In just thirty seconds, Lance's smile at the corners of his mouth froze, and he took back the black piece.
Start over.
After another minute, he was done.
Of that minute, 55 seconds were spent by Lance thinking.
"Come on!" Lance suddenly stood up calling noisily, picking up Jiang He and making him play against Jiang Fulai.
Jiang He: "..."
With just a casual glance from Jiang Fulai, he allowed Jiang He to go first; Jiang He silently made a move—these two didn't need to think while playing chess—
The game was decided in ten seconds.
Lance and Ji Heng squatted on the side, both looking at Jiang He who had lost in just seven moves: "..."
Lance murmured to Ji Heng, "Turns out you're the real chatterbox."
Ji Heng, suddenly burdened with a huge pot, started to doubt himself too.
After that, every day he'd find someone in the alley to play chess with, and the alley folk were beaten until they doubted their life choices.
Twenty minutes later.
