Jiang Weixian has changed a lot compared to before. When he was not restrained by Bai Han and Jiang Zhijie, he was a little naughty. Although he sometimes made mistakes, he was lively and active.

Now he has become very dull, and the lively light in his eyes has disappeared. He curled up in the sofa beside Bai Han, not talking to others, and only responded to others' words.

Not only Chu Xia saw that Jiang Weixian was not in a good state, but Zhang Lu and Cen Huaian, who often played with him, could see that he was wrong.

They looked at each other, with the same worry in their eyes.

Zhang Lu stood up from the sofa, smiled and pulled Jiang Weixian: "Weixian, An'an and I are going to play with Brother Youxuan, you come with us."

Jiang Weixian's eyes moved, and just as he was about to open his mouth, Bai Han pulled his arm back, raised his head and said to Zhang Lu calmly: "Lulu, you and An'an go play, Weixian doesn't know how to play chess. I won't join you in the fun."

The light in Jiang Weixian's eyes dimmed again, and his head continued to lower, feeling dull like a puppet.

Zhang Lu's eyes became more worried. But Bai Han was the elder, and Jiang Weixian was her son, so Zhang Lu couldn't force Jiang Weixian to go.

At this time, Grandpa Jiang spoke: "Bai Han, playing chess is an elegant activity that cultivates people's minds. It's boring for Weixian to sit in the living room with adults. Let him go out and play with his brothers and sisters."

Grandpa Jiang didn't want to interfere with Bai Han's child discipline, but he couldn't just watch Bai Han discipline Jiang Weixian to the point where he didn't behave like a normal child.

The elders had spoken, and Bai Han had to let Jiang Weixian go out even if he was reluctant. But Jiang Weixian didn't have to study today, so Bai Han's reluctance was not that great.

As soon as they left Grandpa Jiang's house, Zhang Lu pulled Jiang Weixian and asked, "How are you doing in the junior high school you transferred to? I don't think you're happy at all."

Jiang Weixian looked at Zhang Lu, pouted, and tears seemed to flow from her eyes: "Sister, I'm so tired."

He didn't walk any further, but sat on the green stone in front of Grandpa Jiang's door. They often played here when they were young.

Zhang Lu stood beside him, with distress in her eyes, and said anxiously, "I'll go talk to your mother and tell her not to force you anymore!"

As she said that, she was about to walk into the yard. Zhang Lu always kept her word and was fearless.

"No!" Jiang Weixian quickly reached out and held her, and Cen Huaian also held her other arm.

"Sister, if you go now, it will only make Weixian's situation worse."

Zhang Lu knew this, but seeing Jiang Weixian in such pain, she really didn't know what to do.

She scratched her head with a headache, and her short hair was even more messy.

"Sister, Brother An An is right, you can't look for my mother."

Jiang Weixian was really about to suffocate.

If it weren't for the National Day holiday these days, and if Grandpa hadn't asked everyone in the family to come over, he would still be locked up at home to study, without any time for himself.

He has no friends now, no entertainment, and only study in his life. He studies whenever he opens his eyes, and there is no room to breathe.

"How could my aunt do this?"

Zhang Lu listened to her, sympathetic and angry: "A mule needs a carrot to pull the millstone, and studying alone will make you stupid."

Jiang Weixian nodded in agreement, looking at Zhang Lu pitifully: "Sister, I think I'm going to be stupid too."

Cen Huaian also frowned beside him: "Improvement of academic performance requires gradual progress and a combination of work and rest. Studying all day long will have the opposite effect."

Jiang Weixian nodded even more in agreement, holding her head and burying it in the gap between her knees and said: "Not only have my grades not improved, but they are getting worse and worse. My mother is even more strict with my studies."

This is a vicious cycle. The more you push, the worse you learn, and the worse you learn, the more you push.

Zhang Lu and Cen Huaian had no choice, because Jiang Weixian and they did not have the same parents.

The three of them sat in a row by the wall, sighing in unison, with three wrinkled faces and the same expression on their faces.

Jiang Weixian said, "If I had known it would be like this, I would never have touched the slot machine."

He has such a life now, all because of playing slot machines.

Cen Huaian and Zhang Lu patted his shoulders together, it is not too late to know that it is wrong now.

Jiang Weixian looked at Zhang Lu and Cen Huaian with envy: "My mother told me to take the exam for No. 4 Middle School in the future."

