During the meal, Wang Xiaoqing turned on the television in the living room. It was showing My Love from the Star, which had made Jiang Siming feel "thoroughly ashamed."
"Haha, A'ming, when did you film this? How come there wasn't any news about it?"
He Jiu asked with a laugh.
Jiang Siming shook his head bitterly, his face filled with the expression of someone who could not bear to look back on the past.
"It was when I went to Korea for the competition last time. I filmed during the day and competed at night."
"I see. But this TV series is really good. Even us middle-aged people are watching it. A'ming, you're about to become popular again," He Jiu said.
Jiang Siming did not want to say anything. It was better to keep his head down and eat.
After the meal, Jiang Siming and He Jiu started playing chess at home.
The loser had to let the winner stick a strip of paper to his face.
Jiang Siming laughed. He was a man who possessed Mastery of Chess.
He had originally planned to save this fragment for his grandfather, so he could go home during the New Year and crush the old man's pride as the "Village Chess King."
He had not expected to use it on He Jiu first.
During the match, Jiang Siming completely dominated He Jiu. Each game ended in less than two minutes.
The main problem was that Teacher He was only half-competent. Against a true chess god like Jiang Siming, it would have been strange if he had not lost.
Before long, Teacher He's entire face was covered in paper strips. He also had to write phrases on them himself, such as "I'm a pig," "I'm really terrible," and "I don't deserve to play