Bird Soul: Unparalleled National Warriors at the Beginning

It was already evening when I returned home from Achihe.

After dinner, Nan Mengke took the initiative to bring the chessboard and play chess with Nan Yan as usual.

Nan Yan doesn't have many reservations about his sister. Anyway, he will not get involved in Go in the future. The world will eventually respect mahjong, so he still lets his sister go to national Go tournaments to gain a sense of presence. The victory in the AI ​​era is in his mind. The formula is taught in full.

This means that after teaching Nan Mengke, Nan Yan will no longer be able to defeat her steadily.

Anyway, losing to his sister is not a shameful thing. Nan Yan now only regards Go as an after-dinner entertainment activity.

Apart from Go, he really didn't have much in common with his beautiful sister.

After all, he can't just sit in his room and play online chess all the time.

"It's been a long time since we've been like this."

After placing a piece on the chessboard, Namco said softly.

"Isn't it always like this the past few days?"

Nan Yan said casually.

These days, he has been playing chess with her every day, so that the number of mahjong games has become less.

"That's not what I mean, I'm talking about the past," Nan Mengke's long eyelashes drooped slightly, "When I was young, you often took me to play chess, mahjong and poker together, even though we didn't even have the rules at the time. Too understanding, but also having a lot of fun.

Do you remember, you used to be very good, and you were among the best in elementary school. I was always secretly trying to surpass you in grades, but I was never able to do so..."

Listening to the girl talk about the past, Nan Yan was not very impressed.

Although he has integrated many memories of the original owner, just like Mahjong cannot be played without loss, Nan Yan feels that he is still missing a lot of memories.

However, the original owner's past was too miserable, so if the memory is incomplete, let it be as incomplete as it is. Anyway, there are no happy memories in Nan Mengyan's past.

Nan Yan was also a little surprised when he heard his sister say this.

It turns out that the original owner was not such a waste before, and was still very good when he was a child.

Unfortunately, Nan Yan has no impression of these memories, but they are basically incomplete.

It just seems like something like that happened, but it’s hard to remember.

Nan Yan could only attribute the problem to the memory of his previous life overwriting part of the memory of the original owner after time travel.

"If it hadn't been for that day when you played mahjong with her, everything would have changed...

Later, you didn’t like playing chess with me anymore, and your studies also plummeted. You ignored me for a long time and didn’t communicate with anyone.

I felt a little guilty at the time and felt that I shouldn't have let you play mahjong with her. Because of her, everything became strange.

Fortunately, my brother has finally come out of her shadow..."

At this moment, the girl suddenly told a story from the past that Nan Yan had no memory of.

What the hell?

He had no idea what Namco was talking about.

I have no memory of this at all!

However, considering that Nan Mengyan was a second-generation rich man, Nan Meng's parents were more open-minded than Nan Yan's parents in his previous life. After all, no one was seen all year round.

It's hard to imagine that Nan Mengyan would be so decadent. This is indeed unreasonable.

If Nan Mengyan encountered an accident when he was a child and ended up becoming a disabled person, Nan Yan felt that this would make sense.

But he had no impression at all.

"I don't care anymore."

Nan Yan could only pretend to be a sunny boy who came out of the gloom and said calmly.

He really didn't know that was the case.

Nan Mengyan played mahjong with someone, and then he turned into a decadent and fat man. Why is mahjong so powerful?

"Then do you still miss her?"

Namco raised his head and asked softly.

The girl's eyes were full of past sorrow, and it was obvious that she was indeed blaming herself.

But for Nan Yan, who has no memory at all, there is no sense of immersion at all.

"miss who?"

Nan Yan replied without thinking.

"Don't you remember?" Nan Mengke glanced at Nan Yan in surprise, "The girl you liked when you were young, she just beat you who was not even familiar with the rules of mahjong."

Speaking of that girl, Namco pursed her lips.

She was worried that mentioning that person would activate the nightmare in Nan Yan's memory.

"What's that girl's name?" Nan Yan asked curiously.

