"Cousin, as a brother, I have to say this to you. Although I am older than Brother Ling, in terms of study, whether compared to you or me, Brother Ling is far more knowledgeable than us. I
Why don't you respect him as your brother?" Wang Jinghui taught the fat man in an instructive manner, with a rather elder tone, which made him speechless.
Before the fat man could react, Wang Jinghui continued, "Furthermore, the sage once said: When three people walk together, there must be my teacher. What does this mean? Among the three people who study together, there must be someone who can be our master. So no matter how old they are,
If he is younger than us, it is not an exaggeration to call him master, let alone calling him brother."
As soon as these words came out, Ling Yun was taken aback, obviously shocked by what he said.
I didn't expect Wang Jinghui to be so big-hearted. He was not like the kind of person who just thought he was the best in the world and went out to brag about it even though he was not even half capable.
Take the matter of Wang Jinghui asking him questions. Every time he asked for advice, he was open-minded and never acted arrogant or superior to others just because he was the eldest son of the Wang family.
This is also an important reason why Ling Yun is willing to deal with him.
Unexpectedly, Wang Jinghui continued, "Hey, cousin, don't be too depressed. You are still young. You will understand when you grow up."
After he finished speaking, he patted the fat man on the shoulder with a sincere tone, whether it was encouragement or innuendo.
The fat man was taught a lesson and felt unhappy. He was angry and had nowhere to vent his anger.
He had no choice but to shake his arm, angrily turned his head to one side and said angrily, "Don't touch me."
Wang Jinghui didn't seem to be worried about the fat man being angry, and continued, "Cousin, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Yun suddenly discovered that Wang Jinghui was very talented in acting.
"It's okay." Fatty said in a low voice.
"Oh, that's alright, then why don't you take Ling Yun out first?"
"Oh!" The fat man didn't look back, his voice was choked with sobs, and he seemed to have been greatly wronged.
Ling Yun could hardly hold back his laughter. The way the fat man was sulking was so funny. For a moment, he couldn't help but laugh.
However, because it hurt Fatty's self-esteem, Ling Yun still suppressed his smile. He knew that Fatty was a person who always wanted to save face.
He had to go up to comfort him when he needed it, so Ling Yun had no choice but to change the subject and said, "Fat man, let's go play chess later."
"Okay, okay, I haven't played chess for a long time." Hearing that Ling Yun finally wanted to play chess with him, the fat man immediately cheered.
"Chess?" Wang Jinghui looked at the two of them in confusion.
Why do I feel that I don't understand their communication? I can't help but ask, "Brother Ling, what is chess?"
"Haha, no! Cousin, you don't even know what chess is, do you?" Fatty saw Wang Jinghui's surprised expression on the road and asked Ling Yun what chess was. When he got the chance, he didn't hesitate to ask
His yin and yang became strange.
Only then did Ling Yun realize that Fatty's ability to hold grudges was only increasing.
Faced with the fat man's cynicism, Wang Jinghui was not angry. He just smiled and said, "Oh? Could it be that chess is a scarce item? I have never heard of chess in more than ten years. It seems that my cousin seems to know a lot about this unheard-of chess.
, why not help Brother Yu answer his questions?"
Wang Jinghui's behavior can be said to be polite and gentle. Among so many people Ling Yun has met, he is impeccable in terms of his background and behavior.
"That's a game..." The fat man was shaking his head, pretending, and was about to speak slowly.
Unexpectedly, when Wang Jinghui heard that it was a game, he had no desire to continue listening. He sneered and looked at the fat man without saying a word.
"Why are you laughing?" This time it was the fat man's turn to look at him in confusion.
"Originally I thought chess was a precious thing, but it turns out it's just a small game. It doesn't matter if you don't listen or not!" Wang Jinghui shook his head, obviously no longer having any illusions about chess.
At the same time, he didn't forget to look back and warned Ling Yun with a serious tone, "Brother Ling, the college exam is coming soon. Don't lose your mind by playing with things. If you have time for games, you might as well spend more time studying articles. This is the most important thing."
"You...what do you know? It's just a simple game. It's just your wishful thinking and ignorance." The fat man immediately retorted, as if he couldn't see Wang Jinghui saying that playing chess is a sign of losing one's ambition.
"Oh?" Wang Jinghui looked at the fat man and then at Ling Yun.
Seeing Ling Yun's hesitant expression, Wang Jinghui suddenly became curious again.
I wondered if this chess set could have other uses.
"Huh, don't you know?" The fat man stuck out his tongue at him and made a face to look down upon him.
"Brother, I would like to hear the details." Wang Jinghui smiled slightly, lowered his head and asked the two for advice.
The fat man finally smiled, showing a gloating smile, "This is the right thing to do!"
Then he added, "Ling Yun said that you can play chess when you are tired from studying. This is helpful for the balance between work and rest, and for physical and mental health. We scholars cannot sit in the room and study all the time, otherwise we will become nerds. And according to Ling Yun, this
Chess can also be used in marching and fighting."
Wang Jinghui didn't pay much attention to the previous words.
But when he heard that chess could be used in marching and fighting, a gleam burst out in his eyes. He looked at Ling Yun in disbelief and said excitedly, "Brother Ling, is what my cousin said true?"
Ling Yun coughed twice, moistened his throat and said, "Brother Wang, don't get excited, don't get excited, it's only slightly useful, not as exaggerated as Shoufu said."
"Oh, then who created this game, and which scripture does it come from?"
When Ling Yun heard this, his eyelids twitched. Why did he think of the Four Books and Five Classics when he said something useful?
Could it be that except for the Four Books and Five Classics, all others are fabricated?
It's just that Wang Jinghui didn't find much use after hearing it, and his curiosity dropped sharply.
"It was not written by predecessors, but created by me. As for the source, it is a bit shameful."
"Oh?" Wang Jinghui was shocked when he heard that it was his own creation.
The previous multiplication formula was now chess. He couldn't help but look at Ling Yun again, wondering how someone younger than his cousin could come up with so many strange things.
Then he said again, "Brother Ling, you can come here, but the people here are not outsiders."
"Haha, Brother Wang is joking. Since Brother Wang wants to know, I won't hide my clumsiness. In fact, the game of chess is derived from a novel I wrote called Three Kingdoms. When I was writing this book, I was like death.
Quan Yong came up with this game."
"novel?"
"Um!"
"Brother Ling actually still has such thoughts? It's incredible. Is there any sample essay for this?"
"some."
"Can I borrow it to read a piece or two?"
“What an honor.”
Fatty:...Didn’t you just agree to play with me?
At this moment, his cousin pulled him over again.
Huh! You're a villain who doesn't mean what you say.
[Author’s digression]: Let’s start filling in the holes!!! Guess, what is the use of this?