All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

“I don’t know how to play this.”

Although Qingye looked reluctant, he still gave off an air of "I didn't say I don't want to play".

"It's okay, I'll teach you, it's very simple."

The blue-haired girl smiled as she arranged the shogi pieces.

At this moment, she seemed to have thought of something and shouted to the cabinet on the other side:

"Xiaoju, do you want to come and play with us?"

The sudden bright voice made the dark girl shudder, and she responded weakly like a small animal:

"No, no need..."

She still has to read novels.

Xiaoju turned her attention back to the small screen of her mobile phone, her expression focused and serious, with a silly smile from time to time... This book on the theme of death is really good. Although it is only less than one volume, the touching, gentle and dazzling style completely hit her. It can be said to be her favorite start in the past two years.

If only I could become like this—she couldn't help but think so.

A naive idea flashed through my mind.

*

Whenever he had some free time these past two days, Yanaijian would pester him to play shogi, and he became immersed in the art of chess, and his level improved by leaps and bounds. This feeling of constant improvement made his heart become more rebellious - maybe buddy can really get that 50,000 yen!

And after he inadvertently expressed this to the girl—

Click.

The buzzing sound of the air conditioner and the sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard rang out together. Banaijian's flying car crossed the seventh section of the chessboard, and his fingertips hovered above the head of the king of Qingye. Victory was already decided.

The blue-haired girl slowly raised her head to look at him, her pretty face covered with a shadow, her eyes cold, as if she were a high and mighty devil.

"Can you do it? It's not that easy to convey your feelings!"

What am I trying to convey? Isn't it all about money?

Under Qingye's strange gaze, Yanai saw that her earlobe was slightly red and coughed softly: "Yes... the world of shogi is not that simple!"

"I'll give it a try. For these 50,000 yen, I'll work hard on special training!"

Qingye put the chess piece back in place, clenched his fist, and spoke with the tone of a passionate protagonist - Speaking of which, Yanaijian's chess skills are surprisingly good! He hasn't even won a single game against him in two days!

"Then come on."

Banaijian stood up, leaving him with a handsome and powerful back.

Thus, the days of special training began.

In the library, Kiyono kept flipping through "The History of Shogi" and "Introduction to Shogi", while Yanami supervised him like a strict mentor;

In the cinema, Yanami accompanies Kiyono to watch a movie about shogi;

Inside the shogi hall, Yanaimi, with a white bandana with the word "devil" tied on his forehead, strictly points out his mistakes;

The two continued to play chess, the sound of chess pieces colliding with the chessboard becoming clearer and clearer, and light and shadow flickered between the chessboard squares;

The two people who have been almost inseparable these days have also aroused the curiosity of the seniors in the restaurant, and they are all whispering about what new tricks the young couple is playing.

——A few days later.

In the lounge, the blazing sunset cast an amber hue on the chessboard. Thirty-three pieces cast long shadows across the yellowed paper. Qingye's infantry, gilded with gold, pointed directly at the general, like a dagger at his throat. The two men stared down at the chessboard, speechless.

——You are pretending, and you are pretending quite well. If someone doesn’t know, they would think you are fighting for the title of Dragon King!

These two are really a good match, in terms of being pretentious and stupid.

Xiaoju poked her head out of the gap and couldn't help but complain.

At this moment, Qingye's right hand holding the chess piece moved. A drop of sweat fell along the boy's tense wrist and "popped" onto the "Dragon King" chess piece, which symbolized victory and honor.

The wind blew, and Banai saw the scattered hair behind her ears being lifted by the draft, and the setting sun dyed the ends of her hair a translucent orange-red.

The chess piece falls.

The outcome is decided.

The blue-haired girl stared at the chessboard, then suddenly stood up and pulled open the curtains. With a rustling sound, a waterfall of crimson light wrapped in dust shot into the room. The girl just looked at Qingye and said calmly.

"well done."

"I finally beat you." After a long silence, Qingye breathed a sigh of relief.

Da, da, da, Banaijian walked up to him and smiled.

"I have nothing left to teach you. You've graduated."

"Banaijai..."

Qingye was stunned, his expression somewhat complicated, as if he was recalling his long student life. Finally, he stood up, bowed to the teacher in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

“Thank you for your guidance these days!”

—Hey! Are you guys acting out a funny cartoon?

Xiaoju couldn't hold it anymore.

"Next, as long as you defeat one person, you can officially enter the battlefield!" Teacher Banaijian patted his shoulder.

Today's wins and losses:

It is a victory for Qingye.

*

Four p.m.

Before meeting his next opponent, he was clearing the table in the front hall while thinking about shogi in his mind. He was determined to get the extra 50,000 yuan - if he could get the talent of a go saint in the future, he would strive to achieve the achievement of the youngest dragon king in history!

But at this moment, a strange guest in front of him broke his fantasy.

He was a man whose specific age could not be determined. He could only be described as a handsome uncle. He had neither the temperament of a successful middle-aged man nor the calmness of an ordinary uncle. He was somewhere between middle-aged and young. At this time, the man had his hands folded on his chin with a deep expression.

...I don't want to have anything to do with him for some reason.

Qingye glanced around and found that it was not yet time for other people to go to work, so he could only greet them and hand over the menu:

"Sir, please tell me what you would like to eat."

Hearing the voice, the man raised his head, glanced at him up and down, and said calmly: "A regular signature set meal will be fine, plus a cup of coffee."