He couldn't remember anyone he liked as a child.

Does Sister Mengzi count?

"Tengbai Qishi." Namco said the name of this hateful woman word by word.

Nan Mengke was a little worried that Nan Yan still couldn't forget her.

But seeing Nan Yan's eyes, there was only confusion.

From Nan Yan's eyes, Nan Mengke finally understood that Nan Yan really didn't know who Fujishiro Nanami was!

"who?"

Nan Yan really didn’t know him.

Even if he had a crush on someone when he was a child, his XP will change now that he has grown up. Even if Fujishiro Nanami stands in front of him, he will not be affected at all now.

"..."

This time, it was Nan Mengke's turn to fall silent.

Nan Mengyan actually forgot about the girl he liked.

Nan Yan has no memory of the girl who plunged him into endless pain and finally surrendered.

Or...

Now he is no longer the brother he once was.

After a while, Nan Mengke suddenly asked: "Nan Yan, will you always be my brother?"

"Isn't this nonsense? It will always be." Nan Yan looked at his sister inexplicably, not quite understanding why Nan Mengke said so much nonsense today.

"That's good."

Hearing this, the girl showed a faint smile that Nan Yan couldn't understand.

As her voice floated gently in the room, the two entered into a wordless game again.

The next day, Nan Yan didn't go anywhere.

Enjoyed some leisurely time at home.

After playing mahjong with Monk Wo Sanwei, Nan Yan would feel slight palpitations for a long time when he touched the mahjong tiles.

Nan Yan knew exactly what this throbbing was.

It is the fear of being too weak and powerless.

Unlike K, he plays mostly Baidao Mahjong. The victory or defeat will not endanger his own life, nor will there be too heavy consequences. The rules of Baidao Mahjong are also open and transparent, and there are no unequal rules for each player.

And K needs to go through all kinds of carrot-cutting, and the people's pillar game with the fate of his parents as a bet, the rules are often not good for him.

In this case, what is often tested is not only the technology, but also the mentality.

That's why people like Akagi and Mengzi who sacrifice their lives can become perfect gamblers. They have unique advantages in playing dark mahjong.

Nan Yan couldn't guarantee that he could have such a perfect mentality as theirs. After all, he still cared about his own life very much. In a desperate situation, it might be difficult to be as indifferent as to regard life as nothing.

But at least before going to the dark mahjong world, polish your own abilities to the point where you can deal with the upper-level dark mahjong warriors with ease.

Otherwise, with his current ability, if he is not careful, he will risk his life in that world.

This national competition is a good experience.

After these days of rest, Nan Yan's fear of dark mahjong finally disappeared.

Time can make people forget many things, and it can also make the body forget pain.

Nan Yan finally took a deep breath.

Next, it’s time to go back to school and prepare for sleepover.

Unexpectedly, just when Nan Yan was planning to enjoy his last free time peacefully, another uninvited guest came to his home.

"My lovely brother, you are finally back."

Returning with Namco, who went out to buy groceries, was her cousin Yumeko Snake.

As soon as Mengzi came home and changed her shoes, she habitually pinched Nanyan's cheeks.

In my memory, Mengzi liked pinching Nan Mengyan's round face the most, saying it felt good.

But Nanyan would definitely not be scorned by Mengzi casually.

After calling out "Sister", he saw her outstretched hand and silently ducked away.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Na Yan, you have changed," Mengzi looked sad, "In the past, you obviously liked having your head and cheek touched by your sister. Could it be that you have another sister outside now?"

As soon as these words came out, Nan Yan felt guilty for no reason.

To be honest, there is one.

Nan Mengke, who was putting the freshly bought vegetables in the kitchen, poked half of his head out of the kitchen wearing an apron with cartoon patterns on it, and cheered: "I don't know if you recognize others as your sisters, but Nan Yan does." He has so many cute little sisters, and they are shouting 'Oni-chan, Oni-chan' around him every day, which is so disgusting!"

"Hey, it seems that our little Yanzi has grown up."

Snake Ghoul Yumeko said with an innocent smile.

