Long Jin

Near Jiangcheng University, Purple Mansion Garden residential complex.

This was Professor Li Ping's home, and also the home of Long Sansheng, president of the Jiangcheng Writers Association.

They lived in the same residential complex. Not only that, Li Ping, Long Sansheng, and An Yueru had also been university classmates.

In a small pavilion within the complex, Li Ping was playing Go with Long Sansheng.

Looking at the position on the board, Long Sansheng sighed. "You keyboard-tapper, why are you better at Go than a literary man like me?"

"You literary types are too bound by constraints. Our minds are more active, so naturally I'm better than you."

"Listen to you brag. After all these years, it's not like I've never beaten you."

"How many times? Out of a hundred games, even once?"

"You little old man, another round."

"Fine, another round."

The two old men glared and huffed at each other, neither willing to concede.

Back in university, Li Ping had studied computer science, while Long Sansheng and An Yueru had studied literature.

At the time, An Yueru had been a breathtakingly talented woman of literature. Long Sansheng had fallen in love at first sight and pursued her madly.

But An Yueru did not like bookworms. She preferred Li Ping, who was decent at basketball and more handsome.

Later, during a school event, Li Ping and An Yueru met and quickly got together.

Because of that, Li Ping and Long Sansheng had competed against each other for a lifetime.

Even though Long Sansheng now had a house full of children and grandchildren and no longer harbored those feelings for An Yueru, he still refused to accept defeat before Li Ping.

It was a feeling only men could understand. Neither would submit to the other, yet neither could do without the