"You're very noisy." Qiong Ying frowned, and a black spot fell.
"Then I won't talk too much, or keep my words brief. Classmate Hanyue, who is there in your family?" Wu Yue asked while playing chess. He remembered that her registration form was very short, which really matched Hanyue's dislike of talking.
personality.
"Wu Yue, you can speak, but please don't mention my name." Qiongying rubbed her forehead, maybe she shouldn't use her real name, trouble.
On this side, Jing Hao looked indignant. He knew that he could not win against Feng Feili, but he was extremely attentive and followed the step-by-step instructions his elder brother taught him. He dealt with the situation slowly, without being impatient or impetuous, and with a calm mind.
Feng Feili felt like running away. Seeing the Dongfang child's ever-changing expressions, he felt helpless. How did he offend the Dongfang family?
Dongfang children are still young and have some success in chess, but they are still far behind Feng Feili.
Feng Feili didn't want to hit the Dongfang child, so she deliberately gave in quietly, because the Dongfang child was still a child, and it would be disgraceful for him to win; secondly, this was a classroom, not about winning or losing; thirdly, this was not a game, but a battle.
He is ashamed that a child is playing psychological warfare.
After about half an hour, Feng Feili deliberately set up a difficulty so that he could rest for a while.
Sure enough, the Oriental child's two little eyebrows were tangled, racking his brains and thinking hard, but he still couldn't make a decision.
Here, Wu Yue has shut up. He is racking his brains like an Oriental child. He thinks that his chess skills are not bad, but he has already guessed why he was forced into a dead end in just half an hour.
Han Yue’s chess skills are not low, but I didn’t expect them to be so low!
Qiongying played with a sunspot nonchalantly, feeling a little better, and finally sealed Wu Yue's mouth.
Another quarter of an hour passed, Wu Yue was still staring at the chessboard and thinking hard, but Qiongying had already left at some point.
But here, Feng Feili had seen Qiongying going upstairs for a while, so he also left silently.
At the scene, only Jing Hao and Wu Yue were left working hard on the chessboard.
Upstairs is the library, with rows of bookshelves full of books, all of which are relatively old. The new books are all in the library of Lance College.
The windows were closed tightly, and it became darker and darker as we went indoors. There was a strong smell of books in the air, as well as a somewhat old and yellowish smell.
The door is a bit heavy and makes a slight, cumbersome sound when opened.
Qiongying was behind the bookshelf at the back. Through the rows of bookshelves, she heard the sound of the door opening. She jumped lightly and put the books back on the bookshelf.
The person outside the door came in, he opened the window, the sunlight came in, the wind blew in, and you could see the dust rising in the air.
There is an unfinished chess game on the table in front of the window. There is some dust on the chess pieces. Obviously, this undecided chess game has been left idle for an unknown period of time. Upon closer inspection, the black and white stones are evenly matched, and the winner is difficult to determine.
It's a deadlock.
Feng Feili heard the sound of books being turned over from behind the bookshelf, and when she looked from a distance, she saw the black robe corner.
Above the chess room are the Library Pavilion and the Qing Painting Room. He guessed that she was not a painter, so she must have come to the Library Pavilion. Sure enough, he was right.
Feng Feili picked up a book and crossed a bookshelf quietly. Through the dark environment, he saw a small half-black figure. It was very dark and he couldn't see clearly, so he hesitated in his steps.