"Namko is rude. Other girls of the same age call me brother, but she calls me by my name all the time."

In front of Sister Mengzi, Nan Yan also complained harshly.

In addition to teaching her how to play chess during those few days, this girl started to drift off again after she learned it, calling him by his name every day.

This girl is too realistic.

But fortunately, Namco is still willing to cook for him these days, which is worth the price of teaching her AI Go. After all, Namco's cooking tastes really good.

"By the way, how is Sister Mengzi doing at Baihua King now?"

Nan Yan asked curiously.

Nan Yan was still very interested in that aristocratic school.

In particular, the Hyakuro family should have some inexplicable connection with the dark mahjong world.

"It's very interesting." Mengzi said happily like a child, "This is the country of my dreams. There are many talents who are proficient in gambling.

This is simply heaven! "

When she said this, a strange blush appeared on Mengzi's face.

This is exactly the same as Namco. Namco also has a physique that blushes very easily, but as long as Sister Mengzi gets excited, her delicate face will almost drip with water like a ripe apple.

"Yeah, that's great."

Nan Yan nodded slightly.

For a freak like Yumeko who is comparable to the old thief Akagi, only an elite school where monsters gather is the most suitable for her.

"I heard from Xiao Ke that Nan Yan, you joined the mahjong club and successfully entered the national competition. Congratulations to you first, you are really awesome."

As long as Mengzi is not in a state of crazy gambling, most of the time she looks cute and innocent, and speaks straightforwardly without any scheming.

In fact, getting along with Mengzi is very relaxed and pleasant.

In her normal state, whatever she is thinking is what she says.

But Nanyan knew that once Mengzi got extremely excited in the gambling game, she would become very crazy.

"However, the school's student union secretary seems to be setting up a mahjong club recently. This may have something to do with the national competition you are participating in." Mengzi added.

"King of Flowers also wants to participate in the national competition?"

Nan Yan was surprised, "Will Sister Mengzi also sign up for the competition?"

"Hard to say."

Mengzi pondered slightly, "I personally don't have much interest in this kind of unexciting competition, but if I lose to them in a gambling game and become a 'slave', then I have to come even if I don't want to." .

But the King of Flowers probably won't let slaves participate in the competition. "

"..."

Nan Yan suddenly fell silent.

He had no doubt that with a clan like the Hundred Ghoul clan, which even the Kansai Black Road was in awe of, they had ten thousand ways to intervene in this national competition.

After all, the White Path does not regard the King of Flowers as an opposing Black Path.

If King Baika put together a temporary team to compete in the national competition, Nan Yan didn't know if it would change the direction of the competition.

However, even if the King of Flowers puts together such a mahjong team, it doesn't feel like it will cause much trouble if it enters the national competition and competes with the monster-infested Mahjong players for the championship.

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As the vacation came to an end, Nanyan finally said goodbye to his sister and cousin and boarded the train to Nagano Prefecture.

For some reason, Nan Yan found that whenever he got on the tram, he could always trigger some strange events.

For example, this time.

Nan Yan saw a thief reach into an aunt's brand-name bag and take out a wad of bills.

However, before he could remind him, a young man suddenly stepped forward to stop the thief and returned the money to the aunt.

What Nanyan never expected was that the person who subdued the gangster was the second-generation bird he defeated before, Takayuki Takahashi.

After this small matter was settled and it was time to get off the car, Takahashi Takayuki came over to say hello to Nanyan.

"Hey, I didn't expect to see a big celebrity from Nagano Prefecture here."

"Well, I'm a student after all."

Takahashi finally heard this.

Nan Yan is a relatively poor student, so taking the tram is normal. This sentence is a rhetorical question about why he, a second-generation bird, wants to take the tram.

Takahashi Takayuki was already used to it. After all, this mahjong genius did have the qualifications to be cold in front of him.

"It's just occasionally. Even though I'm a second-generation bird, I don't have much money. Nan Yan doesn't really think that a second-generation bird can just drive a luxury car and have a butler and a dedicated driver to pick him up and drop him off. That's too exaggerated. ”

Takahashi Takayuki said slightly teasingly.

