The Red Era, the Opening University Speech

Chapter 11 Oh, Uncle Yan, Your Car Is Gone

"Old Yan, why are you still showing off your regrets?"

"You are so old, and you have no shame."

Uncle Zhong and Uncle Liu had been holding back their anger for a long time, and when they got the chance they immediately started making indirect sarcasms.

"Master Yan, as you said, there is no regret in making a move." Li Mu said with a smile.

"My glasses were dirty just now, so I didn't see it." Uncle Yan took off his glasses and wiped them seriously.

"Pooh~" Uncle Zhong and Uncle Liu pooh'd at the same time.

Li Mu said calmly, "It's okay, I'll just regret it."

This is looking down on him.

He used to play everything, so chess was certainly no stranger to him.

Although he is not at the professional level, Li Mu can basically kill people at will as an amateur.

"Okay, then I'll regret it." Uncle Yan was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly resumed his position.

At this moment, a tall young man came running over with his shoulders hunched. "Hey, Uncle Liu, Uncle Yan, and Uncle Zhong, are you guys playing chess here?"

"Hey, this little brother looks familiar?" After the tall young man greeted him, he looked at Li Mu who was playing chess with Uncle Yan.

The more I looked at him, the more I felt like I had seen him somewhere before.

"Hey, what's going on in such a commotion?" Just as the young man was reminiscing, a greasy young man walked over from a distance.

As he got closer, the greasy young man suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, Uncle Yan, your car is gone."

"Car, why is my car gone?"

Uncle Yan was startled and quickly stood up. He found that his beloved bicycle was fine and glared at the greasy young man.

"I'm not talking about your bicycle, I'm talking about your car." The greasy young man pointed to the chessboard.

"What car? That's called a car (jū), and I got off at the right time. Are you cursing me?" Uncle Yan was very unhappy.

"That's right, Shazhu, why are you butting in on other people's business!" the greasy young man sneered.

"Xu Da Mao, how did my kind reminder bother you?" Sha Zhu glared.

The greasy young man named Xu Damao shrank his neck:
"Uncle Liu is here, Shazhu, do you dare to do anything?"

"Shazhu, what are you doing? Just watch the game of chess!" Uncle Liu shouted.

The movements of the three people attracted Li Mu's attention.

Li Mu turned his head and looked to the side:
"Shazhu, Xu Damao, isn't this the person from the Siheyuan TV series?"

"And Uncle Liu and Uncle Yan, the names are exactly the same."

"Could it be that I traveled through a courtyard world?"

Li Mu was suspicious in his heart, but he quickly raised his hand and made a jump to eat Uncle Yan's car.

"Will!"

After another three steps, Li Mu locked on the black veteran again!

"How could this happen!" Uncle Yan was shocked.

"Please!" Li Mu rubbed the chess piece happily.

Because of the existence of AI, the overall chess level in the future will definitely be higher than it is now.

When Li Mu first started learning, he practiced against AI.

Li Mu completely learned the AI's style of chess, which was to press forward step by step and calculate to the extreme.

"Let's go, Old Yan? What are you standing there for?"

Uncle Zhong said with a smile on his face.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Can't I just think about it?" Uncle Yan drooped his eyelids and trembled his lips, as if he wanted to regret his move.

"We can't regret it this time. It's better to just admit defeat after regretting for a game of chess. Don't you agree?" Uncle Liu said from the side.

"Who said I was going to regret my move!" Uncle Yan glared at Uncle Liu.

Seeing that he was about to lose, Uncle Yan became anxious. It was impossible for him to win, so Uncle Yan held the chess piece in his right hand, but his left hand quietly reached for the table leg.

"I'll get down here!" Uncle Yan shouted, attracting everyone's attention while lifting the table with his left hand.

However, before I could exert any strength, a big hand suddenly pressed down on the table!
Uncle Zhong sneered, "What? You want to overturn the chessboard and deny it?"

"Old Yan, hurry up and look for it on the ground. You've lost all your face. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

"Uncle Yan, your chess skills are not very good!" Shazhu, who had been watching from behind for a while, also said.

Uncle Yan retracted his hand awkwardly: "Who said I wanted to overturn the chessboard? This chessboard is fine!"

"And Yazhu, what does that have to do with you? Go away."

"No more playing, let's go!"

After Uncle Yan finished speaking, he stood up and wanted to leave.

"Don't be anxious, Old Yan. Where are the dried sweet potatoes?" Uncle Liu reminded with a smile.

Uncle Yan turned around, his face somewhat stiff.

Obviously, he didn't forget, but he just didn't want to give it.

That was a bag of dried sweet potatoes, usually only one of them. Once it went into Uncle Yan’s pocket, there was no way it would get out again.

"What I have here is a bag of dried sweet potatoes. Who knows what's in his lunch box!" Uncle Yan glared at me, obviously trying to cheat.

"Come on, your dog nose can't smell the buns, bring them to me!" Seeing this, Uncle Zhong and Uncle Liu snatched the dried sweet potatoes.

Uncle Yan felt as if his heart had been dug out, and walked away angrily with a face full of pain.

"Uncle Yan, why did you leave so early today? Usually you don't leave until you have dinner." Shazhu shouted happily from behind.

Xu Da Mao said happily: "You only keep playing when you win, and you won't play anything if you lose."

Uncle Zhong got the dried sweet potatoes and handed them to Li Mu: "You are indeed a college student! Not only is he good at studying, but his chess skills are unmatched by some people!"

"Take this dried sweet potato!"

It’s worth it to spend a few dried sweet potatoes to see Uncle Yan suffer a setback.

Li Mu quickly refused: "No, no, how can I take your things?"

"What do you mean mine? This is what you won. Take it." Uncle Zhong stuffed the dried sweet potatoes directly into Li Mu's hand.

Xu Da Mao, who was standing behind him, suddenly slapped his head and said, "I was wondering why you looked so familiar. I saw you last year when you were admitted to university."

"No wonder Mr. Yan couldn't win. He is just an elementary school teacher. How can he be as capable as a college student?"

Xu Da Mao looked at Li Mu with eyes full of admiration.

"Xiao Li, can you teach me a few tricks when you have time?" Uncle Liu came up and said, rubbing his hands.

"Go away, Xiao Li is in our courtyard, I don't even have the opportunity to learn from him, so how can it be your turn?" Uncle Zhong scolded with a smile.

Of course Li Mu would not agree:

"Playing chess is just my hobby. I don't have much time for it."

"I am still a student now, so I need to focus on my studies."

"Uncle Liu and Uncle Zhong, I think you should just forget about it. College students will be building the country in the future, so there is no point in spending their time on this." Xu Da Mao followed.

He has no other talents, but he is good at observing people's words and expressions.

Only then did Uncle Liu and Uncle Zhong give up.

Xu Da Mao also handed the things in his hand to Li Mu: "Brother Li Mu, I have some dry goods here, brought from the countryside, if you don't mind, take them."

"This is so bad. It's hard for anyone to have food at home."

Of course Li Mu didn't want to have anything to do with Xu Damao, so he found a reason to refuse.

Afterwards, Li Mu followed Uncle Zhong back to the yard.

After dinner, Li Mu returned to his room.

After a tiring day, he wanted to go to sleep directly, but thinking that he might be exposed at any time, Li Mu got up again and took out his professional book on mechanical engineering to study.

(End of this chapter)