Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

It has been more than ten years since I learned chess with Senior Brother Qiao.Sitting at the chess table with him again, I really feel nostalgic.

When Liang Zhao picked up a certain white piece and dropped it on the chessboard, Senior Brother Qiao who was leaning on the wicker chair suddenly snorted.

"Your chess moves still look the same as before. It looks quiet, but it's actually crazy."

Liang Zhao didn't respond, he just shook his painful wrist slightly, raised his chin slightly towards his opponent, signaling that it was his turn.

Brother Qiao felt sorry for the past, and sighed while playing chess: "Back then, you had a lot of hard work from the teacher. If you didn't have to give up school to take an exam for a military doctor, you would have been a young national player."

"The teacher also said that my temperament is actually not suitable for playing chess. One game or two games is fine, but after a long time, I can't sit still."

Liang Zhao didn't care about the old almanac that was flipped up, his tone was indifferent, and he settled down as usual.

Both were once professional chess players with strong personal styles.After only a short time of tit-for-tat fighting, most of the tea drinkers in the room have been attracted to watch.

"It's evenly matched."

"This one-handed strangulation is really beautiful."

"The formula is complicated, and the moves are fierce. Both of them are masters."

"..."

There was an endless chatter among the onlookers.

Ling Xuan who was standing on one side didn't understand Go, and couldn't figure out the winners and losers on the table. He just felt that the people in front of him were as quiet as the sky.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that the clerk had been standing holding the tray for a while, so he helped to deliver it.

Through the scent of tea, Ling Xuan saw Liang Zhao's expressionless face.While the opponent was pondering, he was gently rubbing the chess pieces with his fingertips.

During the movement, a section of pale bandage was exposed from under the sleeve. The pale color matched the chess piece in his hand, making it look cold and abstinent.

Brother Qiao who was sitting opposite was still frowning, unable to think of a way to make a live chess game.After thinking hard for a moment, this player who has rarely lost in Go chose to give up, threw the small handful of chess pieces in his palm back into the chess tube, shook his head with a smile and sighed: "I lost."

Coming from the same family as Mr. He, Ling Xuan has of course heard how Senior Brother Qiao's chess skills reached the pinnacle.Being forced to surrender so quickly, the level of the opponent is really unimaginable.

When he lowered his head unconsciously, he happened to meet a pair of clear eyes.

"Thank you." Liang Zhaogang picked up the porcelain cup from the corner of the table, and thanked him in a deep voice for the act of serving the tea just now.

He brought his cup to his lips, took a sip, then put it down again, and said leisurely, "Would you like to have a plate with your brother?"

"I won't make a fool of myself, I'm not very good at backgammon. Brothers, please go ahead." Ling Xuan responded with a smile.

While picking up the chess pieces with one hand, Liang Zhao softly praised his old friend: "Modest, modest and prudent is really the unified style of Mr. He's disciples."

The injury on the wrist is thanks to whom, both of them know it well.

steady?

Ling Xuan heard a rather cryptic sarcasm in the most common words, as if he was dismantling a little wolf in sheep's clothing.

Live examples prove that talking less does not affect some people's bad belly.

When the two of them were clearing the chessboard again on the table, Ling Xuan's cell phone suddenly sounded a voice call notification, and it was a call from a friend from a classmate.

In order not to disturb the chess game, he took a few steps out of the room before pressing answer.

"Where are you?" A straightforward male voice asked on the other end of the phone.

Ling Xuan walked to a window and leaned casually, "I'm outside with Senior Brother Qiao, what's the matter?"

"Well, do you know that Mr. He has to retire early to recuperate because of his physical condition? The school has already finalized a new supervisor to take over our class. He is a Ph.D. in financial engineering from Princeton."

After hearing a series of words from his friend, Ling Xuan responded indifferently: "Well, I heard about it." While talking sideways, he was attracted by the projection screen in the hall.

The second game in the tea room has been broadcast live by the boss, which is convenient for all tea guests.The player's name is also marked in the lower corner of the screen.

Liang Zhao's [-]th dan vs. Qiao Fang's [-]th dan.

It really is a rare master.

The friend's voice still came out from the speaker of the mobile phone: "The new tutor is at the school, just now the same group of graduate students entered the library and just bumped into each other."

"So?" Ling Xuan was not emotional about this.

What is there to be happy about changing tutors in the new semester? Doesn't this mean that there will be a lot of trouble in the future?

"The important point is this mentor. He is 188 years old and 29 years old. He is a foreign Chinese. Everyone who has seen him says he is handsome. The photos have been sent, and you can decide whether to come after seeing them."

Hearing this, Ling Xuan hung up the voice call interface, and clicked on the picture he just received.

This is a snapshot, but the light and shadow angles are handled just right.

The man in the photo has extremely handsome facial features and a slender figure, which is simply based on the public's aesthetic point of view.

However, Ling Xuan withdrew his gaze after only a moment, put the phone back to his ear, and said indifferently: "Don't go, I will see you when I should see you."

"That's not it, Young Master Ling..." Huyou lowered his voice to an extremely low level, feeling unbelievable. "It doesn't catch your eye, are you straight?"

