Lan Beicheng's shadow was nowhere in sight, and the chess-playing old man was very displeased: "He's a professor, how could he do this? Fleeing in the middle of a chess game."
Immediately, someone chimed in: "Facing a loss, even his underwear's at stake, he had no choice but to run."
"To stay would be asking for misery. The professor needs to save face."
"Ha ha, it's my first time seeing Professor Lan in such a sorry state. The wheel of fortune turns indeed, now it's his turn."
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