Everyone in the chess room was stunned.
They just let Ye Wushuang leave like that?
And what did that sentence from Ye Wushuang mean?
What does "only learning this little thing" mean?
Is she really that impressive?
"I am going to check Ye Wushuang's rank on the Chess Association's official website."
Male Student A took out his mobile phone, logged into the Chess Association's official website, entered the three words Ye Wushuang, and the search result was 0.
"0" represents that Ye Wushuang has not registered her name with the Chess Association.
It also means she has never passed an exam!
"What is this? I thought she was so impressive, but it turns out she has never even passed an exam; she is a complete beginner!" Male Student A held his mobile phone and complained:
"I said it, she is a village girl, how could she possibly understand international chess!"
Ye Wushuang came from a mountain village where educational resources were very scarce; how could she possibly have had the opportunity to come into contact with chess?
"Then why does she look down on the things we learn? We are all level 8 chess players of the Chess Association!" Female Student B was unconvinced.
The highest strength rank in the Chess Association is Grandmaster, followed by: Candidate Master, level 1 chess player to level 15 chess player.
Being able to become a level 8 chess player at their age is already quite good.
"Principal Shangguan is confused. He didn't even check Ye Wushuang's rank before putting her into the participating team." Male Student C frowned.
"The host of this competition is Feibird. If we lose to others on our own turf, how shameful would that be?" Female Student D sighed.
The accompanying teachers nodded in agreement.
If they really lost on their own turf, it would indeed be shameful.
"Perhaps the Principal trusts Classmate Ye more." Rong Qingru spoke gently.
"Wuwuwu, the Goddess is so gentle. Unlike me, I even want to beat up Ye Wushuang." Everyone expressed their admiration.
"You flatter me." Rong Qingru smiled modestly, feeling relieved in her heart.
To tell the truth, when she first heard that Ye Wushuang was coming to participate in the inter-school league, she was also quite panicked.
Because the current Ye Wushuang is full of uncertain factors.
She worried that Ye Wushuang was a hidden expert who would steal her spotlight and disrupt her plans.
Now it seems, heh, she is nothing.
Then what is the reason Ye Wushuang, who does not understand international chess, insists on participating in the competition?
"Qingru, it is your turn." Shen Wenyu pressed the chess clock; his handsome appearance was very outstanding among the crowd of passersby.
The smile at the corner of Rong Qingru's mouth slowly faded.
How could she have forgotten that Ye Wushuang likes Shen Wenyu very much.
The purpose is naturally to get close to Shen Wenyu!
Not bad, Ye Wushuang, you play the game of playing hard to get quite well!
I will never let you succeed!
Central Street.
Ye Wushuang asked the driver to pull over, opened the car door, and walked toward a dessert shop with a warm decor.
The shop owner in her thirties greeted her enthusiastically:
"Miss, what would you like to buy? We have black forest mousse, matcha mille crepe, cream puffs, tiramisu..."
Ye Wushuang handed the small amount of pocket money in her wallet to the shop owner.
Then she pointed at the black forest mousse through the display window, her voice calm: "This one."
"Okay!" The shop owner was about to put the cake into a box.
"Forget it, change to this one." Ye Wushuang pointed at the matcha mille crepe.
"Okay~" The shop owner put down the black forest mousse and went to get the matcha mille crepe.
"Sorry, I still want the black forest." Ye Wushuang pointed back.
"Fine." The shop owner went to get the black forest again.
She lowered her head and discovered that the slender finger that had originally pointed at the black forest in front of the display window was now pointing at the most expensive tiramisu.
"Miss, the price of this one—"
She met Ye Wushuang's black pupils; those beautiful eyes were opening wider little by little, filled with expectation and the desire to eat.
"The price of this one is just on sale! Miss, you are really too lucky. Here, it is packed, take it away, goodbye!"
The shop owner sent the guest off with a standard smile.
Under the counter, the shop assistant hugged her legs and cried: "Shop owner, you lost money again!"