The protagonist being questioned unconsciously lowers his eyes to the central projection, and Liang Zhao in the screen is still playing chess, and his handsome side face makes it impossible to move his eyes.

Ling Xuan trembled, and said with a smile but inexplicably serious voice: "It's not that the new teacher is not charming, it's that I already have a goal."

The time for taking time off from a busy schedule always flies by quickly.

After having dinner with his family, the street was already full of neon lights. Like every Friday night in the past, Liang Zhao walked into the gate of the boxing gym alone.

This is a well-known mixed martial arts club in City A. It not only recruits students for profit in the form of a martial arts gym, but also has a semi-professional exchange hall with internal membership.

The only way for an ordinary student to become a member is to conduct an actual combat assessment that is open four days a week, and each of the four veterans in the club is responsible for it.

Liang Zhao, who is used to showing up on Fridays, naturally became the chief examiner for this session.

The girl at the front desk looked up and saw the latecomer, she was slightly taken aback.After all, this guy is famous in the club for his indifference and orderliness.

The surprise disappeared for a moment, and then he showed his signature sweet smile, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and announced as usual: "Good evening, today's examination room is in B602, and there are 7 people who have made an appointment for the examination. Thank you for your hard work."

Liang Zhao silently nodded in response, took the elevator upstairs, all the way to the dressing room on the sixth floor.

When he pushed open the door of the examination room, he was already wearing a pitch-black martial arts uniform, only with a golden Chinese dragon pattern embroidery on the collar, and the majestic tail scales vividly extending to his chest.

The transformation from the white hexagram to the black robe is perfectly controlled by the tall and vigorous figure.

"You're here, have you settled the old man?"

On Thursday, examiner Wu Zezheng was sitting at the edge of the empty battlefield with a relaxed expression. When he saw the approaching black shadow, he casually pointed to the students who hadn't played yet.

"I thought someone was definitely absent from work today. I took a few exams for you, and there seemed to be only two left."

Liang Zhao didn't stop walking, and replied in a low voice: "Well, he's staying with my brother these days." Simply moving one shoulder blade, he went straight to the stage.

There were also whispers not far away.

"Hey, Liang Zhao..."

"The emotionless assessment machine is here for business."

All the students who come to the club often know the name of Asura, the Friday examiner, and the passing percentage of the members under him has never exceeded five. The name of "assessment machine" is very loud.

Anyone who can withstand this pressure, except for the newcomers who have just arrived, will not give up and insist on knocking him hard.

"It's getting late, the two of you can be together." Liang Zhao stood in the middle of the field, and put his injured right wrist behind his back without a trace.

Such a natural one-to-two appeal made the candidates hesitate.

Only Wu Ze, who was listening to the excitement, was smiling. The two had been friends for many years, and they had even seen a one-on-ten match.He was still sitting upright, flicking the tablet in his arms with his index finger.

The assessment timer stopped at 2 minutes and 17 seconds, and the venue became quiet again.

Liang Zhao got up from the kneeling and grabbing position, and as he moved, the golden thread of the dragon pattern on the neckline shone dazzlingly under the light.

Condescendingly, the voice announced coldly: "Unfortunately, the two failed the examination. The chief examiner this time: Liang Zhao."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The students who had achieved out×10 got up with a wry smile, bowed down and saluted, and complained to their companions: "Damn, I set a new record for being the fastest to be solved..."

Only then did Wu Ze stretch out the two long legs that were folded together, and smiled warmly: "I know why people here don't want to have an actual fight on Friday, you devil who can pass the assessment."

From January to the present, Liang's pass rate at home is zero.

"Why don't I know that I'm here to assess people, isn't it enough to just show off and stand on the signboard of the martial arts hall?"

Obviously, the other examiners have countless subordinates when they are at home, but they want to kowtow on this day, what can they do.

Liang Zhao's right wrist was still hurting, and he was not interested in spending more time here. He took advantage of the time to wipe off his sweat to respond casually, and then prepared to change clothes and leave.

"Who made you angry? I saw your unsmiling face just after get off work. If you don't charge a mental damage fee, you will lose your blood."

Wu Ze's height of 1.8 meters is not much shorter than Liang Zhao, and he leaned lazily in front of the locker opposite him, complaining.Inadvertently found that the man had several layers of white bandages wrapped around his sleeves.

"What happened to the hand?"

Liang Zhao didn't answer, his fingertips were pricked by something sharp while putting on his clothes, and when he touched it, he found that it was the paper airplane from yesterday.

As if things were going wrong recently, he sighed softly impatiently, closed his dark eyes and patted the piece of paper on Wu Ze's chest. "Spiritual damage, right? You can ask him to pay for it, and don't bother me anymore."

Seeing that people were impatient, Wu Ze just sneered: "Okay, I don't bother to ask you. If you don't go to work tomorrow, please go to my place for a drink. Isn't it annoying?"

"Didn't your rebirth be booked out?" Liang Zhao naturally remembered a gossip he heard in the morning.

"Whether it's packed or not, it's full of customers. I can barely make room for you through the back door." Wu Ze crumpled the paper plane and stuffed it back into his friend's windbreaker pocket. "A gentleman doesn't take what others like, so you can keep this little toy for yourself."