"Please wait a moment." Qingye took note.

"Wait a minute, little brother, can I ask you a question?" the man called him.

"Anything I can answer."

"If you were pursuing a beautiful girl, what would you do? Where would you take her on a date? As a man myself, I've been there, so I understand you."

Who would ask a waiter such a question?

Qingye complained in his heart, but on the surface he remained impeccable, with a peaceful smile, like a waiter among the noble manor owners. He thought for a moment and replied:

"Sincerity, courage, respect, and the ability to guarantee the material basis of life... As for the place to play, it depends on the girl's personality. They will probably choose places like parks, libraries, and restaurants."

The man seemed to have not expected his answer to be so perfect. He paused for a moment and then asked:

"What if, just what if, the person you're dating in the future is a girl who loves to eat a lot and demands to eat snacks that exceed the standard every day, what would you do?"

...This description seems strangely familiar.

Kiyono continued:

"Then I will stop her and make a plan for her so that she can satisfy her appetite without causing any harm to her body. True love is about making lovers better, not catering to them without restraint."

"You passed the preliminary examination."

What am I testing?

The corner of Qingye's eye twitched uncontrollably. "Do you have any other questions?"

"No, sorry for asking such strange questions."

Looking at Qingye's leaving back, the man looked thoughtful.

Of course, he knew that to judge a person you have to see how he does things, so today he planned to observe the other person a little and inspect the working environment here.

The pointer keeps turning.

As for the results...

To be honest, I can't find any fault with it - all the details revealed in his words and actions give people a very solid and steady feeling, which is really good. A person always starts from the inside out. A person with an unstable mind and no self-control cannot maintain this practice for a long time. Most people will probably just find ways to be lazy and make themselves more relaxed.

This isn't something spectacular, but it does leave a good impression.

As the man continued to observe, his mood improved a little, but Qingye's mood became worse and worse, and he could even be said to be worried. The expression that was almost written on his face made Banaijian curious, and she asked curiously during her free time.

"What's wrong, young senior?"

"I might be being targeted." Qingye said heavily - last time at the station, because of the obstruction of the ticket gate, he did not see the appearance of Banaijian's parents clearly, and for a moment he did not connect them with Banaijian.

Hearing this, Ba Nai's expression was a little strange. She rubbed her face to prevent herself from smiling, but her tone was still full of joy:

"What are you talking about specifically?"

"There was an older man who stared at me in the restaurant all afternoon, occasionally showing me an admiring and dangerous look."

"Eh……"

"I accidentally walked outside just now, and I noticed that he was still there. He even glanced at me. Is he planning to follow me after I get off work?"

"Um……"

"Tell me, should I call the police if this continues?"

Boys must protect themselves when they go out.

Seeing that things were heading towards the dangerous direction of his father being sent to the police station, Banaijian quickly interrupted him:

"Tell me, maybe he just admires you! It's like a senior looking at a junior!"

"If you have seen the look in his eyes, you won't think so. It's definitely not just pure admiration. It's mixed with subtle hostility and gloominess... He is definitely a pervert!" Qingye was absolutely certain.

Banaijian pressed his aching forehead with a snap and felt that he needed to use some strength.

*

"So...the next opponent you mentioned last time is Asagumo-san?"

Qingye looked up at the girl in front of him.

In the intoxicating afternoon sunlight, the literary girl's forehead reflected a faint light, and her eyebrows and eyes were soft. It was the legendary agent Chihaya Asagumo.

"When my classmates came looking for me, I was a little startled..."

Chaoyun sat by the window, sipping his orange juice gently, his smile reminiscent of a dandelion. "But I've always wanted to find a chance to meet Seino-kun, and playing shogi is a good way to do it."

"Student Chaoyun knows how to play chess?" Qingye brought a cup of iced barley tea.

"I usually have a little exchange with the elders at home..." The girl was very modest.

Qingye nodded, his hands itching to make money.

The chess game begins again.

On the side, special teacher Banaijian looked at the chessboard from time to time, and looked at the two people from time to time - inviting Chaoyun was a well-considered action, and she felt there was no problem because she was there!

"Mr. Qingye, do you like reading books?" Chao Yun calmly advanced with infantry and took the initiative to open the topic.

"I often read some miscellaneous books." Qingye quietly began to plan.

"What kind of books do you like to read? Tanka? We might unexpectedly like the same book."

Chaoyun's tone was like that of an older sister, and this was actually the truth - she knew that the techniques and tanka for burning salt lemon were all taught by Qingye.

He mentioned a few book titles, and the literary girl unexpectedly answered them all and gave a unique understanding.

The atmosphere gradually improved, and the situation on the chessboard became more intense. Chao Yun attacked with a gentle offensive, saying calmly:

"Kiyano-kun, I'm a little curious about how boys generally view their childhood sweethearts."

After witnessing the affection between her childhood sweethearts that day, she had lingering emotions in her heart.

This was the result of her impulsive actions, and she couldn't tell anyone about it... Perhaps because Qingye was a stranger to her and had intervened in the relationship between the three of them from a peculiar angle, she only felt that she could confide in this little boy.

"The king's way." Qingye looked at the chessboard with a serious expression. "After school, I ran to the classroom door and waited for you to go home together. You are so well-behaved, charming, innocent and beautiful. Who wouldn't want a childhood sweetheart like you?"