Chapter 0103: Ning Invincible
When the banquet officially opened in the evening, after Murong Qingyi's repeated requests, Ning Chen sat beside her very helplessly.
The magnates from all sides looked at Ning Chen, who was sitting in the first row, so calm and relaxed that he couldn't see the slightest mood swing, and they felt related.
This young man, who was reprimanded by Shu Lang just now as unqualified to share the table with him, sat in the main seat in a blink of an eye, and was adjacent to Murong Qingyi.
With such a high-standard treatment, even Cao Zhen, a senior in the chess world rooted in Fengtian, is not capable of doing it.
What's more, everyone agreed that Ning Chen deserved to sit next to Murong Qingyi and deserved it.
Because, he is the master that Murong Qingyi has publicly admitted for the first time.
This legendary female national player, who debuted at the age of 12 and first appeared at the age of 16, can get to where she is today, and all the glory behind it is brought to her by this young man recently.
Shu Lang looked at Ning Chen with complicated eyes several times, and at the same time he was not angry, but also felt a little regretful, this young man was far from being as simple as he imagined.
Mao Tianshi was also a little aggrieved, he didn't expect that Ning Chen's origin was so shocking.
Even in the chess world, there are only a handful of female national players who are under his guidance, and depending on the age of the two of them, the gap is not big, and it seems that they can only be familiar with each other since childhood.
Murong Qingyi has always given people the feeling of being down-to-earth and generous, calm and confident, but today in the face of a full house, he was rarely a little nervous.
She looked at everyone, and then looked at Ning Chen, who was close at hand, and her heart gradually became trance.
Under the dining table.
Murong Qingyi finally spread out his slender five fingers and moved them lightly until he touched Ning Chen's right hand on his knee, which suddenly tightened and grasped it.
Ning Chen's eyelids jumped, and he was disturbed by Murong Qingyi's unexpected movements.
"I'm a little nervous." Murong Qingyi muttered quietly.
"When I was a child, Brother Ning, you said, if you are nervous, grab my hand, and you will not be afraid."
Ning Chen hummed softly, without struggling, letting Murong Qingyi's soft and slender five fingers clench his palm.
Tonight's meal seems to be peaceful, but in fact it is weird.
The expressions of all parties looking at Ning Chen gradually doubled from shock and hesitation to interest.
They really wanted to know, what was Ning Chen's origin?
However, Murong Qingyi always kept silent, and after several intentional lobbying by the guests at the scene, he put aside the issue of heavy land and talked about the past of the two of them.
Childhood.
Acquaintance since childhood.
"Tsing Yi can get to where it is today, it was all because of Brother Ning's unintentional decision when he was eight years old."
"He saw that I was watching chess after him every day, and I was lonely and couldn't understand it, so he asked me if I wanted to learn chess."
"I didn't understand at the time, I thought it was very simple to learn chess, and I thought that I would be able to have a common language with Brother Ning, who knew that the cold and summer came and went, sitting there every day, sitting there like a fool, often meditating for a long time for a chess move."
"In those years, if it weren't for Brother Ning, I am afraid I would have given up a long time ago."
"The ancients said that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and your glory today is what you deserve." Cao Zhen nodded and praised.
Murong Qingyi bowed slightly to show her gratitude.
Ning Chen sat on the side, listening to Murong Qingyi's explanation, trying to conceive the picture of the two little guesses accompanying each other in those years, but it was a pity that ...... A blur.
He frowned, looking at himself reflected in the wine glass, still vigorous and in his prime, but in the depths of his pupils, there was a trace of twilight that should not be there at this age.
Close your eyes.
Take a glass of wine.
Spicy, pungent, like a fish in the throat.
Murong Qingyi seemed to notice Ning Chen's mood fluctuations, subconsciously tilted his head to watch, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Ning, what's wrong?" ”
"It's fine." Ning Chen shook his head and comforted, "Listening to you tell the story of your childhood, I felt emotional, and I couldn't help but be emotional. ”
Murong Qingyi's eyebrows curled, and then he laughed.
That smile is like the most brilliant peach blossom in early spring, delicate and beautiful, envious of a hundred flowers.
She thought that what Ning Chen said was true.
Actually, Ning Chen was lying to her.
Ning Chen didn't want to make Murong Qingyi cry sadly because of his own problems, so he tried his best to hide his memory injuries and pretended to know each other.
When Murong Qingyi asked him, he only replied ambiguously along with the question.
This time, Murong Qingyi's visit to Fengtian City was a temporary intention, because he was busy with his own affairs, and he should stay for a few days and leave again.
Ning Chen thought, just stay up until Murong Qingyi leaves happily.
So that you will not feel guilty.
"Listening to the proud tone of the Murong female doll, Ning Chen's chess skills must be more superb than we imagined, but I don't understand, why don't masters of this level go to the public?"
"I think, with Ning Chen's level, it is far from being comparable to those so-called national players, right? The two sides are facing each other, and they are afraid that they will be directly destroyed and crushed strongly! ”
Cao Zhenyu was a pun, and deliberately swept Shu Lang's eyes in the middle of speaking.
Shu Lang's face was pale, how could he not hear that Cao Zhen was sarcastically mocking him, his chess skills were not as good as Ning Chen, not to mention, and even the chess products were despised by the situation.
He wanted to refute, but unfortunately there was nothing to say.
In the battle just now, when Murong Qingyi took the initiative to admit defeat, he was on the scene, and with Ning Chen's weird chess style, he could be called a big demon and it was difficult to restrain him.
Over the years, Shu Lang has only met one character with such a strange chess style, and he is also a legendary character who exists in mythology.
Coincidentally, the surname is also Ning!
"Brother Ning was not in good health when he was a child, and he learned chess to cultivate his temperament, not to make a name for himself." Murong Qingyi explained.
Cao Zhen nodded thoughtfully.
Then Murong Qingyi added, "Actually, Brother Ning used to play with some chess masters in private......
"For example?" Cao Zhen's eyes lit up.
Ning Chen took Murong Qingyi's hand at the critical moment and signaled her to stop talking about herself.
It's just that Murong Qingyi seems to like to praise the only brother Ning in his mind to outsiders, so he frowned and said a little stubbornly, "Brother Ning, Yicheng has been waiting for you to go back!" ”
Yicheng?!
A large-scale virtual Go platform on the Internet.
Murong Qingyi's unintentional remark made the atmosphere unprovoked and solemn.
Cao Zhen and Zhao Sanjia realized something, their expressions changed slightly, and then they gasped.
Zhao Wanqing, who was not far away, also guessed the meaning of Murong Qingyi's words at the same time, and was silent for a while, her wrist trembled slightly, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.
"It turns out that Ning is invincible, it's really your ......" Zhao Wanqing muttered, the voice was not loud, but in the silent scene, it was like a thunderclap.
"Hiss."
"It turns out that the legend of Yicheng is you!"
"Ning is invincible, the only god of war in my mind, the unparalleled chess saint who stirred up the sky in Yicheng back then!"
Shu Lang, Mao Tianshi, looked pale.
Cao Zhen, Zhao Sanjia, and Zhao Wanqing were excited.
And the countless people at the scene were also so shocked that they couldn't calm down.