"Don't ask, if you ask, the beautiful girl is the best in the world." The shop owner continued to smile, her heart bleeding.
Huashang Building opposite the dessert shop.
Ji Shen had both hands in his pockets, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His figure was majestic and tall, and his handsome face looked even more exquisite under the sunset.
"So she also has things she likes."
A trace of imperceptible smile flashed in his deep, dark eyes.
He had just finished a cross-border video conference when he discovered Ye Wushuang shopping in the dessert shop downstairs.
Dessert?
It is an unexpected hobby.
"Miss Ye seems to want to eat everything." Feng Jiu was thoughtful.
She had hesitated in front of the display window for a long time.
The smile in Ji Shen's eyes deepened.
The more he understood Ye Wushuang, the more he felt that Ye Wushuang was like a beautifully packaged gift box, dazzling and unique.
It made one unable to help but be curious about what was inside the gift box.
He thought.
Open it and see.
When Ji Shen returned to the villa, he found Ye Wushuang sitting in the restaurant in a daze.
The box containing the tiramisu on the table was already deformed, and the cake inside was also broken into pieces, scattered everywhere.
The young maid bowed and apologized at light speed: "Miss Ye, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am really sorry!"
"What is going on?" Ji Shen's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
"Replying to Young Master Ji, it is all my fault. I accidentally hit Miss Ye at the corner and dropped the cake..." the maid replied guiltily.
Miss Ye seemed to like this tiramisu very much.
"It is my problem, I do not blame you." Ye Wushuang came back to her senses.
She was busy pondering where to take a bite and did not notice the corner.
It is a pity for this tiramisu.
"I, I will go to the city and buy you another one!" The maid's guilt increased.
It is rare for Miss Ye to have something she likes; how could she be so careless!
"By the time you get there, the shop will be closed."
Ji Shen took off his suit jacket and handed it to Feng Jiu, wearing only a white shirt, looking scholarly and abstinent.
He rolled up his sleeves a few times, went to the kitchen to tie on a dark apron, and skillfully broke the eggs, taking out the egg yolks to set aside.
This series of actions made Ye Wushuang somewhat surprised.
Afterwards, the surprise turned into appreciation.
That extremely handsome man was like a magician; within a short half hour, he combined several scattered things together and turned them into a perfectly shaped cake, overflowing with sweetness.
"Tiramisu needs to be refrigerated overnight to achieve the best texture. There is no time, you eat this first."
Ji Shen took off his apron and brought the cake to Ye Wushuang with gentlemanly and elegant movements.
Ye Wushuang picked up a fork, cut a piece and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sticky sensation on the tip of her tongue made her black pupils light up, and she praised sincerely:
"Delicious."
In the gaze looking at the man, there was unconsciously a bit more worship that even she herself had not noticed.
The corners of Ji Shen's lips lifted slightly.
He liked Ye Wushuang looking at him with such eyes.
"Does the Ji Family also cultivate descendants to make desserts?" Ye Wushuang was very curious, and she silently added in her heart:
And make it so delicious.
"No."
Ji Shen's voice was deep and pleasant: "My mother also likes desserts. To make her happy, I learned culinary arts from a pastry chef for two months."
He had high comprehension and learned things quickly; he finished his apprenticeship in two months.
Ye Wushuang nodded while eating the cake.
That appearance was so well-behaved that it made one want to hold her in their arms and cherish her.
Associating it with the scene of her crying helplessly last night, Ji Shen's heart stirred, and his thin lips slightly opened:
"Except for my mother and you, I have never made desserts for a third person. Do you know what this means?"
If the outside world knew that he personally made desserts for a girl, they would definitely be surprised and unable to close their mouths.
Ye Wushuang dug out a piece of cake, pondered for a moment, and replied:
"It means I look like your mother?"
.....
The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.
Ji Shen adjusted his breathing, took away the cake in front of Ye Wushuang, and smiled slightly.
"Your cake is gone."
Ye Wushuang, who was happy halfway through eating: "?"
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