I already have a basic understanding of his rogue potential, and I no longer have any unrealistic illusions about his character in this regard.
When I pushed him away and my eyes were cold, Han would never go too far.
But in other words, this is a disguised admission that Han Jue's excessive behavior is also my acquiescence.
I'm tired and want to sleep.
I didn't want to care about him if he didn't leave, so I climbed into bed.
Han Jue wanted to come over, but I rolled my eyes at him. He sat aside, thought for a while and said, "How about playing chess?"
sigh.
Nod and indulge him.
Han Jue was happy and brought the chess over. He really likes playing chess, so he especially wanted to cultivate my hobby in this area. He had already bought a bunch of chess and put them here for me.
This time he was playing chess, which he thought was the most suitable for beginners. It was more fussy and something he could understand clearly.
As a Chinese, I kind of understand this stuff. Even though I haven't had sex with many people, I still understand how to move. With Han Jue's little guidance, I made rapid progress. The only thing was that he was very depressed.
I'm a bit of a murderer, and I belong to the type of berserk warrior who kills people when others stand in my way. I'll take it when I see it. As long as I don't suffer a loss by exchanging it, I usually take the initiative to exchange it.
Although Han Jue pointed me out several times, I ignored him at all.
For example, he very conspiratorially pinned my elephant's eye with a single horse, used his rook as a cannon mount, and then drew the chariot to the general.
In this kind of chess, I usually have to move the general and get rid of his cannon attack, thus losing my rook in vain.
Whenever I fall into his trap, he is very happy. Sometimes I find it funny. He is a scoundrel and I am a novice fighting, so what's the point of winning?
I looked at the chess piece and decisively used my rook to capture his rook.
Han Jue was stunned: "Hey, Zhuangzhuang, I'm the general! You have to respond!"
I rolled my eyes at him, of course I knew he was the general. But instead of letting him beat me to death so slowly, I would rather take the initiative to fight and fight to the death. This is my character.
It is really better to bravely fight to the death by someone who grabs your weak point and slowly tortures you to death.
But I never thought that the best ten years of my life would be like a trapped little animal, tied up in a cage with iron chains, slowly draining my youth, blood, and happiness.