"It's all my fault... I didn't take good care of Xiaotong, you can hit me and scold me all you want..."
Sihouxing kept his head down, frantically pulling at his hair, occasionally hitting it, and even cried, in pain and self-blame.
Ye Mingcheng came over and started crying too, but still comforted him, "It's not your fault, child, it's the fault of those bad people... Who could have imagined something like this would happen..."
“Those bad people are so hateful! Xiaotong is just a child, how could they… It’s so despicable!” Sihaoxing and Ye Mingcheng hugged each other and cried, their voices filled with indignation.
Lu Mo stared intently at him, expressionless, deep in thought.
"What exactly happened? Everyone's gone after attending a banquet, what are you guys up to... I told you there was no need for this kind of gimmick, what are you doing..." A male voice with a very heavy Pingjiang accent came over, his voice hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone, and he seemed a little exasperated.
Master Nie, wearing cotton slippers and a wrinkled plaid bathrobe, rushed into the hotel. His face was still a little pale, his hair was disheveled, and he was waving his arms rapidly as he ran.
A few days ago, the master got up early on a whim and went for a run in the park. He worked up a good sweat and felt great. He even called his friends to brag, saying that they were not allowed to laugh at him for being lazy anymore.
Before lunchtime even arrived, Master Nie developed a stuffy nose, runny nose, headache, fever, and a severe cold.
Half a week has passed and he is still not better. He is lying in bed recuperating. If it weren't for the fact that no one can help him with his urination and defecation, he probably would be too lazy to get out of bed at all.
"Tell me the specifics. Which evil spirit kidnapped my apprentice..."
Master Nie, panting heavily, shouted at the top of his lungs. When he received the call from the national team, he was lying in bed, munching on potato chips and watching Black Cat Detective with great interest. Upon hearing that his beloved disciple was in trouble, he was so frightened that he rolled off the bed and rushed out disheveled, followed by his nanny.
"Oh dear...you really have no manners! You should at least comb your hair before going out!"
The nanny was a kind-looking, plump woman who was Master Nie's cousin from his hometown. She held a sandalwood comb tightly in her hand and looked at Master Nie helplessly. Other people's old age is like a child, but hers has never grown up in his entire life.
Master Nie snatched the comb, haphazardly combed his hair a few times, turning it from a bird's nest to a dog's nest, then pointed the comb at a dignified-looking middle-aged man in the crowd and shouted, "Tell me, what exactly happened!"
The middle-aged man who was named was the head of the national Go team, a position that was not low, but he didn't dare to utter a sound in front of Master Nie and obediently told what had happened.
"Master, could it be a competitor?" the middle-aged man whispered, guessing.
Master Nie glared fiercely and said decisively, "Impossible! No chess player would do such a thing. If they don't even have good character, how can they talk about sportsmanship!"
The small board of Go is like the vast universe, and an excellent Go player must have a heart as broad as the universe. He would never try to destroy his opponent just because he is not as skilled as him. Such a person does not deserve to be a Go player.
The master's words were resounding and everyone heard them; the chess players all nodded in agreement.
Only Sihouxing, who was still sobbing uncontrollably, flickered his eyes, lowered his head even further, and began to hypnotize himself—
If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be punished by heaven and earth.
What a load of rubbish! He only cares about climbing the ladder, and he'll remove every obstacle in his path!
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