Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 310 Great, it's white silk!
Upon arriving at room 208, Zeng Wenjie brewed a pot of tea, set out a chessboard, and sat down opposite Mu Qingyang.

"Come on, let me test your chess skills first!" Mu Qingyang said.

Then, Zeng Wenjie placed his first piece on the center point, Tianyuan.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Trying to play dirty tricks, like imitation chess? That won't work on me!"

She casually placed a piece at the top left star position.

Zeng Wenjie, as if possessed by the spirit of chess, picked up a black stone with his middle and index fingers, then stretched out his arm and slapped it next to the black stone with slightly more force.

Mu Qingyang glanced at it with a puzzled look, then went to claim another star position on his own.

Four moves later, Zeng Wenjie placed another piece, and the five black pieces were now in a row. He cheered, "I won!"

"???"

Mu Qingyang stared at him in astonishment and said, "How did you win? Even if we count the points now, it's still..."

“If I make a line of five, I win, right? Little Mu, you’re really bad!” Zeng Wenjie said smugly.

Mu Qingyang froze on the spot, and then Zeng Wenjie saw a vein pop up on the back of her hand, throbbing wildly.

Looking up again, I saw that Mu Qingyang's face was already flushed.

It wasn't out of shame, but rather out of rare anger.

"I'm playing Go with you!" Mu Qingyang said to Zeng Wenjie with a serious expression.

"Uh, I thought it was Gomoku (Five in a Row)." Zeng Wenjie spread his hands innocently.

Mu Qingyang said somewhat angrily, "You better take this seriously!"

Zeng Wenjie smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, I got it! But I'm a newbie, so you can't be too rough with me."

Mu Qingyang loosened his clenched fist slightly, slowly exhaled a long breath, and said, "Hmm."

Zeng Wenjie took a sip of tea, then lit a cigarette and seriously played a game of chess with Mu Qingyang.

As expected, neither arrogant nor humble, as anticipated, and without any suspense, it was the same outcome as the Chinese men's football team encountering the Brazilian women's football team.

The men's football team doesn't play football; they're just porters of football. Zeng Wenjie doesn't play chess; he's just a porter of Go...

How can the bloodshed on the chessboard be described as nothing more than a river of blood?
"Are you going to kill me?!" Zeng Wenjie roared.

"Who told you to play Connect Four with me just now?" Mu Qingyang chuckled cheerfully, picking up a large number of black pieces and throwing them onto the lid of the chess basket.

There was no need to count the items; Zeng Wenjie simply collapsed weakly onto the sofa.

Mu Qingyang silently picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea. Suddenly, he noticed that Mu Qingyang exuded the air of a grandmaster.

Zeng Wenjie said, "Then let's play Gomoku!"

Mu Qingyang said, "Okay."

Three minutes later, Zeng Wenjie glanced at Mu Qingyang and silently put away the chess pieces.

Five minutes later, Zeng Wenjie glanced at Mu Qingyang again and silently put away the chess pieces.

Ten minutes later, he gritted his teeth...

Go emphasizes long-term strategy, while the layout of Gomoku (Five in a Row) is much simpler compared to Go, with only a few fixed patterns to play.

Mu Qingyang could see through Zeng Wenjie's thoughts at a glance when he made his move, and he could easily crush him and set a trap for him to fall into.

Zeng Wenjie seemed to be charging ahead aggressively in two rounds, while Mu Qingyang appeared to be struggling to keep up with him.

Finally, he formed a "double three," seemingly securing the victory. However, Mu Qingyang's encircling and blocking white stones quietly formed a "four three."

"Aren't we going to play Gomoku?" Mu Qingyang looked at the player opposite him with a puzzled expression.

"Is that intentional?"

"No!" she denied immediately, then looked serious.

Zeng Wenjie was certain that she deliberately made that expression!

Mu Qingyang asked, "Want to play Connect Four again?"

Zeng Wenjie took a deep breath and said, "Let's play. We can't keep letting you lose with white pieces, it would make my victory seem unfair!"

Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "Okay!"

