Chapter 2385
Father and Son Discuss the Way Through Chess
It was because the little bug called him godfather.
Otherwise, He Yuzhu would have thought to ask if Xiaochongzi would reject Liu Ting's suggestion if her own He Ping were ugly.
That's just how things are; it's easy to get carried away with some inexplicable ideas.
"Take He Ping out for a walk when you have time, relax a bit. Staying cooped up at home all the time can make you sick," He Yuzhu said gently to the little bug.
The way he spoke was almost deliberately strained.
Of course, He Yuzhu himself was unaware of this special treatment.
He Yuzhu is now like a father-in-law looking after his daughter-in-law...
That doesn't sound quite right.
That's roughly the gist of it.
The little insect nodded in agreement, its shyness deepening.
He Yuzhu wanted to say something to tease the child, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
He's clearly an expert at climbing trees to steal bird eggs, so why is he so easily embarrassed now?
He told the little bug to go back to study, then walked to He Ping's room and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came He Ping's muffled voice from inside.
"Your dad." He Yuzhu's words were tinged with displeasure. At this hour, who else but family would come to bother them?
Besides, He Ping's emotional breakdown during this period has made the whole family feel a bit awkward.
The room wasn't big, with two beds and a table, which was why the fourth child didn't want to stay at home.
If he wants to be at home, he has to share a room with He Ping.
The two brothers have such different personalities.
My own fourth son is such a chatterbox, he'd be perfect for performing crosstalk.
He Ping, on the other hand, has the taciturn personality of a man who keeps quiet.
The two brothers were never meant to be together.
A chessboard lay open on the table, with black and white pieces scattered among it.
He Ping sat at the table, holding a white chess piece in his hand, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, without even raising his head.
He Yuzhu pulled up a chair and sat down, not saying a word, just looking at his son.
He Ping's eyebrows and eyes resemble Liu Ting's more; he is refined and gentle.
At this moment, she pursed her lips, her brows furrowed into a shallow "川" shape, as if she were shrouded in something, unable to breathe.
He Yuzhu looked at his hands—long, clean, with calluses on his fingertips from years of handling chess pieces.
It's even prettier than a girl's hands.
If he went to Hong Kong Island, I bet people would want to hire him as a hand model.
He Yuzhu shook his head, shaking off those wild thoughts in his mind.
He suddenly hissed coldly, and sure enough, the noise attracted his son's attention.
He Yuzhu grinned and chuckled.
“I thought you were going to spend your life playing chess and not care about your parents anymore,” He Yuzhu said, breaking the silence.
He Ping then raised his head, glanced at He Yuzhu, and then looked back at the chessboard, saying in a low voice, "No, I just can't think of anything to be happy about."
He Yuzhu always felt that his son was rolling his eyes at him, meaning that he was being childish.
He looked at He Ping's complexion, which was worse than a few days ago. His eyes were sunken and a layer of bluish stubble had appeared on his chin.
Before I knew it, I was already a big kid.
"Son, do you remember what we talked about before you went to Shanghai?" He Yuzhu asked.
He Ping put down the white piece in his hand, picked it up again, and repeated this several times. In the end, he helplessly threw the piece onto the chessboard and sighed, saying, "Father, I can put it down."
I know I have many choices.
But our Go team had no choice.
We can't keep losing forever.
I want to help Senior Brother Nie and the others.
He Yuzhu didn't rush to reply, his gaze falling on the chessboard.
The black and white pieces were intertwined, and the two sides were locked in a tense battle with only a point and a half separating the winner. He also knew chess; at least the current high-ranking leader, even if he studied it every day, still couldn't beat him.
Last time, He Yuzhu made a special trip to visit the top leader because of Ma Aiguo's matter.
The higher-ups told him to play freely and not to give away points anymore.
He Yuzhu beat his opponent 2-1, and in the last game, he saw the big leader blush, but still made two 'mistakes'.
He Yuzhu wanted to take back his move, but the big boss laughed and forbade him to.
He then took out his camera and photographed the chess game as a memento.
Coaxing an old man is just like coaxing a child.
There will always be competition, and they will be happy if they can win.
Of course, his skill level is definitely not comparable to that of a professional like He Ping.
"Second brother, what do you think is the thing you lack most right now?" He Yuzhu asked.
"Level of expertise." He Ping's answer was always concise and to the point.
"Skill level doesn't fall from the sky; it's developed through playing against opponents of similar skill," He Yuzhu shook his head, giving his answer.
He Ping did not object, but nodded in agreement with He Yuzhu's statement.
After all, although he lost this time, his chess skills have really improved a lot.
But then He Ping said, "The team's training is also very tough, and everyone's skill level is very high."
He Ping now has his own thoughts and is no longer the obedient child who would believe whatever He Yuzhu said.
"I know you've worked hard, and I know you're all highly skilled."
But to put it bluntly, your biggest flaw is that you lack the desire to win.
Just like how you admire your senior brother Nie.
In your heart, he is that authority, that towering mountain.
You never thought you'd climb that mountain and stand on the summit to take a look.
"This isn't just your problem; your teammates all have this issue." He Yuzhu stated his true assessment of He Ping in one breath.
He Ping looked at He Yuzhu with clear eyes and a thoughtful expression.
He knew that since his father had said all this to him, there must be more to come.
His father was never the type to raise problems without offering solutions.
On this point, He Ping had complete faith in any rain column.
He Yuzhu felt a little flustered under his son's gaze. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice by half a tone, saying, "Second son, I have an idea. Listen to it."
He Ping subconsciously sat up straight.
"You lack experience in commercial competition."
How many matches do you play each year?
"I mean, the kind with an organizer, honors, and prizes," He Yuzhu asked.
"...We're doing better, with more than ten games."
Some players with lower skill levels may be eliminated within the team.
"They don't even have the qualifications to participate in the competition." He Ping frowned and spoke seriously to He Yuzhu about this matter.
He naturally knew what He Yuzhu was talking about.
Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.
Before playing Go with Xiao Rizi, they had also learned about the Go business environment on Xiao Rizi's side.
At least he knew that on Xiao Rizi's side, there were seven major news chess websites and rapid chess tournaments...
It can be said that those who can rise above their circumstances will reap both fame and fortune.
Great fame and fortune!
It's not like they won the game and got a certificate or a prize of a few dollars to tens of dollars.
Their sports academy's chess team is doing alright, but for some local teams, it's really too difficult. (End of Chapter)