Zhang Lu and Jiang Weixian were both in No. 4 Middle School, and they passed the exam easily. Jiang Weixian thought, it would be great if he could have the same good grades as them.

"Then you work hard." Zhang Lu asked Jiang Weixian about his current grades. After listening, his eyebrows wrinkled even more: "Weixian, I think your mother is forcing you."

Cen Huaian: "I think so too."

Jiang Weixian's current grades are good enough for him to be admitted to a regular high school, let alone No. 4 Middle School.

It seems that the slot machine has really dragged down his grades a lot, and his current state is not right, and it is estimated that he has not learned much.

Jiang Weixian's expression became even more bitter and resentful. If only his mother had such a clear understanding of him, she would not force him to study so hard.

The three children continued to sit by the wall with their chins in their hands and sighed. After thinking about it, they could not think of any good way to solve Jiang Weixian's dilemma.

At Grandpa Chiang's house, Grandpa Chiang asked Second Uncle Chiang and Jiang Zhijie to go to the study with him.

"Dad."

"Grandpa."

Grandpa Chiang asked them to sit down, not looking serious, just like talking casually: "Second brother, Zhijie, you should know why I asked you to come in."

Second Uncle Chiang and Jiang Zhijie nodded: "Is it because of the first thing?"

"Yes." Grandpa Chiang poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back in the chair and took a sip, and said slowly: "People often say that a man who is neither stupid nor deaf cannot be a patriarch. This is already the fourth generation. I shouldn't care, but I can't watch the child being taught by you to the point that he has lost his popularity and pretend not to see it. You are not loving the child, you are destroying him!"

Second Uncle Chiang is actually a typical male chauvinist, and he doesn't care much about the education of children at home.

Besides, Jiang Weixian was a generation older than him, and he would not interfere with his education, so he was shocked when he heard what Grandpa Jiang said.

"Dad, it can't be that serious, right?"

Grandpa Jiang didn't look at him, but looked at Jiang Zhijie: "You keep Weixian at home to study every day, has his grades improved?"

Jiang Zhijie shook his head and frowned, saying, "It didn't improve, it even declined."

Grandpa Jiang looked unsurprised, "I guess that's it. Your education method is wrong."

Grandpa Jiang was really old and his energy was not enough. Sometimes when he was teaching Cen Huaian how to play chess, he felt that his physical strength could not keep up, and his waist could not bear it after sitting for a long time.

"People are not cats or dogs, how can they be locked up at home all the time? Even if they were cats or dogs, they would go crazy if they were locked up at home all the time..."

Grandpa Jiang raised several children in his family and educated them all to become talents. He also taught students in school for many years, so he naturally understood children's psychology better than Jiang Zhijie and Bai Han, and knew better how to educate children well.

He taught Jiang Zhijie how to discipline a child according to Jiang Weixian's temperament.

Jiang Zhijie listened with a thoughtful look on his face.

Grandpa Jiang drank a sip of tea: "If you don't want to ruin the child, just do as I say."

If Bai Han and Jiang Zhijie still forced Jiang Weixian to study as before, problems would arise sooner or later.

"Grandpa, I know."

After coming out of the study, Jiang Ershu's brows never relaxed, and Jiang Zhijie also looked thoughtful.

Chuxia looked at the two of them, turned back and whispered to Cen Zhengnian: "Did Grandpa tell them about Weixian?"

Cen Zhengnian fed the shrimp he was peeling into her mouth, and took another shrimp, lowered his eyes, and peeled it carefully with his white and slender fingers, as if he was making a work of art.

"It's highly likely."

Cen Zhengnian's relationship with his second uncle Jiang's family was not as deep as his relationship with his eldest uncle Jiang's family, and his relationship with Jiang Zhijie was even weaker.

Chuxia swallowed the shrimp and skipped the topic. Except for Grandpa Jiang, no one else could interfere in Jiang Weixian's affairs.

"I want to eat that crab." Chuxia pointed to a plate of steamed crabs not far away.

Cen Zhengnian put the shrimp he had peeled in his hand on the corner of Chuxia's mouth. He said "hmm" and reached out to peel the crab.

After the National Day, it is estimated that Grandpa Jiang's words worked. Cen Huaian and Zhang Lu will go to Grandpa's house again on Sunday and they will be able to see Jiang Weixian.

