An Encounter

Sangsang didn't know how to play chess and had a terrible start. No matter how hard the old man contemplated, he still couldn't change her inferior position. As the game progressed, it was obvious that the black pieces were of the upper hand and about to win. However, there was no hint of pride on Chen Pipi's face. He looked extremely serious and earnest; his temples were even sweating profusely. The sweat dropped continuously down along his chubby face.

On the contrary, the old man appeared to be calm and relaxed. He drank the tea Sangsang handed him and put down his pieces casually, sighing. "I haven't touched chess pieces for fourteen years. I'm afraid I'm quite unfamiliar with them now."

Hearing the words "Fourteen years", Chen Pipi had to wipe the sweat off his face. Although he pretended to be calm, inside he was groaning and yelling, "It's him! It's him!"