Nightmare Immortal Era

Chapter 75: Othello, Go

It has been proven that there is indeed a significant gap between ordinary people and cultivators. Xiao Huan and Lin Yuanxi played ten rounds of Othello, with a final score of 0:10.

"Let's play another round, I will definitely win the next one!" Xiao Huan stared at Lin Yuanxi with bloodshot eyes.

"No more, no more. You're too weak!" Lin Yuanxi shook her head. "I wanted to win, but I was hoping for a more evenly matched and satisfying victory!"

It's not fun to dominate in Othello.

Lin Yuanxi looked at Yang Ning and said, "Shall we play again? I have completely understood the rules now, I will definitely beat you this time!"

"Next time, let's play next time. Didn't I say there are many ways to play this game? I'll teach you two more." Yang Ning said.

"There are more ways to play?" Lin Yuanxi's eyes lit up. She thought the game of Othello was already fun enough!

"Yes, the next game is called Go!" Yang Ning had played it on a handheld game console when he was in school.

"At the beginning, you place four pieces in the middle, two white and two black. Then, as long as a piece is surrounded by a different color on a line, it can be captured!" Yang Ning demonstrated and said, "You guys give it a try!"

The rules of Go were equally simple, and the two of them quickly understood the rules after a few moves.

Lin Yuanxi thought further. Since a line that is surrounded can be captured, does that mean the four corner pieces can never be surrounded? In other words, occupying the four corners guarantees victory?

So, while Xiao Huan was happily capturing pieces, Lin Yuanxi quietly started to position her pieces in the corners.

By the time Xiao Huan realized something was wrong and couldn't capture a few pieces, it was already too late!

The victory in Go was extremely terrifying because one side could capture all of the other side's pieces, leaving only one color on the board!

And now, there were only white pieces left on the board!

This was only the first game!

"Wow, you're bullying me!" Xiao Huan burst into tears.

Lin Yuanxi helplessly shrugged. "Sorry, it's my first time playing too. I don't know how to go easy on you!"

"Wuwuwu!" Xiao Huan cried even louder.

Yang Ning was speechless, but he had to admit that Lin Yuanxi had strong learning and calculation abilities. She truly lived up to her status as a cultivator at least at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer at the age of 21!

"Next, let me teach you Go!" Yang Ning said. "This is an advanced version of Othello. It's not enough to just surround a line, you have to completely enclose the pieces!"

Xiao Huan immediately stopped crying and returned to the board.

She felt that she had been careless in Othello, but maybe she could win at Go!

Little did she know that Go tested calculation and strategic abilities even more.

In the first game, after only fifteen minutes, Xiao Huan didn't know where to place her pieces anymore.

There was no space left on the entire board for black pieces!

"I was careless, let's play again!" Xiao Huan choked, clenched her fists, determined to win this time!

In the second game, after ten minutes, Xiao Huan looked confused.

In the third game, after only a few moves, Xiao Huan started to have a headache and gave up: "I won't play anymore, I surrender!"

I was only able to play a few moves and already lost four or five pieces. What a joke!

"Do you like this gift?" Yang Ning asked.

"Yes, both Go and Othello are very fun!" Lin Yuanxi smiled, her smile was enchanting.

As for Go, it's not as interesting when the goal is just to capture the corners.

However, it's still effective for crushing beginners.

"As long as it's fun!" Yang Ning smiled. "But remember, games are for entertainment. Don't get too addicted, or it will hinder your cultivation, and that would be putting the cart before the horse!"

"Yes, yes!" Lin Yuanxi nodded heavily. She also thought that there was no Go in this world, but he came up with such a fun game just to keep her entertained!

Does he only feel grateful towards me?

Thinking of this, Lin Yuanxi blushed, but quickly composed herself and asked softly, "Yang, Yang Ning..."

"Just call me Yang Ning, or Brother Yang, Ning Ge. Everyone calls me that!" Yang Ning said. "Calling me 'young master' or something like that is too formal."

It's mainly too awkward.

"Awkward, does he want to get closer to me?" Lin Yuanxi blinked and asked, "But aren't you younger than me?"

"As cultivators, a few years of age difference doesn't matter much. For example, a one-year-old and a ten-year-old are from different generations, but who would think that 101 and 109 are from different generations? What about 1001 and 1009?" Yang Ning said, "Of course, if you think it's not good, we can add a diminutive suffix at the end, like Brother Yang'er. But that doesn't sound good, it sounds a bit like a folk dance. Ning (second tone) Ge'er, Ning (fourth tone) Ge'er. Calling me Yang Ning with the second tone sounds good, but calling me Ning Ge'er with the fourth tone sounds good. So, Ning Ge'er with the fourth tone."

Yang Ning was pondering how to address himself, while Lin Yuanxi was pondering whether 101 and 109 were from the same generation.

Yang Ning thought that with Lin Yuanxi at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer, being from the Lin family, and having an older brother at the Gold Core stage, if they were in a relationship, wouldn't it be Yang Ning climbing high?

But he didn't know that Lin Yuanxi was also feeling insecure.

He's so talented, but I don't know anything about poetry and literature. Will he look down on me?

He's only 12 years old, and I'm already 21. Will he think I'm too old?

He dreams of becoming a great artifact refiner, but I used Divine Ability without permission to turn him into a formal disciple. Will he blame me?

And now, every word Yang Ning said was interpreted by her as a strong response.

I don't know if he also likes me, but at least he doesn't dislike me!

"Then I'll call you Brother Ning!" Lin Yuanxi said softly.

She knew that Ning Rong and Su Bai both called him Brother Yang, so she needed a unique nickname.

Her calling him like this made Yang Ning feel flattered, and he nodded eagerly.

Originally, he wanted to add a suffix to his name based on the customs and habits of his hometown.

For example, Ning Ge could also be called Ning Zi Ge, but he forgot everything when she called him just once.

"Brother Ning!" Lin Yuanxi repeated, smiled gently, and said, "Then you can call me Yuan Xi, and don't call me Miss anymore."

"Okay!" Yang Ning nodded.

"Brother Ning, do you have any new poems recently?" Lin Yuanxi asked.

"A cup of new wine, an old pavilion from last year's weather, when will the setting sun return?

Helpless, the flowers fall away, familiar as the returning swallows, wandering alone on the small garden path?"

Yang Ning shook his head, "No, I've been busy building a car for the past three months. Oh, do you want to try the car? Oh, you're already at the Qi Refining Stage, so you can fly. You probably don't need a car!"

He said it so naturally, and yet he claimed he hadn't written any poems?

But...

"A car?" Lin Yuanxi blinked, "What kind of car?"

"It's not very spacious here, shall we go out and take a look?" Yang Ning said.

"No problem!" Lin Yuanxi waved her hand, and the bamboo pavilion instantly transformed into a vast wilderness.

Yang Ning looked up and found himself standing on a vast plain.

And he was very familiar with this plain. The grass species here were the same as those on the border grasslands of the Yue Kingdom!

Turning his head to look at Lin Yuanxi, she was just smiling and not explaining.

It seemed like she really liked him, even her hobbies were leaning towards his poetry.

Yang Ning sighed and took out the car.

"What a beautiful car!" Lin Yuanxi exclaimed.

Her evaluation was not objective at all, considering she would live in a bamboo pavilion for the sake of a poem.

And those maple leaves all over the mountains, perhaps because of the line "park the car and sit to love the maple forest in the evening, frost-covered leaves redder than February flowers."

Since it was a car made by Yang Ning, even if it wasn't good-looking, she would still say it was.

The collection can't go up anymore.

This book has probably gone up in price again.

Writing novels is really difficult.

(End of this chapter)