Jiang Weixian's condition has also improved a lot.

In mid-October, the corn planted in the villages in the southern suburbs of Beijing began to be harvested. The lively sounds of farmers harvesting grain could be heard in the research institute.

Chuxia also took Cen Huaian to experience the feeling of breaking corn, and agreed with the surrounding farmers that they would help break corn for free, and no one was unwilling.

In fact, even if Chuxia didn't take An An to experience it, he would not waste food because of his childhood experiences.

After helping others break corn for two hours, Chuxia's hands were pricked by the corn leaves and had many red marks, which were itchy and painful.

Cen Huaian also had these red marks on his face and hands, because they had never done farm work and their skin was too tender. The villagers who did farm work with them would not be like this.

Chuxia took out the ointment she made to treat allergies and applied it to her and Cen Huaian. Soon the itching sensation went away.

"An'an, let's have the fruits of our labor for today's meal - corn grits porridge."

The villagers who helped them with the work were very nice. They didn't complain that they worked too slowly. When they left, they gave each of them a basket of corn.

Chuxia borrowed the village mill and ground the corn grits to make porridge at home. If you add some sweet potatoes to it, it will be very fragrant.

When Cen Zhengnian went home, Chuxia even took credit for it and said to him, "Today's corn grits were earned by An'an and I through hard work."

Cen Zhengnian took off his coat and said with a smile, "Then I must taste it carefully."

I don't know if it was because she broke the corn herself, but Chuxia drank today's porridge especially sweetly, and Cen Huaian also drank it very fragrantly.

She held the bowl, took a sip and swallowed it with satisfaction, then looked up at Cen Zhengnian: "Is this porridge better than the cornmeal porridge you buy?"

Cen Zhengnian nodded with a smile in his eyes: "Yes, it has a special food aroma."

Chuxia's eyes widened, and she looked at him and asked: "What aroma?"

"The aroma of labor."

Chuxia laughed and nodded proudly: "Of course, it's the income from An An's and my labor, how can it not have the aroma of labor."

The next day, Chuxia went to the hospital for a consultation. She still didn't have as many patients as Dr. Yan. But there was no shortage of patients every day, and Chuxia was very satisfied.

At noon, Chuxia and Feng Xiaoyuan walked out of the hospital together after finishing their consultation.

After Feng Xiaoyuan came back from the aid project, she also had the qualification to see patients alone in the hospital. The Chinese medicine clinic had one more doctor, and Chuxia had one less day on the shift schedule, so she could have one more day off a week.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the hospital gate, a couple came up to them, wiping their sweat and placing the sacks they were carrying in front of Chuxia. They smiled honestly and said, "Doctor Luo, this is corn grits and corn flour made from the corn we grew ourselves. It smells so good. We specially sent you a bag to try."

The wife of the couple was the woman with ascites that Chuxia had cured. The two of them rubbed their hands nervously, their eyes full of sincere gratitude to Chuxia.

"No, no, I don't want it. Thank you."

"No, Doctor Luo, you must try it. This is our gift."

Chu Xia still refused: "I'm a doctor. It's my duty to cure illnesses and save lives. Besides, you have already paid for the medicine. I really can't take your things."

"Doctor Luo, this is different from the medicine. You saved me, which means you saved our family. This bag of corn is not as important as your life. We put it here for you. You must eat it when you go home!"

The couple let go of the sack and turned around and ran away. Chu Xia couldn't catch up with them. She couldn't even carry the bag of corn to give it to them.

Chuxia looked at the sack in front of her with a headache, then looked at the couple running away, and held her forehead helplessly: "This..."

Feng Xiaoyuan opened the sack and looked closer. There were two small bags full of corn grits and corn flour. They were ground very finely without any sand or dirt. They looked like they were carefully selected.

At noon, many doctors and nurses went back and forth at the door to go home or to the cafeteria for lunch. Many people saw the rejection between Chuxia and the couple.

They looked at Chu Xia with kind smiles, and the doctor said to Chu Xia: "Is this the first time you receive thanks from a patient? You will get used to it in the future."

Feng Xiaoyuan tied the sack again and jumped to Chu Xia's side, with a look of admiration and envy: "Senior sister, you are really amazing! I hope I can cure more patients in the future!"

Chu Xia patted her shoulder: "I will."

