I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 977 The Heavenly Godly Weapon

Chapter 977: Chapter 977 The Heavenly Godly Weapon

Although Wang Cuihua didn’t understand chess, she had a "Commentator" beside her who was even more dedicated than the ones during live broadcasts.

This commentator was none other than Bobo.

"Right now, Fat Uncle is almost entirely subdued by his opponent, constantly maneuvering."

Despite his young age, Bobo understood some strategies and provided very structured commentary; chess is extremely welcoming to those with high intelligence—it’s easy for them to get started.

"You don’t have to tell me, I know, how long has this been going on, oh my goodness, I need to pee..."

Wang Cuihua had been holding it in until now.

She dared not go.

Fearing she might miss the historic moment if she left, she saw it was nearing lunchtime, and Little Fatty was still locked in the match.

Her son and daughter-in-law had also disappeared without a trace, and she, leading the children in the outer field, was extremely anxious.

"If I calculate now, is there still time?" Wang Cuihua stared at Little Fatty’s opponent on the screen, wishing she could do more than just calculate.

If possible, she indeed hoped she had the protection of "Fairy" magic to use an out-of-body trick, go to the opponent and scramble his brain into mush— urge Little Fatty to win already; she was dying of anxiety.

"It’s okay, Granny, Fat Uncle can win," Luoluo turned her head and flashed Wang Cuihua an angelic smile.

Wang Cuihua heaved a sigh, sharing that hope, as did her uncomfortably swollen belly.

"Hmm, I also think Fat Uncle can win," Bobo said.

"Why? It looks very iffy to me." Dongdong frowned, while Chen Tong looked at the ceiling—with no interest in this stuff, he really wanted to go out and play soccer...

"If you look closely at Fat Uncle’s moves, it seems like he is being suppressed, retreating step by step, but I think he’s looking for a moment to deliver a fatal strike."

Dongdong gasped, not from being stimulated by Little Fatty’s play, but by Bobo’s insight.

"How do you know that!"

"Feeling," Bobo replied nonchalantly, turning his head to continue watching the black and white board on the screen.

"Hmm!" Dongdong nodded, his hand clenched into a fist, cheering for Little Fatty while making up his mind that he needed to study harder when he got back.

After all, in this family, if you weren’t intelligent enough, you had to make up for it with effort— as his mother said, diligence can make up for one’s shortcomings.

The children quietly rolled into action.

Suizi and her husband didn’t return the entire morning.

The mid-game was sealed, and Little Fatty managed to drag the game into the afternoon.

Currently, Little Fatty couldn’t contact the outside world; he didn’t know whether the Yu Family had received his call for help or not.

Lunch was delivered in a wide-mouthed thermos.

All he could eat was liquid food right now, and upon opening the thermos to see Goji Berries on top of the porridge, Little Fatty felt reassured.

Jiaojiao used Goji Berries to make three long patterns and one short on the porridge.

In their private code language, it meant "message received, rest assured."

It looked like Jiaojiao had indeed received his plea for help, and had accurately conveyed it to Jingting and his wife.

With such powerful support, Little Fatty felt even more at ease.

He might have felt at ease, but the chess player opposite him watched him; though not speaking, the intent to glare someone to death cannot be hidden—Little Fatty smiled helplessly at his opponent.

And received an eye roll in return.

That was understandable, after all, his sticky, annoying delay tactic was not endearing.

Little Fatty accepted all of his opponent’s fury, sighing inwardly once again.

If he had already offended the opponent, then... he might as well continue to offend.

He would have to continue with his sticky, annoying game until Jingting and his wife could resolve the issue.

Running against the clock, Suizi and her husband decided to split up and act separately.

They analyzed that Aunt Little Fatty’s side likely held an important clue, so they had Yu Jingting drive straight there, while Suizi rushed over to find out the situation from Little Fatty’s uncle.

Because it was on the way, Yu Jingting had initially planned to drop Suizi off at the roller rink entrance and go to the aunt’s house by himself, but before he even got to the rink, Suizi started to squint her eyes.

"Jingting, look, that couple hugging each other up ahead, does the man look like Little Fatty’s uncle?"

Yu Jingting took a closer look, and sure enough, it was him.

The man was Little Fatty’s uncle, but the woman in his arms, that was not his wife.

"Do you recognize the woman he’s holding?" Suizi asked, her face barely hiding her disdain.

In broad daylight, a married man was hugging and cuddling with another woman?

"The woman looks familiar, the wife of the guy who sells grilled squid?" Yu Jingting had many employees, but he had a good memory.

Suizi smacked her thigh.

"Great! This is divine justice! Bag that pair of shameless dogs for me!"

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Suizi felt that Yu Jingting’s expression was somewhat strange as he stared at her.

"Wife, did you just... did you just curse?"

His wife rarely ever directly cursed.

"Cursing? That’s putting it mildly. I wish I could devour those who block our collective honor alive, skin and all. I can’t be calm until Little Fatty secures the chess king title!"

Suizi was now seeing red.

For the group, the chess king title was more than just an honor; it was a spirit, a boost to morale!

She absolutely would not allow anyone to use filthy means to destroy this sacred moment.

Suizi now had her suspicions fixed on Little Fatty’s aunt and uncle; even if they weren’t the masterminds, they were highly suspect.

Why the sudden waist-twisting? And why now, during Little Fatty’s semi-finals?

And just for a twisted waist, there’s no need to have Little Fatty’s mom over to take care of you, is there? It was suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

Suizi was worried about not having a breakthrough, but stumbling upon Little Fatty’s uncle’s affair was an opportunity that practically fell into her lap.

With a nameless fury pressing on her chest, Suizi commanded Yu Jingting to revert to their old trade—bag-snatching.

Yu Jingting was highly skilled in this line of work back in his hometown, and although he didn’t practice much nowadays, he hadn’t gotten rusty.

He went straight up to the man, held him down, bagged him, and carried him off in one swift motion.

Little Fatty’s uncle was thrown into a bag before he could react—he was sure he was about to kiss Xiaolin, but then Yu Jingting suddenly appeared from the side?

Then he was shoved into the bag.

Yu Jingting waved his fist at the petrified Xiaolin.

"Keep your mouth shut tight, you understand?"

Xiaolin nodded repeatedly, frightened out of her wits.

The boss, who was usually all smiles, was this ferocious in a fight?

Yu Jingting carried the bag back to the car, ignoring the squirming Little Fatty’s uncle inside it, and drove the car to a deserted area. Pulling the bag out of the car, he gave it a few kicks first.

Whimpers came from the bag, the mouth was gagged, allowing only muffled sounds.

From those muffled sounds, Suizi heard a full measure of defiance.

She signaled Yu Jingting to open the bag, and Little Fatty’s uncle’s head popped out, resembling a blowfish.

"Why did you call Little Fatty?" Suizi demanded immediately, though in truth, she was bluffing him.

She wasn’t certain whether he had made the call or not; she just wanted to startle him and see.

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand a thing," Little Fatty’s uncle said, the sock being removed from his mouth as he hastily denied.