The Way of the Blind Girl Chess Saint

Black wins in the middle game.

There was no sound from anyone around; it was completely quiet.

They... were stunned.

What does this little girl mean? How could her chess skills be so strong? Is she a professional-level player?

Wang Po was a chess player that many people were paying close attention to... However, he actually lost the game in just ten minutes.

Her fiery red hair was slightly dazzling as Ji Hongying gently finished tidying up the chess box.

Wang Po raised his head, his dark eyes staring at Ji Hongying in disbelief, his consciousness still somewhat hazy.

"You're rather pitifully weak..."

Ji Hongying murmured with pity, her long, fiery red hair cascading down her back, looking incredibly beautiful.

"It's clearly because you're too strong, you're a monster..." Wang Po said blankly.

The word "monster" is often used to describe some very strong professional chess players. To be called that by an opponent is actually a great honor.

However, this was the first time Ji Hongying, who was playing against an outsider for the first time, had ever heard those two words.

"Monster? I heard my mom say that humans are often treated like monsters in the insect world."

My fiery red pupils widened slightly as I spoke to him.

Clearly, I only used a little bit and it broke her down.

One game, two games, three games, four games...

Finally, everyone noticed that a little girl with long, fiery red hair had never left the first table.

Fifth inning, sixth inning, seventh inning, eighth inning, ninth inning...

The provincial competition is over, and it ended even faster than I expected.

Among them, Ji Tuntao also lost to me again. I was in pretty good form that game and won by five and a half points.

From this moment on, I am an amateur 5-dan Go player... It's incredibly easy.

I felt no joy, because I wouldn't lose to someone weaker than myself; they were all weaker than me. Should I go straight to the professional exam? No, I'm not in a hurry.

Of course, I'm anxious, but not about when I can become a professional Go player. After all, I can become a professional Go player anytime I want. What I'm really anxious about is my inner state.

I don't know what I'm anxious about... because I can't remember, I've forgotten.

I haven't forgotten the little red bird that landed on the tree four years ago, because I still remember her.

A strand of fiery red hair fell across her cheek as Ji Hongying boarded the spaceship for her return journey.

I don't know why I was in such a hurry, or what I was in such a hurry for. At that time, I just felt something was strange, without realizing that I had forgotten someone.

So I'm very anxious, and I want to know why I'm anxious.

I know I'm just being forced into this meaningless life. My life... I don't know when it started, but it turned gray. A gray world, a gray sky, gray trees, gray flowers and grass. I gradually became numb, accepting the fact that I'm just an ordinary person.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, I am still a special person... but I don't admit it, I don't accept it. I can't admit that someone like me is a special person.

My name is Ji Hongying, and I will be turning eleven soon.

However, I rarely talk to outsiders, and I rarely talk to my parents either. This has become more and more obvious as I get older. I am a quiet girl.

My fiery red eyes rarely widen anymore... because what I see is meaningless, so I won't put in the effort for it.

Only when I pass by a cat's grave do I widen my red eyes to examine it. [Ji Hongying's cat grave?]

I find it a bit strange. I find this line of text a bit strange because I can't connect the three characters "Ji Hongying" with "cat".

I know I've lost my memory of owning a cat, because everyone says I have a cat, but I've forgotten its name.

What's the cat's name again? I've forgotten... and I'm too lazy to ask. Otherwise, my parents should still remember, right?

But if I were to name my cat, I'd probably call her "Cat," it sounds quite nice. Hehe, it's a bit funny, but I just think it suits her perfectly.

"Little Red Tassel, Little Red Tassel"

Huh? My eyes opened slightly. What happened? Only now did I realize that the gray world was just a dream... Now I can see the world clearly. Ji Hongying's fiery red pupils widened slightly as she glanced at the figure sitting next to her.

A little girl with long, light green hair sat in a chair, silently watching her. At first, I thought it was her mother. I don't like my mother... maybe I used to like her a lot.

However, a few seconds later I blinked and realized that it was a little girl about my age, holding a white cat in her arms, making cute meowing sounds.

Her eyes were like green crescent moons; I wondered if I'd been staring at the moonlight too much.