However, Chuxia didn't know when she would be able to finish

the sack of food after she got it home. Besides, her free clinics in rural areas were inseparable from the hospital's aid projects. The couple also wanted to thank the hospital for meeting her. Therefore, Chuxia decided to hand over the sack of corn grain to the doctor's canteen of the hospital so that everyone could eat the food that the patients thanked.

Chuxia went to the canteen to find the person in charge, and soon two chefs came and took the sack of food away.

Chuxia also specifically instructed them to remember to call her to eat when the food was ready. The patient's kindness could not be let down.

In the afternoon, Chuxia went to work at the hospital and was teased by Dr. Yan, who asked her how she felt about receiving a thank-you gift from a patient.

Chuxia thought about it carefully and said, "I am happy and satisfied. I feel that my medical skills have not been learned in vain. But I also feel a kind of panic, afraid of disappointing the patients' expectations."

Doctor Yan nodded. When he cured a critically ill patient for the first time, he felt similar to Chuxia.

"It's right to have this mentality. A good doctor must have a sense of awe for life and remember to learn all the time to improve medical skills."

Later, Chuxia didn't encounter patients who sent gifts, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But she worked harder in reading medical books.

In addition to studying, high school students will have all kinds of emotional changes. Even in key classes, this is the case. While everyone is studying hard, they will also pay attention to who is in love with whom and who is with whom.

But these have nothing to do with Zhang Lu and Cen Huaian.

One of them was still in the dark, and the other was too young, so neither of them would pay attention to these things.

But Zhang Lu had many friends, and her female friends often shared with her who they liked and who they wanted to be with, and would ask Zhang Lu to help them send love letters.

Zhang Lu refused all of them: "You don't even want to send love letters yourself, how can you say you like someone? Forget it."

Tang Song sat behind Zhang Lu, and when he heard her say this, he clenched the paper in the tablecloth with his hands, and his lowered eyes made it difficult to see the changes in his emotions.

"But it's embarrassing to be rejected. Lulu, if you send a love letter and get rejected, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Zhang Lu waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "No. Who says that if you like someone, that person will definitely like you. And it's very brave to express your love. Whoever dares to laugh is vulgar, you don't have to feel ashamed. But I won't send love letters to others. High school is a great time to study. I won't waste my youth on this kind of thing. I want to get into the best university! Right, An An?"

Cen Huaian said "hmm". He also wants to get into the best university.

Tang Song slowly loosened the paper in his hand and stuffed it back into the innermost of the tabletop, concentrating on doing the question in front of him that he hadn't written a line on. Zhang Lu

has also received many love letters, and she returned all the letters with names written on them, saying that she would not fall in love now.

If there were no names on the letters, she would take them home.

A friend asked her, "If you don't like them, why do you keep them?"

Zhang Lu: "These are people's thoughts. Even if you don't like them, you can't waste them. Of course you have to keep them!" She looked righteous and stuffed another love letter into her bag while saying this.

No one sent love letters to Cen Huaian because he was too young. The first-year high school students looked at him like their own brother. How could they be moved? This was true no matter how good Cen Huaian's grades were or how good-looking he was.

Cen Huaian, Zhang Lu, and Tang Song all joined the school's Olympiad class. In addition to normal classes every week, they also had Olympiad classes every evening. The teacher who taught the class was their head teacher, Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang taught high school Olympiad knowledge one day and tested them the next. He made all the questions himself, which were more profound and difficult than those made by the Olympiad math teacher in Chuxia Junior High School.

In every class test, Cen Huaian was the first to finish and hand in the paper, and he could get all the answers right, which beat all the Olympiad math students in the same class.

Teacher Jiang's always smiling face smiled more gently at Cen Huaian.

"Cen Huaian, come to my office."

Teacher Jiang sat on his chair and poured two glasses of water, one for Cen Huaian: "Don't be nervous, sit down and we'll talk."

Cen Huaian was not nervous, he sat down as Teacher Jiang asked, holding the enamel pot in his hand, the water inside was steaming.

"Cen Huaian, have you ever taken an IQ test?"

Cen Huaian shook his head: "No."

Teacher Jiang touched his chin and looked at him thoughtfully: "I suspect you are a genius, and your IQ may be very high."

Cen Huaian was relieved. It turned out that Teacher Jiang came to him for this matter. He nodded and said: "Teacher, I know. My mother said I am a genius."

