"It's called deceit, but it's not like there was any real foul play involved."
The first few moves were indeed tough, but as the game went on, and the young lady's spirits gradually lifted, she pressed forward headlong with a burst of momentum, completely without any strategic layout, almost ready to smash the pot if it cracked further.
In fact, Chen Song hadn't underestimated her.
It was precisely this disregard for planning ahead that brought a seemingly dead game unexpectedly back to life.
"The current situation is unfavorable for you."
Huh?
Her train of thought abruptly interrupted, Liang Weining looked up to the elder sipping tea across from her.
A silence of two seconds.
"While playing chess, do you still consider your opponent?" the girl asked, her tone tinged with confusion.
Setting down the celadon teacup, Chen Song asked indifferently, "What kind of person counts as an opponent?"
A verbal trap.
