Sumr Monroe politely nodded at Mr. Irving: "Hello, my na is Sumr Monroe. I look forward to having a chance to play a ga with you later."
However, to Sumr’s surprise, the other party just nodded coldly and arrogantly at her before saying goodbye to Damian Knight and turning to his chess table.
Sumr felt she had given a warm smile only to be t with a cold shoulder by her grand disciple.
That feeling was really... indescribable.
"Don’t mind," Damian Knight explained, afraid she might feel awkward, "Mr. Irving is a chess fanatic. He only respects those skilled at chess. In his eyes, let alone you, if I couldn’t play chess, he wouldn’t say a word more to either."
Hearing this, Sumr indeed felt a bit relieved from her awkwardness.
She nodded and smiled, "It’s okay. It’s actually quite rare to et soone who doesn’t fear authority and only admires those with real skills."
"I’m glad you’re not upset. It’s my fault for introducing him to you."
Sumr shrugged indifferently, showing she was really fine.
"By the way," Damian Knight started, "you’ll be playing against Rachel Ross, Isaac Ross’s cousin. She’s also Mr. Thorne’s student. She narrowly lost to Mr. Irving last year. If you find it tough against her and lose, it’s okay. Losing to her is not embarrassing."
Sumr glanced at Damian Knight, unhappy, and asked, "Do you think I’ll definitely lose to her?"
For so reason, when others don’t believe in her, it doesn’t affect her at all. But when Damian Knight said it, she felt a bit stifled.
However, Damian Knight shook his head and said, "I don’t think you’ll definitely lose to her. I just want to tell you that even if you lose, it’s okay. In my heart, you’re already better than anyone. Whether you win or lose doesn’t matter to ."
Sumr felt warmth in her heart and bit her lip, saying, "Don’t worry, I’m your date, and I won’t let you lose face."
Damian Knight gave her a deep look and replied with a low "hmm."
Soon, the final round began.
Sumr sat across from Rachel Ross.
This ti, she was the black side, and Rachel was the white side. According to the rules, white goes first.
In chess, the person who moves first has a bigger advantage, but Sumr didn’t care at all.
Rachel twirled the "Queen" in her hand and laughed lightly, "Sumr, you were lucky before, but this ti facing , you won’t have that much luck. Concede at the opening, and I might just let you off without making you kneel to admit defeat."
Rachel finished speaking and waited for Sumr’s reaction.
However, Sumr just fiddled with her ear and asked puzzled, "Sorry, I zoned out for a mont. What did you say?"
"You—"
Rachel felt like she punched into cotton, turning black with anger.
"Sumr!" she said through gritted teeth, "Don’t go back on your word! The loser must kneel to admit defeat!"
Sumr shrugged and pressed the tir beside her, saying lightly, "Let’s start!"
Rachel took a deep breath to steady herself.
In the resting room earlier, she had already decided to use the Rossary Strategy against Sumr.
It was sothing her ntor had taught her, supposedly learned during a match with a chess master at Rossary. Her ntor called it the Rossary Strategy.
Originally, she intended to use this Rossary Strategy against Mr. Irving, but to make Sumr lose utterly, she decided to use a sledgehamr to crack a nut, even if Sumr was just a weakling who could be crushed with two fingers.
Rachel smiled coldly, her lips curling as she made the first move.
Sumr didn’t even think for a second before imdiately making a move.
When she played abroad, it was always speed chess, with each ga being a hundred dollars. Just by playing speed chess, she’d won quite a bit of money.
Thus, she developed the ability to think quickly.
Rachel saw that Sumr played so quickly and assud she didn’t know how to play chess at all.
For soone like her, who truly understood chess, each move required thinking three moves ahead. Sumr’s quick moves seed like brainless chess.
Thinking this, Rachel almost regretted using the Rossary Strategy against Sumr.
Sumr wasn’t worth using the Rossary Strategy on!
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