Chu Xia often told Cen Huaian that when they were still Cen Zhengnian, they were geniuses, and she was the normal one at home. As a result, her family rubbed her IQ to the ground.

Teacher Jiang laughed out loud: "Your mother's claim that you are a genius has no scientific basis."

Cen Huaian shook his head: "No need for scientific basis, I am the best evidence."

Teacher Jiang was stunned for a moment, then the smile on his face became even bigger, and he looked at Cen Huaian with more admiration: "You are right, your existence is the biggest evidence. How can our school have a high school student of your age who can get the first place. By the way, the two famous schools in Beijing have junior classes, have you been there?"

Teacher Jiang obviously knows a lot. He is not very old, only in his twenties, but he is very good at mathematics, especially Olympiad mathematics, and he has his own set of methods to manage students, so the school will let him lead the key classes. Cen

Huaian shook his head: "No, I'm not interested."

Now he really has no interest. Just like in junior high school, he also likes his current high school life and has no intention of changing.

Teacher Jiang nodded: "I understand, you can go back."

Cen Huaian went home this week and told Chuxia about Teacher Jiang's visit to him.

"Mom, what do you think Teacher Jiang means?"

Cen Huaian didn't understand. Teacher Jiang only asked him those questions, and then he didn't say anything else. Cen Huaian didn't understand his intention.

After listening, Chuxia thought about it and asked Cen Huaian about his head teacher's personality.

Cen Huaian described it to her, and Chuxia understood it. She smiled and said: "He doesn't have any bad intentions. I guess he just wants to know if you are a genius and how high your IQ is."

Cen Huaian: "Is it that simple?"

Chuxia: "It's that simple. You said your head teacher's personality yourself. It's unpredictable. He should be just curious. Don't think too much."

It is estimated that he still doesn't want to bury a genius, but seeing that Cen Huaian didn't have any ideas, he canceled his plans.

During the first year of high school, Teacher Jiang only taught students like Cen Huaian, who were in the first year of high school, and did not allow them to participate in math competitions.

"You haven't even learned the basics of what you're learning now. If you participate in a competition, let alone a ranking, it's good enough if you can solve a problem. I don't recommend that second year students participate, because they don't learn well enough. Our school usually only approves third year students to participate in competitions."

Teacher Jiang was speaking on the stage, and Zhang Lu carefully pulled Cen Huaian's sleeve: "If first year students can participate in competitions, will you go?"

Cen Huaian didn't hesitate at all: "No."

He participated in too many math competitions in the past two years, and he didn't want to participate this year, and he didn't want to go even if he had the chance.

On the contrary, if there was a Go competition, he would participate.

Zhang Lu also said, "I'm the same as you. I won't participate either."

Cen Huaian has learned Go very well, but because he usually focuses on his studies, Grandpa Jiang only takes him to participate in competitions during holidays to upgrade his rank.

Now Cen Huaian is still a Go player in the business rank, and Grandpa Jiang pressures him not to upgrade too quickly.

"You are young, and if you upgrade too quickly, your mind will be unstable, which is not good for you."

But this year is fine, because there is a middle school entrance examination this year, and Cen Huaian is busy taking the high school entrance examination, so Grandpa Jiang asked him to wait another year to hone his skills.

Cen Huaian is now preparing to participate in some competitions this year and next year. Because the rank requires participating in more competitions, and the points are calculated according to the winning rate.

Cen Huaian is not very anxious about the Go ranking, and he doesn't care much about the rank. He likes playing Go with different people more, from which he can experience different emotions and exercise his mind.

He thinks that whether it is playing Go or doing Olympiad math problems, the two complement each other and can exercise thinking.

Generally, Cen Huaian only participates in a large number of Go competitions during the winter and summer vacations, and participates less during school time.

However, there was a competition recently that Grandpa Jiang asked him to participate in. It was a city-level competition because the gold content of this competition was relatively high, and many of the participants were teenagers who had learned Go for a long time. They were very strong, which was a good experience for Cen Huaian.

The competition started at the end of October and was held every Sunday morning at the Beijing Children's Palace.

This was not the first time that Cen Huaian came to the Children's Palace. Today he came to participate in the competition. Chu Xia, Grandpa Jiang, Zhang Lu, Jiang Weixian, and Jiang Weixi all accompanied him.