"I'm hungry..." the little girl with long, light green hair said softly.

"What's for dinner tonight?" I thought about this question for the first time in a long time, but for some reason I blurted it out.

“It’s a coconut cow,” the little girl with long, light green hair answered.

Then, I woke up.

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A little girl with long, fiery red hair sat up abruptly from the bed, her bright red eyes showing a puzzled expression. Dressed in a fiery red Taoist robe, the red-haired girl had grown considerably taller than before; her name was Ji Hongying, and she was twelve years old this year.

"Strange, another one of those weird dreams within a dream, a gray world or something. My professional exam is the day after tomorrow!"

Chapter 276: Sakuraba and Koki Yu

You can have anything in your dreams. Although I want to use this phrase to encourage myself, I can only feel something strange in my dreams.

Because I didn't know that little girl with the long, light green hair at all.

Even though I don't know them, why am I crying?

Ji Hongying stared blankly into her fiery red eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably from them.

Are humans such creatures that they cry so easily?

Large tears welled up in my eyes, but I was powerless to stop them... because I didn't know why I was crying.

After the professional competition, I stayed at home for three days without going out.

Because the emptiness after playing chess always makes me feel that the world is fake, like a gray world.

"Hongying, aren't you going to the chess academy?"

Ji Qinghe came to his daughter's side with a heavy heart. It should have been a very happy thing for her to become a professional chess player.

A little girl with long, fiery red hair was covering a thick, large cup with her eyes closed.

I don't want to eat, I don't want to walk, I just want to get a good night's sleep.

I'm...very tired. I've always been tired. I want to rest.

I didn't reply because I was tired, and talking would only make me more tired.

I know that Dad is very busy. After she became a senior professional, he rarely eats at home anymore.

Usually, it's just my mother and me at home. She has cried quietly many times because of my appearance.

But... when did I start to change? Haven't I always been like this?

Maybe it's because I'm going through a rebellious phase of adolescence, but I haven't spoken to my mother lately, and my attitude towards her has been terrible.

"Hey……"

I felt a tightness in my chest and let out a soft sigh.

This year, two members of the Ji family became professional Go players through the professional examination: myself and Ji Tuntao.

I will never go back to the place where other children are. If I am to go to a chess academy, I will go to the Ji family's professional chess academy.

That's right, it's a place specifically for all the professional chess players in the Ji family to study.

I don't like that place. Going there would mean having to act like a good girl. Right now, all I want to do is lie in bed and sleep peacefully.

My name is Ji Hongying, and I am 12 years old.

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My name is Ji Yingting, and I am 12 years old.

I can't see; my vision is pitch black. I know nothing about this world.

The only thing I know is that many people say that the little girl named Ji Yingting is very pretty.

Am I pretty?

What is beauty?

I know that "pretty" is a good word, but an even better word is "beautiful".

Will a pretty little girl grow up to be very beautiful?

"Hahahahaha"

Sipping her millet porridge, a cute little girl with long, light green hair slightly narrowed her pale green, crescent-shaped eyebrows. The school cafeteria food was as bad as ever.

Ji Yingting's long, bluish-green hair reached her waist, with two strands of bluish-green, layered hair giving her a noble air. Her pale purple, squinting eyes were slightly open.

Although I often imagine what the world is like, I don't know. I don't even know what colors are. No matter how I try to imagine it, all I can think of is pitch black.

Imagine a new color being born in the world one day. Can you imagine what that color would be like?

So, no matter how I think about it, darkness is everything to me.

I am lonely and scared. I don't know what my life will be like.

"Little blind man, little blind man, little blind man, ugly monster,"

At that moment, a voice that I found utterly repulsive came from around me.

A little boy with short black hair ran and laughed loudly, as if this wasn't the first time he had mocked Ji Yingting like this.

His pale green, crescent-shaped eyebrows narrowed slightly, and the little girl with long, light green hair suddenly stood up from her seat, almost startling him.

"Uh, what are you going to do?"

Facing the petite Ji Yingting, the little boy puffed out his chest to bolster his courage and questioned her loudly.

Looking at the little girl's exquisite face, her fair skin like white jade composed of the color of a water lily, his cheeks began to sweat.