It is true that he is a second generation bird, but before he became a professional bird scholar and inherited the family business, he actually only had more pocket money than an ordinary high school student, and there was no way to talk about financial freedom.

It is even more impossible to have a special plane to pick you up when you go out.

Through this kind of teasing, Takahashi Takayuki wanted to get closer to Nan Yan.

Now Nan Yan is definitely a piece of cake. Even his grandfather often praises Nan Yan in front of him for his power and skills as the top among this generation of mahjong warriors. Mr. Takahashi even bluntly said that it is a pity that Nan Yan is not as high as him. People from the Qiao family.

From here we can see Nan Yan's importance in the eyes of these big shots.

So Takahashi Takayuki naturally wants to release goodwill.

"After riding the tram for so long, I'm a little hungry. How about we go have a meal together?"

"Okay, what to eat."

Nan Yan's impression of this second-generation bird was not too good, but it wasn't too bad either, just at the level of an ordinary person.

Upon hearing his invitation, Nan Yan didn't show any pretense and agreed directly.

This was not because of the other party's invitation, this was his original plan after getting off the car.

"How about McDonald's?"

"Alright."

Nan Yan doesn't care.

Nan Yan eats less of this kind of Western fast food at home, mainly because Nan Mengke is worried about his weight gain and is unwilling to eat this unhealthy fast food no matter what he eats.

But for Nan Yan now, the high amount of calories produced by this kind of fast food can be consumed with a little exercise without gaining excess fat.

Eat McDonald's, just McDonald's.

But what Nan Yan didn't expect was that he would be plotted against.

After arriving at McDonald's, Nan Yan saw a group of men and women, many of whom were acquaintances.

Among them were Yagi Sakura, Sawada Tsuichi and Sawada Mizuki, as well as some peers whom Nan Yan didn't know. They were all brightly dressed and had extraordinary temperaments, and they were obviously not ordinary students.

This is clearly a party for the second generation of Que!

Seeing this, Nan Yan couldn't help but glance at Takahashi Takayuki.

After Nan Yan saw it, Takahashi Takayuki touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

But there is no other way. It is not easy to meet the great god Nan Yan. There is no way to invite him here without putting some effort into it.

Nan Yan didn't care too much about Takahashi Takayuki's thoughts. Anyway, he was just here to have a meal, and he would leave directly after chatting for a few words.

However, at this time, Nan Yan's eyes intersected with a girl's.

The moment he saw the other person, Nan Yan suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart!

She was a girl who didn't look too old, with beautiful black hair, a delicate oval face, and skin as smooth and flawless as white porcelain, as if there was light lingering in the snow.

The girl wears light makeup and wears clothes similar to those of a maid, but she has an excellent temperament. Her beautiful big eyes are bright and lively, but the corners of her eyes are slightly raised and her red lips are thin, which makes her feel a little more seductive.

The moment he saw the other person, Nan Yan suddenly felt worried.

What a strange reaction.

It is undeniable that this girl is really good-looking, but Nan Yan has seen many girls with better looks, such as cute, beautiful, dignified, delicate, Xiaojiabiyu, cold-blooded lady, etc., all in various styles.

So Nan Yan is already immune to any good-looking girl.

It can be seen that the moment he saw the other party, his heartbeat accelerated!

"Everyone, let me introduce you."

Takahashi Takayuki spoke, wanting to introduce Nanyan to the second generation of birds present.

However, before he could finish speaking, the girl who had just been noticed by Nan Yan stood up and gave Nan Yan an evil and charming smile.

"Long time no see, Nan Mengyan."

Hearing the girl take the initiative to greet him, Nan Yan's eyes darkened slightly.

I really didn't expect that the other party actually knew him.

"Maybe you don't remember me.

But it doesn't matter, I will let you remember me again. "

The girl walked toward Nan Yan step by step, her body light. "Then let me introduce you first. My name is——

Fujishiro Nanami. "