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Although Zhang Yifan had just acquired all of the chess master's skills, how dare he play Go with the old master?

It was precisely because he had acquired it that he knew better than anyone just how terrifying the old man's Go skills were.

The "Iron Wall of the Chess World," which allowed him to fight eight top players without defeat, was not just a boast; it was earned piece by piece.

Even if the two are evenly matched in chess skills, his practical experience is completely insufficient to compete with the old man.

Although their chess sense is the same, the old man has honed his skills on the chessboard for decades, while he has only inherited this skill for less than five minutes. If they really want to see who is better on the Go board, the best outcome is to lose by a slight disadvantage.

Every move in that kind of game requires painstaking effort, and he hadn't slept all night. Now he just wanted to eat a bowl of noodles and take a nap. He had absolutely no energy left to fight three hundred rounds with the chess master on the chessboard.

Lu Tingzhou's face darkened even more.

This kid doesn't know how to play Go and I wasted half a day with him. Isn't this just playing him for a fool?

The problem is, he did say he knows how to play chess, but he didn't say he knows how to play Go. Can we force him to learn it on the spot?

Lu Tingzhou has lived to a ripe old age, and he can't very well end up with a reputation for "bullying the younger generation"!

Shen Zhiyi was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

She had never seen anyone drive her grandfather to such a state while playing chess.

She wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, thinking that Zhang Yifan was really good at creating drama.

Zhang Yifan didn't dare to continue his antics.

He was afraid that if the old man really angered him, he would kick him out, and then this trip to his maternal grandparents' house would be a complete disaster.

But it was clear that the old man's addiction to chess had been piqued, and he was in a very uncomfortable state of being stuck in a rut.

It's like a father-in-law who has prepared a wealth of knowledge to test his son-in-law, only to have the son-in-law say, "I'm sorry, I'm illiterate." He feels a lump in his throat, unable to exhale or swallow.

He thought for a moment, then tentatively said, "Grandpa, I really don't know how to play Go, but... do you play Chinese chess? I know a little bit of Chinese chess."

Lu Tingzhou was somewhat disappointed when he heard this, but chess would be fine too.

He devoted his life to studying the art of chess, specializing in Go, but also dabbling in other board games.

Chess was his best skill besides Go. When he was young, he set up a chess stall in the park and won against many old men.

Moreover, his theory that "a person's character is reflected in their chess skills" applies to all types of chess.

How a person places their pieces on the chessboard reflects how they conduct themselves in life; the principle applies regardless of whether the pieces are black or white.

No matter what game he plays today, he has to see through Zhang Yifan's character!

"Wait a moment, I'll go get the chessboard."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the study.

Taking advantage of her grandfather's departure, Shen Zhiyi quickly leaned close to Zhang Yifan's ear and whispered:

"My maternal grandfather was also very good at chess. He used to set up a chess stall in the park and won against many people."

Just play normally for a bit, it's okay if you lose, don't feel pressured.

Zhang Yifan raised his hand and flicked her nose: "I know, don't you believe in your boyfriend's abilities?"

His suggestion to play chess was also based on some considerations.

Although I have just received all of the Go master's skills, they belong to the old man after all, and I am at best a copy. I really don't dare to embarrass myself in front of the master.

But chess is different. If you use a master-level chess player to compete against a Go master who doesn't specialize in chess, the odds of winning are completely different!

He can win!

Lu Tingzhou quickly retrieved the chessboard and chess box.

The red and black chess pieces were arranged on both sides. The two men set up the pieces, and the old man still let Zhang Yifan go first.

Zhang Yifan didn't hold back, taking the red card first and immediately launching a cannon shot.

Lu Tingzhou responded with a screen horse move. The first few moves were routine probing. Red moved his cannon from the second to the fifth rank, Black moved his horse from the eighth to the seventh rank, Red moved his horse from the second to the third rank, and Black moved his chariot from the ninth to the eighth rank.

Both were standard opening moves, with no bloodshed on the chessboard.

But Zhang Yifan soon realized something was wrong.

The old man seemed to be playing the conventional chess game, but every move he made was actually a trap. An inconspicuous pawn might be the prelude to a killing move a dozen moves later, and a seemingly ordinary elephant might be setting up a cannon platform for the cannon that followed.

He was all too familiar with this subtle, insidious tactic.

It's surprising that his playing style is exactly the same as the old man's in Go.

Lu Tingzhou also sensed that something was wrong.

This kid was all smiles and joking around when he was playing Gomoku, but now that he's touched a chess piece, his whole demeanor has changed.

His moves were swift and decisive, each step methodical and strategic. He not only quickly saw through several of his own traps, but also used an extremely cunning tactic in the teens to take down a pair of his rooks.

This playing style is nothing like that of an eighteen-year-old boy; it's more like that of a seasoned chess player who has been immersed in the game for decades.

The two players became more and more serious as they played, the number of pieces on the board dwindled, and the time they spent thinking about each move grew longer and longer.

Zhang Yifan ultimately won the first game with an advantage of one car and one cannon.

Shen Zhiyi sat beside her, not daring to breathe loudly from beginning to end.

She doesn't understand chess very well, but she can read her grandfather's expressions.

That expression wasn't one of anger, but rather the excitement one feels when facing a worthy opponent.

When Zhang Yifan finally won the first game, she stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He actually beat his grandfather?

Lu Tingzhou's face remained expressionless. He simply rearranged the chess pieces and said, "Let's play again."

The two of them went back and forth for five rounds.

Zhang Yifan had two wins and two losses. In the last game, both players fought until they were completely out of resources. On the chessboard, the red side only had one horse and one pawn left, while the black side only had one cannon and one pawn left. Neither side could defeat the other.

Shen Zhiyi intervened at the right time, saying that this round should be considered a draw, otherwise they wouldn't be able to eat lunch.

Lu Tingzhou then put down the chess piece, picked up the teacup and took a sip, only to find that the tea had long since gone cold.

Grandma and Lu Wanqing in the kitchen had already heard Lu Tingzhou slamming the table and shouting "One more round!" several times in the living room.

Grandma peeked in and couldn't help but laugh: "The old man hasn't been this happy in a long time."

Lu Wanqing also glanced outside and saw her father staring intently at the chessboard, an expression she had seen countless times since she was a child.

My father always had this expression when he encountered a truly worthy opponent.

During the meal, Lu Tingzhou picked up a piece of braised ribbonfish for Zhang Yifan and said, "Eat more."

Grandma and Lu Wanqing exchanged a glance at the same time, and the meaning in their eyes couldn't be clearer.

When they first arrived, they said "don't make unrelated connections," but now they're offering food to others. Their attitude has changed so quickly.

Shen Zhiyi lowered her head and ate her rice, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

After finishing his meal, Lu Tingzhou, for the first time ever, took out his phone from his pocket, opened WeChat, and handed the QR code to Zhang Yifan: "Let's add each other as friends. We can continue playing together online when you have time."

Shen Zhiyi stared wide-eyed at him: "Grandpa, don't you never add strangers on WeChat?"

Lu Tingzhou rolled his eyes at her: "How could this be a stranger?"