Everyone in the chess room was stunned.
That made Kendall go?
And what did Kendall mean by that?
What was "just learn this stuff"?
Was she very awesome?
"I'm going to the Chess Association's official website to check Kendall's level."
Boy A took out his mobile phone, logged on to the official website of Chess Association, entered Kendall's name, and the search result was 0.
"O" meant that Kendall had not registered her name with the Chess Association.
It also meant that she had never passed the exam!
"What the hell? I thought she was awesome, but she didn't even pass the grade test. She's a pure novice!" Student A complained about his mobile phone,
"I knew it. She is just a village girl. How can she know how to play chess?"
Kendall came from a mountain village where teaching resources were very scarce. How could she have the opportunity to get in touch with chess?
"Then why does she look down on what we have learned? We are all eighth-level chess players in the Chess Association!" Girl B complained.
The highest level of strength in the Chess Association was Grandmaster, and in descending order, there were Alternate Grandmasters, First-level Chess Players… and Fifteenth-level Chess Players.
It was already good enough for them to become Eighth-level Chess Players at their age.
"Principal made a mistake. He put Kendall in the team before he even checked her level." Boy C frowned.
"The host of this competition is Powell High School. If we lose to others on our territory, how embarrassing it would be?" Girl D sighed.
The accompanying teachers nodded in agreement.
It would be embarrassing to lose their territory.
"Maybe the principal trusts Kendall a lot," Gloria said softly.
"Oh, you're so gentle, unlike me. I want to beat Kendall." Others were impressed.
"Thanks." Gloria smiled modestly, feeling relieved.
To be honest, when she first heard Kendall say that she would come to participate in the inter-school league, she was quite flustered because Kendall was now full of uncertainty.
She had been worried that Kendall was a hidden master who would steal her thunder and disrupt her plans.
Now it seemed Kendall was nothing.
Why did Kendall insist on participating in the competition if she didn't know chess?
"Gloria, it's your turn." Austin pressed the chess clock and said. His handsome appearance stood out among these ordinary students.
The smile on Gloria's face faded slowly.
How could she forget that Kendall liked Austin very much?
Her purpose, of course, was to get close to Austin!
Yes, Kendall was playing hard to get!
She would never let Kendall succeed!
On Center Street, Kendall asked the driver to pull over, opened the door, and walked towards a warmly decorated dessert shop.
The proprietress in her thirties warmly received her, "What would you like to buy, miss? We have chocolate mousse, mille-feuille, meringue puffs, tiramisu…"
Kendall handed over her little pocket money in the wallet to the proprietress.
Then she ordered some chocolate mousse in front of the counter and said calmly, "I want this."
"Okay!" The proprietress was about to put the cake into a box.
"Forget it. I'll change to this." Kendall pointed to the mille-feuille.
"Okay." The proprietress put down the chocolate mousse and went to get the mille-feuille.
"Sorry, I still want the chocolate mousse." Kendall pointed back.
"Okay." The proprietress went to fetch the chocolate mousse again.
She lowered her head and found that Kendall's slender fingers that were pointing to the chocolate mousse switched to the most expensive tiramisu.
"Miss, the price of this one is…"
She met Kendall's eyes. Those beautiful eyes widened little by little, full of anticipation and desire.
"This one happens to be on sale! Miss, you're so lucky. I'll pack it up for you. Goodbye!"
The proprietress saw off the guest with a standard smile.
Behind the counter, the proprietress's assistant complained, "Boss, you lost money again!"
"Stop it. She's such a beautiful girl." The proprietress continued to smile, but her heart was aching.
In the Salesforce Building opposite the dessert shop, Damien was standing in front of the floor-to- ceiling windows with his hands in his pockets. He was tall and straight, and his handsome face looked even more exquisite in the setting sun.
"It turns out that there is something she likes." A faint smile flashed across his deep eyes.
He had just finished a cross-border video conference when he found Kendall shopping in the dessert shop downstairs.
Dessert?
It was an unexpected hobby.
"Ms. Parker seems to want to eat them all," Aiden said thoughtfully.
She had hesitated for a long time in front of the counter.
The smile in Damien's eyes deepened.
The more he knew about Kendall, the more he felt that Kendall was like a beautifully packaged gift box, dazzling and unique.
He couldn't help but wonder what was inside the gift box.
He wanted to open the box to take a look.
When Damien returned to the villa, he found Kendall sitting in the dining room in a daze.
The tiramisu box on the table was deformed, and the cake inside was torn apart and shattered everywhere.
The young maid bowed at the side and apologized, "Ms. Parker, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
"What's going on?" Damien frowned.
"Damien Knight, it's all my fault. I accidentally bumped into Ms. Parker at the corner and broke the cake…" the maid replied guiltily.
Ms. Parker seemed to like the tiramisu very much.
"It's my fault, not yours." Kendall came to her sense.
She had been so preoccupied with figuring out where to start eating the cake that she didn't pay attention when she turned the corner.
She felt sorry about the tiramisu.
"I…I'll go to the city and buy another one for you!" The maid felt more and more guilty.
It was rare for Ms. Parker to like something. How could she be so careless?!
"When you arrive, the shop will probably be closed." Damien took off his suit jacket and handed it to Aiden. He looked refined and abstinent. in his white shirt.
He rolled up his sleeves, went to the kitchen to put on a dark apron, cracked the eggs skillfully, and took out the yolks for later use.
His series of behaviors made Kendall a little surprised.
Then, her surprise turned into admiration.
This extremely handsome man was like a magician. In just half an hour, he combined several random things into a perfectly shaped cake and it smelt so good.
"Tiramisu needs to be refrigerated overnight to get the best taste. But there is not enough time. Why don't try this?"
Damien took off his apron and brought the cake in front of Kendall gracefully.
Kendall picked up the fork, cut a piece, and put it in her mouth. The sweetness on the tip of her tongue made her eyes light up, and she praised sincerely, "It's so tasty."
There was a little more admiration that she didn't even notice herself when she looked at him.
Damien smiled slightly.
He liked the way Kendall looked at him like that.
"Does the Knights Family cultivate offspring to make dessert?" Kendall was curious and said to herself.
And it was so delicious.
"No." Damien's voice was deep and pleasant, "My mother also likes dessert. To make her happy, I learned how to make dessert with a pastry chef for two months."
He had a high level of comprehension and he learned things quickly, so he learned how to do it within two months.
Kendall nodded as she ate the cake.
She looked so cute, making people want to hold her in their arms.
Thinking of how helplessly she had cried last night, Damien blinked and said slightly, "I haven't made dessert for anyone else except my mother and you. Do you know what that means?"
If the outside world knew that he made dessert for a girl, they would be shocked.
Kendall cut a piece of cake, thought for a moment, and replied, "Does it mean that I look like your mother?"
It was eerily quiet all around.
Damien took a deep breath, took the cake in front of Kendall, and smiled, "Your cake is gone."
Kendall, who had been happily eating the cake, was stunned.