After a fierce battle on the chessboard, Li Mingwu's face grew darker and darker, and his pace in making moves became slower and slower.
In the midst of winter, sweat actually appeared on his forehead.
With a clack, Lin Anning uttered two relaxed words.
"Checkmate!"
Li Mingwu had no moves left to play. He had lost.
Huo Yang sat to one side, clapping his hands excitedly.
"Great, great, great, what a good girl you are, really making Grandpa proud."
Lin Anning, however, wasn't proud; she smiled at Li Mingwu.
"Just now, Grandpa Li made a wrong move, and I just happened to win."
Li Mingwu grunted, unwilling to admit defeat, and set up the chessboard again.
"Fine, you've won this round. Let's play another!"
And so they played another round, with moves and counter-moves across the board.
In the end, it was Lin Anning who said checkmate again, and Li Mingwu lost once more.
This time, even Huo Yang straightened his back.
