Yang Xiao was about to get up and leave when he saw a Go board on a table against the wall. He asked,
"Do you know how to play Go?"
The waiter chuckled,
"Just for passing the ti."
"There are no custors right now, how about I play a ga with you?" said Yang Xiao.
The waiter said indifferently,
"Our way of playing is different from yours. You won’t be able to play."
Yang Xiao knew what he ant. They used consciousness to control the movent of the pieces.
Yang Xiao smiled lightly without saying anything, walked over, looked at the board, activated his consciousness, and a black Go piece flew out from the bowl and landed steadily on the board.
The waiter, who had earlier shown a mocking expression, now turned rigid and imdiately showed a look of surprise.
"You?"
"I once learned for a few months from a Genetic Store owner; it was he who taught this technique of controlling pieces with consciousness," Yang Xiao explained.
The waiter quickly responded,
"I am terribly sorry for not recognizing an expert. I’ve offended you."
"Just kidding. Shall we play another round?"
"Sure."
Thus, Yang Xiao and the waiter began playing.
The waiter’s skills were average, after all, the art of Go was from Earth, and they only used it as a thod to train their spiritual power attribute; they had not spent much ti studying it, so naturally, they weren’t a match for soone like Yang Xiao who had been learning Go since childhood until high school.
Spiritual power is a hidden attribute outside the four major genetic attributes of the human body.
In the past, when Yang Xiao played against Gu Bo, initially his ability to control pieces with consciousness was limited, and mobilizing a piece took a long ti. After several months of training, he could now manipulate the pieces with his consciousness as normally as moving them by hand.
After half an hour, the waiter conceded defeat.
The waiter was amazed, not at how good Yang Xiao’s Go skills were, but at the strength of Yang Xiao’s spiritual power, which controlled the movents of the pieces almost as quickly as his own.
"Another round?"
Yang Xiao smiled and said, considering it was still early and he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he went back now, why not play so more gas here.
The waiter looked around the now-empty hall and nodded. Playing Go was also a way for him to train his spiritual power, and he was happy to continue.
The two played three more gas, all of which the waiter lost.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Xiao got up to leave, and the waiter courteously accompanied him to the Genetic Store entrance.
After Yang Xiao left, the waiter approached the counter and inford the Genetic Store owner.
"Sir, that young man is quite special; he knows our Spiritual Power Technique."
"Mhm, I saw a bit of their ga earlier from afar. That young man’s spiritual power seems quite developed, probably around 8 points," said the owner.
"He ntioned that he learned from a Genetic Store owner."
The owner, taken aback, asked,
"Do you know his na?"
"I know; he transacted here during the day. His information is recorded on the Black Crystal Card, let check."
The waiter pulled out the black box, pressed a few buttons, and said,
"Found it, his na is Yang Xiao, the City King of both Nanmu City and Shanyun City."
"Oh, the King of Nanmu City? Check which City Lord is running the Genetic Store in Nanmu City."
After checking another device, the waiter replied,
"The Genetic Store in Nanmu City is managed by Elder Gu Bo."
"Mhm, I see. No wonder Elder Gu Bo’s Go skills have improved significantly lately. He’s found an Earthling as a sparring partner. Alright, get back to work."
"Yes, sir."
...
Yang Xiao returned to the 68th floor. It was roughly around 10 PM, and the hallway was unusually quiet. Those City Kings who had been clamoring for won were likely resting in their own rooms by now.
Walking past the bar, he saw the woman numbered 25 in a daze.
Yang Xiao walked over, waved his hand in front of her eyes.
"Thinking about sothing? You aren’t thinking about , are you?"
The woman numbered 25, smiling at the corner of her eyes, glanced at Yang Xiao and didn’t speak, pretending to keep a serious face but couldn’t help laughing first.
Under the lights, woman number 25’s beauty appeared hazy, her smile was full, and Yang Xiao’s heart fluttered. Suddenly recalling the dream from last night, he couldn’t help but reach out to stroke the woman’s cheek.
Startled, the woman quickly dodged Yang Xiao’s wandering hand, giving him a disdainful look, but it clearly had a hint of a smile.
Yang Xiao boldly moved closer to her face; as she unwittingly stepped back, she hit the wall behind her, finding herself unable to retreat further.
Yang Xiao took a step forward, his nose almost touching hers, close enough to sense each other’s breath.
The faint fragrance from the woman aroused Yang Xiao’s heart wildly, and a surge of impulse rose within him.
The woman’s face suddenly flushed red.
"I’ll wait for you in the room."
After saying that, Yang Xiao swiftly kissed the corner of her mouth and quickly retreated, heading to his own room.
Stunned, the woman reached out and released an electric arc towards Yang Xiao’s back, like a sharp sword aiming directly at him.
Yang Xiao suddenly felt a strong killing aura from behind and instinctively brought up a Light Shield to block it.
Startled herself, the woman instantly retracted the electric arc.
Yang Xiao turned around only to see woman number 25 glaring at him hatefully.
Yang Xiao, a bit puzzled, looked around but didn’t notice any danger. When he looked back at woman number 25, she had already turned away, deliberately avoiding his gaze.
Entering his room, Yang Xiao took a comforting hot shower in the bathroom, changed into pajamas, and lay on his bed waiting for number 25 to co.
Waiting for half an hour, no one showed up.
"What the heck? Not coming tonight?"
Yang Xiao then spotted a cup of tea on the bedside table, feeling sowhat thirsty, picked it up, and took a sip; it was still warm, and the tea tasted quite unique, so he drank it all in one go.
Lying back on the bed, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Then, he dreamt again of number 25 entering his room.
"Ding ding ding..."
The bedside phone rang.
Without opening his eyes, Yang Xiao picked up the handset.
"Breakfast ti, ti to get up for breakfast."
It was still the voice of number 25, this ti speaking without addressing him formally, but rather like a friend.
Even through the handset, Yang Xiao could sense the triumph in number 25’s voice, her suppressed laughter telling Yang Xiao: I got you again last night, haha!
Yang Xiao put down the phone and sniffed; indeed, the unique fragrance left by number 25 lingered in the room, even stronger on the blanket.
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