Wu Zixuan was stunned for a moment, anger rising in her heart. Unwilling to accept this, she followed Ye Wushuang's footsteps, wanting to cause trouble for her:
"Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me with that attitude? Do you believe that I—"
"Stop making a scene!" Meng Yunjing grabbed Wu Zixuan and scolded her in a low voice:
"When you opened your wallet, your bank card fell on the ground by itself. No one took it!"
"Huh?" Wu Zixuan lowered her head and indeed saw a bank card on the ground.
She bent down to pick up the bank card, then looked up with a look of grievance, tears welling in her eyes:
"Brother Meng, this woman threatened me, saying she would send me to prison..."
Meng Yunjing ignored her, walked to Ye Wushuang's side, and bowed to thank her sincerely:
"Thank you for helping us get back the wallet. I apologize to you for her rudeness."
"The total is one hundred and thirty-seven yuan. Will you pay by card or cash?"
Ye Wushuang handed the small receipt to Meng Yunjing, her expression cold and clear.
She had no intention of chatting with them.
"C-card, please." Meng Yunjing took out his card, his ear roots turning red.
She seemed not to care about them at all.
Moreover, after approaching her, he discovered she was even more beautiful, the kind without a single flaw.
"Have a safe trip." Finishing the transaction, Ye Wushuang continued with her work.
Wu Zixuan, meanwhile, was being pointed at and discussed by the people around.
They had a look of, "How can the dignified daughter of the Mayor be so impolite?"
"Brother Meng, let's go quickly. If we don't leave now, the Chess Association will close!" Wu Zixuan did not want to continue staying with the commoners and hurriedly pulled Meng Yunjing away.
As the sun set, the customers gradually left.
Qin Yu was so tired she rubbed her waist, a satisfied smile on her face: "We really made a fortune today!"
Before the smile could last three seconds, Qin Lie walked into the dessert shop, leaning on a cane and swaying while holding a wine bottle.
"D-draw!" Qin Lie muttered, collapsing in front of Qin Yu.
"Dad!" Qin Yu hurriedly helped her father to the small bed in the back room to rest.
She skillfully prepared hangover tea and all necessary medicines, clearly accustomed to dealing with such scenes.
"Draw! Draw!" The drunk Qin Lie shouted angrily, filled with unwillingness and humbleness.
Qin Yu's movements paused, and tears fell uncontrollably.
Ye Wushuang arrived at the entrance of the back room, her gaze falling on Qin Lie, who had his eyes tightly shut.
A draw refers to a match where neither side wins or loses.
In a competition, a draw means no points are won, and no points are lost.
"Xiao Shuang?" Noticing Ye Wushuang's arrival, Qin Yu hurriedly turned her face away to wipe her tears, her voice hoarse: "I've let you see something embarrassing."
"What happened to him?" Ye Wushuang frowned slightly.
Qin Yu's lips moved, but she did not speak.
There were some things she did not want to tell outsiders, but having held it in for so long, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.
After a long while, she said in a low voice: "It is an obsession left over from a major tournament years ago."
"Was it that tournament where he was penalized for fighting?" Ye Wushuang's gaze flashed as she thought of the past events regarding Qin Lie.
No man would feel comfortable learning that his wife had cheated with his former friend and opponent.
This was a double betrayal; his impulsive behavior was understandable.
"It happened after that." Qin Yu's expression became dazed:
"After the fighting incident, my father was mocked and treated with cold eyes at the Chess Association. The major educational institutions that had previously scrambled to have him teach all retreated.
The family's financial situation plummeted, and I developed a fever and was hospitalized, requiring an expensive surgery.
At the same time, the Chess Association's quadrennial Master selection began.
The prize money from the competition was enough for my surgery, so my father immediately registered to participate.
On the day of the competition, my condition worsened, and the hospital kept calling my father, causing him to be distracted and lose repeatedly.
When the points reached the most critical match, my father encountered the person he hated the most.
