MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 6 Uncle: Sneak attack me, I was careless!

  Chapter 6 Grandpa: Sneak attack on me, I was careless!

  On the bus going back, Qian Quan briefly replayed the chess game played by the two old men, and he found that as long as he closed his eyes, the chess game could clearly come to mind.

This is undoubtedly a new ability after obtaining the "Master Level Chess Skill". I used to play blind chess with Ding Linlang, and I messed up after a few moves. Now, everything has become very simple, just like the math teacher in his graduating class. It is the same as explaining solid geometry with gestures, even making three auxiliary lines is not messy.

  A feeling of enlightenment.

  He even had the confidence to play blindfold chess with Dad, Uncle Ding, and Ding Linlang at the same time, and beat them one by one.

  The skyrocketing strength has increased his belief in victory, because the stronger his ability, the more confident he is.

  When I got home, I saw my father sitting on the sofa watching the news broadcast, and asked knowingly, "Dad, how was the game today?"

  Qian Wenlin glanced at his son, and said in a calm tone, "Win three games in a row, and entered the team."

   "As expected," Qian Quan flattered, "Why don't we fight again?"

  Qian Quan wanted to try his "master level chess skill" in the end.

   "Your mother will make dinner soon." Qian Wenlin was still looking at the TV, but then changed his mind, "The next round is fine. I'm in good shape now, and I don't think it will take long to win against you."

   "Okay." Qian Quan slipped away to get the chess.

  The father and son arranged things quickly, and Qian Quan left first as usual.

  Qian Wenlin, who thought he could end the battle quickly, frowned slightly after walking a dozen or so steps. On the contrary, Qian Wenlin became more and more relaxed as he got down.

   "Could it be the end of the battle?" Qian Wenlin said to himself.

  Qian Quan knew it well, his current chess strength was indeed far superior to that of his father, although this ability was given by his father.

   After walking a few more steps, Qian Wenlin fell into deep thought. After thinking for about three minutes, he said, "Is it reconciled?"

   "Yes." Qian Quan readily agreed.

   Just about to set another plate, my mother's voice came from the kitchen: "It's time to eat!"

  The two of them quickly cleaned up the chessboard, washed their hands and ate.

  At the dinner table, my mother asked about Qian Quan’s work at KFC, and Qian Quan said truthfully: “The things you do are easy to learn, and there are old people who take care of them. The salary is 10 yuan an hour, 8 hours a day.”

   "Can you eat those things in the store for free?" Dad asked.

   "No, you have to pay for it, but we have a discount. If you go to eat, I can also order it for you directly in the discount channel, without having to issue additional coupons."

  Listening to their son's description, Qian Wenlin and Yang Yuhua had expressions of relief on their faces.

  Qian Wenlin took advantage of Qian Quan's spare time to go to the kitchen to serve dinner and said to his wife: "Do you feel that Shi Shi seems to have grown up suddenly after receiving the university admission letter?"

  Yang Yuhua shook his head: "No, he will always be a child in my eyes."

  Qian Wenlin smiled noncommittally.

  After the meal, Qian Wenlin asked Qian Quan to play chess again. He still had some concerns about the reluctant draw.

  Qian Quan also wants to be his father's whetstone, allowing him to experience high-end rounds in advance, hoping to help his game.

  Father and son fight again.

  Qian Quan asked his father to go first, but his father waved his hand and refused: "You go."

  Qian Quan no longer refuses, and walks seriously.

  After about twenty moves, Qian Wenlin picked up a chess piece with his right hand, but did not drop it immediately. After pondering for nearly half a minute, he let out a soft breath and said, "Let's reposition."

  In this round, Qian Wenlin was no longer polite, and took the lead to move, his expression became extremely serious, and he really regarded his son as an opponent.

  Qian Quan responded calmly, dismantled each move as he saw it, and tried to show his father the exquisite chess moves in his mind one by one.

After walking more than twenty steps, Qian Wenlin stopped and said "strange" in a puzzled way, and walked a few more steps, and when it was Qian Quan's turn, he didn't move, and asked slowly, "Dad, are you still going down? "

  Qian Wenlin put the chess pieces in his hand on the board, and said with a smile, "No more."

  Qian Quan silently accepted the chess and did not speak.

   "Why did you suddenly become enlightened?" Qian Wenlin looked at his son.

   "Because of the chess record you bought." Qian Quan made a pun.

  Qian Wenlin nodded with a smile: "This kind of thing is not common, but it has happened. If you get the luck of chess and follow the trend, it is very difficult to stop it."

  Qian Quan smiled modestly.

"When I go to university in the future, there will be a chess competition. If you want to participate, you can participate, but you don't have to be too obsessed with things other than chess. Keep a normal heart, and then remember two sentences, do nothing and do everything, you have to forgive others and forgive others .”

   "Yes, I remember." Qian Quan nodded in response to the teaching.

  …

  Before going to bed at night, Qian Quan habitually logged into the small account "Do you know someone?" and checked the group messages.

  He saw someone in the group ask Ding Linlang what birthday gift he finally gave Faxiao. Ding Linlang answered truthfully, and then the group exploded again. Book friends said that the watch meant "confession".

  Ding Linlang had no choice but to reply, "The watch I gave is only for telling the time", and hurriedly went offline.

  Qian Quan smiled and shook his head, thinking, how many people have big brains.

  The next morning, Qian Quan went to work after breakfast.

  There were not many customers in the store in the morning, so he was arranged to go to the lobby to clean up the tables and clean up.

  By 11 o'clock, people began to enter one after another. The afternoon rush hour was coming, and Qian Quan transferred to the front desk for the cashier.

