Writing a Novel

An hour later, Long Xuan looked at Qin Mingyue seated opposite him, surprise flashing through his eyes. He secretly sighed in relief. Good thing he had not let this girl... This girl had been pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, repeatedly claiming that she excelled at the Qin Path but not board games. Yet her mastery of the board-game path was terrifyingly high. If he had shown even the slightest contempt just now, he would have lost this match.

Long Xuan still felt lingering fear. That game had been exceptionally difficult, but in the end, he had relied on his greater experience to defeat her. If she gained a few more years of experience playing board games, he would not dare guarantee that he could consistently beat her.

"Thank you for letting me win! Thank you for letting me win! It really wasn't easy beating you in this game. Didn't you say you were good at the qin but poor at board games? You call this being poor at board games?" Long Xuan raised his brows and questioned her.

Fortunately, he had always been cautious by nature. No matter how great his advantage was, he never underestimated an opponent. Otherwise, this time he truly would have been toyed with by this girl. Sure enough, the prettier a woman was, the less trustworthy her words were.

"What I meant was that compared with board games, I am better at the qin. At Sacred Gu Academy, I am proficient in all four arts of qin, board games, calligraphy, and painting. Board games are merely the weakest of the things I have learned."

"However, among those of my generation, you are the first person to defeat me at board games. I will come find you again. Next time, the one