This movement of Jing Jiu's drew attention to him again.
People began guessing at his identity again.
Standing beside the Go table, he could see the position on the board perfectly clearly, even the wrinkles on Scholar Guo's face and the way the young man's extremely faint eyebrows rose. The Go experts watching could only stand a little farther away. Naturally, they envied his position and wished they could take his place; even standing beside the table to pour tea would have been wonderful. Who would have thought he would simply sit down like that? What sort of behavior was this?
Wait, where had that chair of his come from?
The game had passed the opening and officially entered the middle game. The situation had finally become a little clearer.
After some deliberation, Scholar Guo placed a stone. Feeling quite pleased with it, he finally had the leisure to relax a little, and then he noticed Jing Jiu.
He glanced at the bamboo chair beneath Jing Jiu and asked with a smile, "Would you like a cup of tea as well?"
"What tea?" Jing Jiu asked.
"Maojian sent over from Xinyang," Scholar Guo said.
Jing Jiu knew nothing of the art of tea and rarely drank it, but he knew the name. "Then I'll have a cup."
The steward of the Scholar's Residence had been waiting nearby all along. Before long, he brought over three fresh cups of tea.
Jing Jiu lifted the lid. A faint, clean fragrance rose with the warm mist. It smelled rather pleasant.
Just then, the young man responded, placing a stone in the upper-right corner of the board.
Scholar Guo's hand stiffened slightly around his teacup. His eyes narrowed, and his expression became exceptionally grave, all ease gone.
Click... click... It was not