Hong Youxuan was also there, and he also participated in this competition.

At the entrance of the Children's Palace, Hong Youxuan raised his fist and stretched it out to Cen Huaian with a smile: "An'an, good luck in the competition."

Cen Huaian looked at him, raised his hand and touched it with him: "You too."

Hong Youxuan still had a gentle smile on his face, but the look he gave to the stadium was not gentle, revealing his strength.

"An An, I both hope to play against you in the competition and not want to play against you. But if I really have to play against you, I hope it will be as late as possible."

Cen Huaian's mood was not as complicated as his. He was just thinking about how many strangers he could play chess with in this Go game and how much new Go knowledge he would learn.

Entering the competition venue, because the game had not started yet, many staff members were busy checking whether there were any problems with the tables, chairs and chessboards. Other staff members were busy guiding the players and taking them to other empty classrooms to rest and wait for the game to start.

Cen Huaian himself was not nervous, but Zhang Lu and Jiang Weixian looked at the busy competition venue and began to swallow nervously.

"There are so many people! An An, are you scared?"

Cen Huaian shook his head with excitement in his eyes: "No."

On the contrary, he was looking forward to the competition, so that he could see how strong he was among his peers and how much he had improved compared to before.

Zhang Lu admired Cen Huaian's mentality. In fact, if it were her, she would not be nervous at all. The worst thing would be losing! But when it came to Cen Huaian's relatives, she was too concerned.

Jiang Weixi only understood that there was a competition, and didn't understand anything else. She held Cen Huaian's hand, shook it and said, "Brother, don't be afraid! Xixi always cheers for you! Brother, you are the best!"

Cen Huaian touched her head and felt more relaxed.

Chuxia and Grandpa Jiang didn't say too much to Cen Huaian. Talking too much at this time would easily make him feel uncomfortable.

Chu Xia rubbed Cen Huaian's head and only said to him: "Come on!"

The game started, and they drew lots. Those who drew the same number would be opponents, and then they would go to the chess tables with corresponding numbers to play chess.

What Hong Youxuan was worried about did not happen. Cen Huaian's first opponent was a boy whom neither of them knew.

The boy was a little fat, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a line. He looked like a harmless big steamed bun.

Cen Huaian did not look down on his opponent. The two of them saluted each other and sat down. They guessed who would go first and played chess. Every step was neither fast nor slow.

You can't be impatient when playing Go. If you are impatient, you will easily make mistakes and lose. Cen Huaian has never lost in terms of mentality.

The Go field became quiet. There was no other sound except the sound of playing chess.

Except for the professional judges and teachers, everyone else who came to the competition had to wait outside the field and could not enter the competition venue.

Even if Chuxia was worried about Cen Huaian, she could only stand on tiptoe like everyone else and try to watch the two people playing chess.

Jiang Weixi was small but had a very prominent presence. She wanted to keep seeing Cen Huaian, and if she couldn't see him, she would rush to pull Chuxia and Jiang Weixian.

She wanted to cheer for her brother, but her aunt said that she couldn't talk and disturb the other brothers and sisters. Jiang Weixi then closed her mouth tightly, clenched her little hands, stared at Cen Huaian with her eyes wide open, and didn't say a word.

Chuxia just thought how could she be so obedient, just as obedient as An An when she was a child. Of course, she still liked An An the most.

Cen Huaian was in a good state of playing chess at this time. The fat opponent opposite him had the same chess style as the boy, and seemed harmless and easy to bully.

But if you really come into contact with him in person, and you are careless and get fooled by him, then what awaits you is a deep trap.

Cen Huaian figured out the way the fat boy plays chess, and the game he set up began to work slowly.

He was still unhurried, but the boy opposite him no longer had the simple and honest smile and relaxed look at the beginning. At this time, he held a handkerchief in his hand and wiped the sweat from his head from time to time.

Cen Huaian saw that he struggled hard under his layout, but it was useless in the end. After the chess game was set, he would not give his opponent a chance to turn over, waiting for the last move to win.

The fat boy glanced at Cen Huaian and saw that there was no anxiety or worry on his face, and even his expression was still relaxed. His mentality collapsed instantly.

The boy put the chess piece on the lower right corner of the chessboard, with a look of dejection on his face, and a feeling of loss lingering around him.

