Beast Girl: Starting with a Contract with the School Beauty Mom

The world is full of mystery.

This is a parallel world that has experienced a catastrophe. It also has its own chess, but it is a product of the catastrophe. Among the young people, only children like to play. Draw a few lines on the ground with a stick to make a chessboard, and pick up a few stones to make chess pieces.

It is completely a childish game. Those who are a little older go to play games.

People who really like to play chess think that these chess games are too superficial and have no technical content.

So people like Gong Yihong usually look for chess records from the previous era from some relics, hide at home and study all day, hoping to regain the elegance of their ancestors one day.

In fact, from the moment Fang Cheng entered the Gong family, he had already felt that Mr. Gong seemed to be quite interested in the things of the previous era.

For example, the waterside pavilion where we are now is a little different from the one in Fang Cheng's memory, but the general layout is the same.

Gong Yu quickly pulled Fang Cheng aside and whispered, "Can you play chess?"

"What chess?" Fang Cheng asked subconsciously. Is there chess in this world?

Gong Yu squinted her eyes and thought for a while and said, "It seems to be called chess."

"Chess?" Fang Cheng was stunned. There is chess in this world?

But after thinking about it carefully, it seems natural. Although they are in another era, the culture is always the same. The Dragon people's cultural identity with their ancestors is deeply rooted in their bones.

"Yes, have you played chess?" Gong Yu looked at Fang Cheng with a worried look on her face.

I can play chess, and my skills are pretty good, but I don't know if it is the chess I think of.

Gong Yihong on the other side had already prepared the chessboard, and suddenly shouted towards this side: "Hey! What are you two little guys whispering about there? Come over here and play a game with me."

Fang Cheng walked over with Gong Yu, and saw the chessboard on the table, and frowned slightly. As far as the chess pieces were concerned, it was exactly the same as the chess he knew, but why did the old man sit down?

Gong Yu found Fang Cheng frowning, and her heart tightened.

But Fang Cheng said to the old man: "Grandpa Gong, how do you play this chess?"

In Fang Cheng's eyes, this chessboard was not fully learned. To be on the safe side, it would be better to ask the old man about the method first, so as to avoid the old man not even learning the method, and making a fool of himself.

Gong Yihong glanced at Fang Cheng with disdain: "You kid, have you never played chess before?"

"It's been a long time since I played chess, so I can't remember clearly."

"Can't remember clearly?" Gong Yihong felt even more disdainful of Fang Cheng, who said one thing and meant another.

This kid, he obviously can't play chess, but he still found such a bad excuse. Do you think I will believe him? How ridiculous! He wants to be with my granddaughter with this kind of situation, it's just wishful thinking.

The more Gong Yihong thought about it, the more he felt that Fang Cheng was unreliable, and his contempt for him became stronger. He snorted coldly and said, "Then I will tell you about the rules. This chess..."

When he finished explaining the rules, Fang Cheng's heart was immediately settled. Except for the different position of the old general, there was no difference in other places.

At the same time, the old general's Tianzi grid was moved up and down one square on the chessboard. I don't know whether the old man felt that this position was safer, or that as a general of an army, he should sit in the center of the army.

Anyway, the old general is not as safe in this position as he is at the top of the nine-square grid.

Fang Cheng did not point it out, because when someone thinks you are not good enough, it is meaningless for you to say anything. It is better to kill him first and then tell him when he thinks you are really a god.

At that time, he will not only listen, but also listen carefully and nod frequently.

In order to show his grace, Gong Yihong deliberately let Fang Cheng, who was holding the red side, go first.

Fang Cheng did not give in to him and directly made a cannon two-level five, moving the cannon to the middle road and aiming at the opponent's middle soldier.

Gong Yihong smiled coldly and responded with a horse 8-7 in a leisurely manner.

In the second step, Fang Cheng's horse 2-3, dispatched the horse, and prepared for the subsequent attack.

The old man glanced at the chessboard with disdain on his face and made a rook 9-8.

In the third step, the rook 1-1, dispatched the rook quickly, and prepared to launch an attack.

At the same time, Fang Cheng kindly reminded him, "Grandpa Gong, be careful."

Gong Yihong glanced at Fang Cheng casually with a hint of contempt in his eyes, as if to say: Be careful, if you can beat me, I will eat this alloy chessboard.

With a look of disdain on his face, he moved the pawn 3 forwards 1. At this time, Fang

Cheng only needs to play a rook one level six to directly checkmate, and because of his chessboard, the old general's field characters are moved down one square each, and he cannot use the soldiers to defend, which results in a decisive kill.

But Fang Cheng knew that the old man asked him to play chess not to test his chess skills, but to use chess to test his character, so he kindly reminded him: "Otherwise, old man, you should regret your move."

Gong Yihong's disdain on his face became even stronger when he heard Fang Cheng's words. He snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, kid, don't think I don't know what you are up to. I, Gong Yihong, never regret my moves when playing chess!"

"Old man, that's not what I mean. I just think you may not have played well in this game. Why don't you take a closer look?"

Gong Yihong frowned, stared at Fang Cheng for a while, and then said unhappily: "Are you going to play it or not?"

Fang Cheng had no choice but to play a rook one level six to directly checkmate to form a decisive kill.

At this moment, Gong Yihong was completely stunned. He stared at the chessboard for a long time, and his face became redder and redder.

I lost now?

Gong Yu was not interested in playing chess, nor did she know how to play it, but looking at the old man's expression at this time, she knew that Fang Cheng had already won.

A smug smile suddenly appeared on her face, and her eyes were full of joy and pride.

"Little Fangcheng, well done!"

She was secretly surprised in her heart: "I didn't expect this kid to be able to do everything. I never saw it before."

Then, she turned her head and looked at her grandfather, her lips slightly raised, and said lazily and teasingly: "How about playing again?"

The old man coughed twice, pretending to be calm and yelled: "One more game! I didn't play well just now."

"Grandpa, don't be so stubborn, it's the same no matter how many games you play with Fangcheng."

Then, as Gong Yu said, they played several games in a row, and the old man almost doubted his life. Could it be that the ancient chess records that I spent a lot of money to find were all fake?

Fang Cheng didn't know whether the chess records were fake or not, but the old man's chessboard was definitely wrong.

Gong Yihong gradually calmed down after the continuous failures, and he began to seriously examine Fangcheng.

Let's not talk about his chess skills, but this kid's character and mentality are beyond reproach.

He did not get carried away by his own advantages, nor was he afraid of my identity. He always remained humble and calm.

As for his identity, although he was Xuanyuan Jing's illegitimate son, he is now Xuanyuan Jing's only son, and his identity is also a good match for Xiaoyu.

Just as Gong Yihong was getting more and more satisfied with his grandson-in-law, Dilina, who had been waiting for Gong Yu at the Gong family for half a month, stood outside the waterside pavilion and looked at Fang Cheng from a distance, and the whole person was fascinated.

Since the last separation from Fang Cheng, Diliya's heart was like a little rabbit, jumping around non-stop.

Often sitting alone in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, but her eyes were full of Fang Cheng's shadow.

After a while, she muttered: "I can't miss him, he is a bad guy!" As she said that, she puffed up her cheeks angrily.

But after a while, she was like a deflated ball, and her eyes showed a strong longing. "Oh, why can't I forget him?"

Since I can't forget him, let's go find him.

Once I made this decision, my longing for him was like a flood that broke through the dam and could not be stopped.

But where can I find him? He didn't even leave her contact information.

So she was smart and followed the clues she sorted out and came to Gong Yu's house, intending to ask Sister Gong Yu first. Unexpectedly, she waited for half a month.