When it’s from the System, it’s guaranteed to be top-tier.
Lu Yiming, who had originally known nothing about Go, now found that after mastering the game, he was capable of challenging professional players.
As for Old Master Liang, he had made a common mistake among skilled players—underestimating Lu Yiming.
Never underestimate your opponent. That was one of the conclusions Lu Yiming had learned from his past life.
Old Master Liang, playing black, started with a corner enclosure using black 1 and black 3 at the komoku point, then used black 5 to slide into the corner. It was a bold opening—just like a professional, clearly trying to suppress Lu Yiming from the very first move.
If Lu Yiming were a mediocre player, he might have been scared off by that opening.
“Black 9 and black 11 expanding on the side… Grandpa, are you seriously treating this like a teaching game?” Lu Yiming asked.
“Less nonsense. Beat me if you can, that’s real skill,” Old Master Liang replied.
When playing chess, Old Master Liang seemed like a completely different person—decisive and aggressive. His skill was no joke.
Su Rongrong sat back and watched the game with peace of mind. She didn’t know much about Go, but with her grandfather’s skill, he could surely crush Lu Yiming effortlessly.
Once her grandfather formed a bad impression, it would be hard to reverse it. Serves him right—showing off like that all day! Su Rongrong had been suppressed by Lu Yiming from start to finish and was so frustrated she felt like she could burst a blood vessel. Now, she could only hope her grandfather would dominate the game and finally knock Lu Yiming down a peg.
At first, Old Master Liang still looked relaxed. This young man wasn’t all that impressive—he was just being led around by the nose. He had even tested him by baiting a trap, and Lu Yiming didn’t notice at all. That confirmed it—Lu Yiming’s skill was about the same as the old men who played in the park. Probably just attended a few Go lessons and now thought he was some sort of master.
Such an opponent would be easy to deal with.
Old Master Liang went on the offensive without hesitation.
But twenty minutes later, his expression turned serious.
What the…?
Why did it feel like every move he made had already been anticipated by the opponent?
No way… was this kid actually this good?
Those few seemingly random white stones from earlier had now proven to be surprisingly effective in the game. They looked like basic tsume techniques, commonly used in Go, but somehow they were causing immense pressure.
“You brat… are you doing this on purpose?”
“What?”
“Nothing. Continue.”
Old Master Liang couldn’t believe it. How could he possibly lose to a young man? Were his thirty years of Go experience all for nothing?
Another ten minutes passed. Holding a black stone in hand, Old Master Liang was stunned. Where could he play? Every move looked like a trap.
He fell into deep thought—unable to make a move for a long time.
Meanwhile, Su Rongrong was already dumbfounded. She had accompanied her grandfather to Go matches before, and wherever he went, he dominated. Even when facing professionals, he could hold his own—usually the win-loss rate was fifty-fifty.
Wasn’t that a bit too much?
This was the same spoiled rich kid she’d mentally dismissed?
Since when did rich kids start becoming so competitive?
“What are you thinking about?” Lu Yiming asked casually, in stark contrast to Old Master Liang’s intense concentration. He even had the leisure to observe Su Rongrong’s stunned expression, which he found surprisingly charming.
“You really know how to play?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
Well, he wasn’t wrong. He had cornered her grandfather to this point—how could he possibly be a beginner? Asking such a question now made her feel dumb.
“Ahem… That last move doesn’t count.”
What happened to “no regrets after the move”?
Watching her grandfather try to backtrack, Su Rongrong was speechless.
“Regret a move?”
“I wasn’t paying attention just now.”
“Alright,” Lu Yiming said generously. He had already figured out Old Master Liang’s level. It was quite decent, but compared to the System’s training… the gap was astronomical.
Half an hour later…
“This game doesn’t count! You were pretending to be weak and caught me off guard!” Old Master Liang said angrily.
He consoled himself by blaming the loss on his early misjudgment. If he had taken Lu Yiming seriously from the beginning, there was no way he would’ve lost so badly.
“One more game!”
He was determined to get revenge. Today, he had to win back his pride—otherwise, where would his old face go?
Now taking it seriously, Old Master Liang played cautiously from the very first move, treating Lu Yiming as a real opponent.
But…
Another half hour passed.
Brutal. Just brutal.
Even Su Rongrong, who didn’t know much about Go, could see how one-sided the game was.
Her grandfather had taken it seriously this time, yet lost even faster than before.
He paused for a long time before each move, while Lu Yiming placed his stones almost instantly.
What did that mean?
It meant that Lu Yiming had anticipated every step of the game. The source of this chapter is g.com.
The difference in skill was…
“You brat…” Old Master Liang was finally convinced. Lu Yiming’s skill in Go was far superior to his own.
“Couldn’t you have gone easy on me?”
“If I held back, wouldn’t Grandpa be even more disappointed in me?” Lu Yiming answered, still sticking to his principles.
“Well said! A game’s a game—why hold back? It’s not like I can’t take a loss. Xiao Lu, you’re impressive. With your skill, you could easily play in the professional league.”
That kind of praise was the highest possible compliment.
As for Su Rongrong, she rolled her eyes. Fine, she’d just keep quiet now.
But her grandfather’s admiration for Lu Yiming was clear as day, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
This outcome was the complete opposite of what she had hoped for.
“Alright, that’s enough. It’s getting dark. Grandpa, rest well. I’ll come see you tomorrow!”
She had to stop this before it went any further, or…
Su Rongrong was beginning to panic. Somehow, Lu Yiming had already charmed her grandfather so easily.
“It is getting late. Alright, let’s stop here for today. Xiao Lu, give me your number. Let’s play again sometime.”
For a chess lover like him, meeting such a worthy opponent was a rare blessing.
“No need.”
“Hmm? Girl, what’s with you today? Acting all strange and fussy.”
She kept interrupting him—could it be she really had feelings for Xiao Lu?
Su Rongrong: (ˉ▽ˉ；)… Like hell I do!
Lu Yiming was clearly doing this on purpose. Every move today felt calculated.
“Grandpa, that’s not what I meant. He’s just a classmate. If you want to see him, I can contact him for you.”
Whether she actually would contact him or not, that was her decision.
No way could she give Lu Yiming more chances. This guy had a terrifying ability to seize opportunities and climb his way up. She had to be on guard.
As for Lu Yiming—well, he thought, no need to push it too far. He had already left a great impression today. That was enough to reel in Old Master Liang.
With that, Lu Yiming respectfully stood up and took his leave.