Because he felt that he had exerted all his strength, he could at least entangle Cen Huaian for a while and make him feel difficult to entangle.

But he didn't expect that Cen Huaian didn't find it difficult at all, and easily solved him, which made him doubt his own strength.

However, the two still saluted in a friendly manner, putting a perfect end to this game of chess.

The staff wrote down Cen Huaian's name and the number of this game, marking him as the winner.

"You are very good."

The chubby boy did not leave the court directly, but looked at Cen Huaian and asked: "How long have you been learning chess?"

Cen Huaian: "Six years."

He started learning chess at the age of six, and it has indeed been six years. In these six years, Cen Huaian has not only studied hard, but also practiced hard.

Now the children in the family courtyard of the Institute, as long as Cen Huaian asks them to play chess, they will run immediately.

They would rather do their homework and study, and are unwilling to play chess with Cen Huaian, including Gobang and checkers, because they are abused too badly.

The chubby boy's face became more depressed: "I have been learning for eight years."

As a result, the gap between him and Cen Huaian, who has only studied for six years, is so big, which is too discouraging.

"I won."

When Cen Huaian walked in front of Chu Xia and the others, there was still some excitement in his tone. This was a good start, which meant that all his subsequent games would go smoothly!

Jiang Weixi jumped around Cen Huaian happily. Because there were other people playing chess, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from shouting.

However, her big, lively eyes like stars in the sky blinked and she looked at Cen Huaian with eagerness, and stretched out her hands for him to hold her.

Jiang Weixi's appearance made Cen Huaian's mouth curl up, and he stretched out his hands to hold her.

Jiang Weixi hugged Cen Huaian's neck contentedly, and kissed him on the face with a "mua~", whispering to Cen Huaian: "Brother is so awesome, this is a reward!"

In the past, when Jiang Weixi was more obedient or did something that Luo Peng and Jiang Zhishu liked, Luo Peng would pick her up and kiss her, and then say: "Baby is awesome!"

Jiang Weixi followed suit, which made Cen Huaian's eyes more joyful.

After this round of competition was over, there was another game to go. Cen Huaian did not leave the court, and ate something while resting backstage. In

the second game, Cen Huaian faced a girl with a more quiet temperament, who seemed older than Cen Huaian. Most of

the players in this competition were older than Cen Huaian.

The quiet girl and the fat boy played chess in completely different ways. Her style is very gentle, like water. She uses softness to overcome hardness in the game of chess, clinging to you tightly, as if you are stuck in a quagmire. If you can't escape, you lose.

Cen Huaian was excited about this game, and felt it was more interesting and challenging than playing with the fat boy.

His style was just the right and subtle, and Cen Huaian wanted to see if his hardness could suppress the softness of the opponent in the end.

The two of them went back and forth, and the quiet girl looked at Cen Huaian unexpectedly, pursing her lips tightly, proving that this game of chess was indeed not easy to play.

A few people in early summer were watching outside, and they just felt that time was passing so slowly, because they were too nervous, and they were afraid that Cen Huaian would not play well and lose the game.

It is human nature. Although we do not care about winning or losing, we still hope to win in a game.

Cen Huaian and Wen Jing played for a long time. It took them nearly two hours to finish the game. No one gave up early. At the end, Wen Jing lost two pieces to Cen Huaian.

She stood up, looked at Cen Huaian and said, "My skills are not as good as yours. I hope I can play a game with you next time." "

Okay." Cen Huaian agreed, but they also knew that they would have to wait for opportunities in the future. Not every Go game would happen.

Cen Huaian won two games in a row, especially the last one, which was very exhausting. He sat down to rest after the game, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Chu Xia worriedly took his pulse and was relieved to make sure that he was fine and just tired.

"Drink some water." Chuxia opened the kettle and handed it to Cen Huaian.

There were only two games today. Cen Huaian took a break and went home with Chuxia and the others. He had already advanced and could just wait for the next game.

"An'an, tell me about the game you just played."

Grandpa Jiang saw that it was not easy for Cen Huaian to play that game. He must have met an opponent.

Cen Huaian started to speak with a "hmm". Jiang Weixi leaned on the back of the chair. It seemed that she was listening to Grandpa Jiang very seriously. She nodded from time to time, as if she really understood.

After listening, Grandpa Jiang immediately pointed out Cen Huaian's problem: "Your seventh move, your twenty-third move..."