   Half an hour later, three long queues had already lined up.

  As a novice, Qian Quan's speed is a bit slow after all. In his line, a male customer in his thirties shouted loudly: "Can you hurry up? It's so annoying."

  The manager next to him helped Qian Quan explain: "Sorry everyone, he is a novice."

  The male customer is still dissatisfied: "Why do you use a novice? Waste everyone's time! If you can't do it, replace it!"

   Before the manager could continue to explain, someone in the team answered: "You think it's slow here, you can change to another line. What's the noise? Besides, which veteran didn't come from a novice?"

  Hearing this voice, Qian Quan, who had been ordering seriously, looked up and found that Ding Linlang was standing in the middle of the line, pretending to be a passer-by customer to speak up for him.

  Qian Quan suddenly felt happy.

  The manager took advantage of the situation and said: "I'm really sorry, brother, there are not so many people in the store, and it's rush hour at noon, please be considerate of each other."

   As he spoke, he said to Qian Quan with a serious tone: "Little Qian, go faster!"

   "Okay." Qian Quan responded, ignoring the male customer's complaints throughout.

   After a while it was Ding Linlang's turn. After she finished ordering, she deliberately boasted about the money: "Brother, your service attitude is really good!"

   "Thank you for the compliment." Qian Quan was overjoyed, but still maintained a professional attitude on his face.

  However, this happiness didn't last long, and was soon interrupted by two other customers.

   are also two acquaintances.

  Sun Shaokang and Song Xi.

   "Qian Quan?" Sun Shaokang's eyes lit up when he saw Qian Quan who was working as a waiter.

   "Excuse me, what do you want?" Qian Quan didn't have time to catch up with them.

   "A family bucket, and two more strawberry sundaes." Sun Shaokang said, putting his arms around Song Xi's waist, "Honey, do you want anything else?"

   "No need, these are enough." Song Xi shook her head calmly.

  Qian Quan quickly prepared meals for them.

   Before Sun Shaokang withdrew his hand from Song Xi's waist to serve the dinner plate, he deliberately touched Song Xi's upturned buttocks in front of Qian Quan, and said to Qian Quan with a nonchalant smile, "Let's talk."

  Even though Qian Quan has let go of Song Xi now, he still feels uncomfortable, that kind of disillusionment of "the goddess you once thought, but someone can play casually".

  At 1:30 noon, Qian Quan changed shifts to eat.

  He ordered a double-decker beefburger set meal for himself, and when he was looking for a seat, he found that Ding Linlang hadn't left yet, and was sitting in a corner seat typing with a laptop.

  The tall and handsome figure is bathed in the afternoon sun, and the whole body exudes a serious and focused charm.

  Qian Quan walked over and sat down opposite her: "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

  Ding Linlang finished typing a paragraph, looked up and said, "Wait until you get off work."

   "I don't get off work until six o'clock."

   "Then at six o'clock, let's have dinner together in the evening."

   "Okay, I invite you to eat pickled fish."

   After eating the hamburger and chatting with Ding Linlang, Qian Quan went on to work.

   At six o'clock in the afternoon, Qian Quan got off work on time, changed his work clothes and left the shop with Ding Linlang.

  Going out, I was about to walk towards "Fish and You Together", when I saw a few more people playing chess at the entrance of the Wanghuai Hotel next door.

   "Go and see?" Ding Linlang suggested.

"Um."

   The two walked over.

   Today is still the old man next door with a cattail fan and bare forehead defending the ring. He has won several games in a row and is unstoppable.

   After easily eliminating the opponent in front of him, no one dared to challenge him any more. Everyone smiled awkwardly and hesitated.

   "Who else is coming?"

  The uncle had a pleasant smile, but showed his sharpness, and spoke arrogant words in a kind tone.

"I'll try."

  Ding Linlang, who was aroused to be competitive, stuffed the computer bag into Qian Quan's arms, and sat down opposite the uncle.

   "It's a little girl, not bad."

  The uncle cheerfully gestured to Ding Linlang with a cattail fan, "You go first."

  Ding Linlang still started the game with a quick game of fighting chess, but the uncle had obviously seen big winds and waves, and he walked leisurely with a smile on his face.

   After about fifteen or six steps, Ding Linlang was defeated.

   "I need to practice more." The uncle said with a smile.

   "Yeah." Ding Linlang didn't care, and stood up casually.

   "Everyone is too polite today..." The uncle waved his cattail fan, looking proud.

   "Let me try it too." Qian Quan sat down with a smile.

  The uncle glanced at him and asked, "Do you want me to let you have two sons?"

   "No, it can be done." Qian Quan quickly arranged the chess.

  The uncle was amused when he heard it, he smiled and said: "Alright, let's see how you can handle it, let's go."

  Qian Quan did not refuse, and reached out.

   The first few moves were okay, neither of them stagnated, playing chess like the wind.

  After ten steps, the cattail fan in the uncle's hand stopped, and the speed was obviously slow.

   After walking another five or six steps, Qian Quan stood up with a smile: "Concession."

  The uncle looked at the chessboard, was stunned for a few seconds, and slapped his head: "I'm careless, I was attacked by you unexpectedly, let's play another game?"

   "We're going to eat, tomorrow." Qian Quan pretended to leave.

   "Are you sure you will come tomorrow?"

   "Sure, I work at KFC next door."

   "Then Cheng, I'll wait for you here tomorrow."

  The uncle is obviously still feeling overwhelmed by the loss and unwilling to reconcile.

  (end of this chapter)