"Hello, Third Master Yan."
After greeting, Su Qingyu turned to look at Master Ci'en, "Master, I would like to perform a ritual for Master Shen San on the seventh day of his death. Do you have time?"
Master Ci'en paused as he was about to make a move and subconsciously looked towards Master Yan San who was standing opposite him.
Seeing Master Yan San nodded slightly, Master Ci'en said, "When I have time, I will ask someone to prepare first. You can play this game for me."
Su Qingyu replaced Master Ci'en and sat down opposite Master Yan Sanye.
I took a closer look at the situation on the chessboard and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
Nuanyu's Go pieces felt soft in her hand, and she subconsciously placed the black piece in the position she remembered.
Master Yan San narrowed his eyes and placed the white piece.
The two of them moved one piece after another as if they didn't need to think. In less than a quarter of an hour, the winner was clear and Su Qingyu won.
But there was no joy on her face. She lowered her head and stared at the chessboard, feeling a little guilty.
In her previous life, she saw a hand-drawn chess manual in Mr. Shen Sanye's study. When she had nothing to do, she played chess with herself and memorized it all over time.
She cheated in the last round.
"Girl, you are good at chess. Let's play another game."
After three rounds in a row, Mr. Yan San's face became more and more distorted.
It wasn't because he lost the game, but because this Miss Su played chess as if she could see into his mind, or maybe their research on chess moves was the same, which was too coincidental.
Su Qingyu didn't mean to win him, but she didn't know what was wrong with Mr. Yan San's chess moves. They turned out to be the same as in the chess manual.
To ease the awkwardness, Su Qingyu asked, "Did Third Master Yan come to attend the funeral on purpose?"
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