Zeng Wenjie clenched his fist and held it horizontally above the chessboard, saying, "Guess!"

"one."

When Zeng Wenjie released his grip, no chess piece fell out; instead, a Q-version figurine of a mentor from "The Voice of China" appeared.

Mu Qingyang was stunned and exclaimed, "Oh my, what is this?!"

She quickly snatched it; it was a figurine of Teacher Liu, wearing a hat and smiling adorably. It looked just like Maitreya Buddha dressed in modern clothes…

“It’s a matching figurine!” Zeng Wenjie said proudly.

Mu Qingyang said, "Didn't you say there weren't any more?" Zeng Wenjie said, "Just now, a mysterious voice told me that I would win the next game, so it gave me a figurine."

After saying this, he immediately placed a piece on the center of the board.

Mu Qingyang also made his move.

Then Zeng Wenjie won, and he raised his arms and cheered, "I really can beat you!"

Mu Qingyang took a sip of tea and pouted slightly.

"Guess first."

"pair!"

Another figure has landed on the chessboard; it's a chibi version of Na Ying with her hands behind her head, contributing a meme-worthy expression.

Mu Qingyang reached into her pocket and placed her piece in the same way as Zeng Wenjie.

After more than thirty moves, Zeng Wenjie finally won with difficulty.

"Guess first!"

"one!"

Another figurine.

But Zeng Wenjie was slaughtered this time.

He looked at Mu Qingyang with a puzzled expression.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh, saying, "The seven Dragon Balls have been collected!"

She's already got her hands on all four chibi-style mentor figurines, so of course she won't go easy on the despicable Zeng Wenjie anymore.

"This is unacceptable!" Zeng Wenjie clenched his fists involuntarily.

"Damn!" Mu Qingyang crossed his arms and made an "X" shape.

She and Zeng Wenjie often watched "Dragon Ball Z" together, and she was quite familiar with and fluent in some common Japanese phrases.

"Kamehameha!" Mu Qingyang gathered his hands together and unleashed a Kamehameha.

Zeng Wenjie lay down on the sofa, and then she couldn't help but laugh, "Zeng Wenjie, you childish rascal!"

Zeng Wenjie sat up straight, coughed, and said, "I'm not messing around with you anymore. Let's play a proper game and bet something!"

"What are you gambling?"

"If I win, you'll let me kiss you."

"Ah..." Mu Qingyang was stunned, tilting his head, "Do we need to gamble?"

"Let me also check if your sprained ankle has healed!" Zeng Wenjie said righteously.

That sprain happened a long time ago...

"What if I win?" Mu Qingyang couldn't help but pull his legs together tightly and asked.

“If you win, you’ll never get my figurine,” Zeng Wenjie said.

"???" Mu Qingyang felt it was so unfair.

Xiao Mu is wearing white stockings today, hehe, white stockings, hehe... Well, her foot injury has absolutely nothing to do with the white stockings.

Mu Qingyang lost.

The lights in car 208 suddenly went out.

It took about ten minutes for the light to come on.

Mu Qingyang, panting heavily and seemingly exhausted, stammered, "Where...where's the figurine?!"

At this moment, she was sitting face-to-face on Zeng Wenjie's lap, her shoes off under the sofa, and her stockings on her small feet were wrinkled.

Zeng Wenjie said he forgot whether he twisted his left or right ankle, and Mu Qingyang himself had also forgotten.

So, they checked both sides.

Zeng Wenjie got to experience being a warden for a while.

"Oh...it's not finished yet! I'll give it to you when it's done," Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.

"You lied to me!" Mu Qingyang pouted unhappily.

Zeng Wenjie couldn't resist giving her pouting lips another hard kiss, and said, "I'm right here in person, what do you want a figurine for?"

Mu Qingyang said, "Then... you have to give it to me when you make it!"

"Of course, since I beat you so badly at Gomoku, I have to give you a consolation prize!"

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but lightly tap his head twice before realizing the position was too ambiguous. She quickly rolled off and put on her little boots.

(End of this chapter)