Shen Mochen looked troubled for a while but ultimately shook his head. It wasn't too late to wear it if he lost this game!
What to do, what to do, was he really going to end the day in humiliation?
Biting his lip and in the midst of his quandary, a stroke of inspiration suddenly illuminated his mind.
In the world of his dreams, this type of chess existed too, and that scumbag he dreamt about seemed to be good at everything, including this game. After learning it, he never lost offline.
He had once told Yin Caiyu the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly because in his dreams, he often felt a telepathic connection with that Su Mo, so real it was as if he was Su Mo and Su Mo was him—although that scumbag wasn't as handsome as him.
Damn it, not as handsome and yet he had seven wives and fourteen concubines!
