do?"
She knew that this person had obsessive-compulsive disorder. He probably hadn't completed today's task yet, but he was too embarrassed to hang up the phone, so he was very restless.
Xie Dingyuan: "...What?"
Jiang Fuyue understood this feeling very well. She was the same as him. She should finish today's work today.
"Then go get busy. Go to bed early after you're done. Good night!"
After saying that, the call ended.
Xie Dingyuan: “?” This?
…
The next day when Jiang Fuyue went downstairs, she saw Han Shen and Han Ting, father and son, already sitting in the restaurant having breakfast.
The atmosphere between father and son was not pleasant.
Han Ting finally got a weekend off and finally got to sleep in. He was not like his uncle, who could stay at home like a pig and sleep as long as he wanted except for filming.
Therefore, he especially cherishes the time to sleep in during holidays and weekends. But this morning, for some reason, his father rushed into the bedroom and pulled him out of bed?
Han Ting was dazed at the time, his eyes blurred with sleepiness, and he looked drowsy.
He thought he was dreaming, so he waved a fly-shooing gesture at his father: Go away, go away, I'm so annoyed...
Seeing that he couldn't wake him up, Han Shen simply took action.
After being spanked twice, Han Ting finally came to his senses.
I looked at the time and it was only seven fifty!
"...Dad, are you crazy?" asked the soul.
The response he got was a loving coin from his father, which made him scream.
"Get up, wash up, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to clean yourself up, then go downstairs for breakfast."
Han Ting sat on the bed with a lot of resentment, his hair was a mess, and he felt like he had no desire to live.
"Oh, by the way," Han Shen turned back and reminded him before leaving: "Dress formally. That custom-made white tuxedo is nice."
Han Ting: Is he really sick? He can't be attending a banquet so early in the morning, right? Why would he wear a tuxedo?
In the end, his elbow still couldn't twist his thigh, so Han Ting could only go downstairs dressed properly.
At this moment, he was eating a sandwich while complaining loudly: "Dad, where are you taking me dressed like this? It's not a blind date, is it? Are you finally going to sell me to another wealthy family to be a son-in-law in marriage?!"
“…Something’s going on.”
(End of this chapter)
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