The former friend who had stolen his wife and intentionally provoked him during the match: Sun Jiahao.
Times had changed; Sun Jiahao was now a favorite to win the championship, dressed neatly and full of pride.
My father, with his stubble and ragged clothes, sat across from him.
Because he had to take care of me, my father did not have as much time to practice chess as before, and he could not defeat Sun Jiahao.
On the verge of losing, my father begged Sun Jiahao for a draw.
As long as they could draw this game, neither would lose points, and my father could play another round, still having hope of winning the surgery money for me.
But Sun Jiahao would not agree to a draw.
No matter how my father pleaded, he would not agree.
In the end, Sun Jiahao won. The next day, the newspaper title was very eye-catching: 'The Former Genius's Humble Begging Could Not Stop the Birth of a New King in the International Chess World.'
Some even mocked me, saying my mother betrayed my father because he was too incompetent, and he deserved it."
Qin Yu shed tears again:
"This match was the final straw that broke my father. If it weren't for the former principal of Flying Bird Academy reaching out to help, inviting my father to teach at the school and helping him pay for the surgery, I wouldn't be alive today.
Now, my father teaches chess at the high school, and Sun Jiahao is the President of the Chess Association. As long as my father does not leave chess for a day, he will think of the painful experience Sun Jiahao brought him every single day.
I only hope my father can walk out of the shadow soon, stay away from everything related to Sun Jiahao, and live happily and healthily."
"Your hope has fallen through." Ye Wushuang broke Qin Yu's dream, her tone calm:
"He and Sun Jiahao will soon reunite and will once again become opponents."
Meng Yunjing and Wu Zixuan are students at Third High School.
Third High School is within the scope of this International Chess Inter-school League.
The two revealed earlier in the shop:
Meng Yunjing's Mayor father personally stepped forward to invite Chess Association Master Sun Jiahao to become the new International Chess Mentor for Third High School, aiming to lead the students of Third High School to win this league championship.
Time flies, the wheel of fate has overlapped, and Qin Lie and Sun Jiahao have become opponents once again.
It is just that this time, those fighting for them are their respective students.
Qin Yu was stunned.
She could not imagine what her father would become if he lost again this time.
At night.
Ji Shen had no socializing to attend and returned to the villa to eat with Ye Wushuang.
During the meal, Ji Shen looked at the clothes Ye Wushuang was wearing from time to time, a hint of regret flashing in his deep, lake-like gaze.
"Is there a problem with this school uniform of mine?" Ye Wushuang put down her bowls and chopsticks, frowning as she asked in confusion.
"No." The man looked away.
Is there any way to make Ye Wushuang wear a Maid Outfit and only let him see it?
Time flies like an arrow.
The days quickly arrived at the day of the Inter-school League.
Bright red banners were hung all over Flying Bird Academy, and everywhere there were students acting as volunteers, guiding the way for high school students from other schools.
During this time, Ye Wushuang had lived very peacefully, with no blind individuals coming to cause her trouble.
In comparison, the other dozen or so competitors were not having a very comfortable time.
One by one, they worried every day about what to do if they were dragged down by Ye Wushuang, and because their mentor Qin Lie had personally vouched for her, they had no choice but to go to the forum to complain.
They grumbled that Ye Wushuang had not even passed the exam, yet she could represent Flying Bird in the competition just because of a single gaze.
When Goddess Rong wanted to have a match with Ye Wushuang to verify her strength, Ye Wushuang brushed her off by saying Goddess Rong was unworthy.
It was too much nonsense.
Everyone who read the posts had two attitudes.
One side believed in Ye Wushuang, feeling that she would not act recklessly and that the mentor and principal would not have misjudged her.
The other side did not believe in Ye Wushuang, feeling that this matter was uncertain and that they might lose.
Everyone was originally exchanging opinions and views politely and friendly, until a loyal fan of Rong Qingru posted:
"If Flying Bird loses this competition, it wouldn't be too much to ask Ye Wushuang to kowtow to Goddess Rong, right?"
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