Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation
Chapter 772 - 462: No More Reserved_2

Chapter 772: Chapter 462: No More Reserved_2

Monument Valley had been cleared by her, and Xue Yuantong had downloaded a game called "Vain."

It was a real mobile MOBA game; Jiang Ning had heard of it many times. At that time, Honor of Kings was still in development while "Vain," known for its exceptional graphics, had become a benchmark in MOBA games upon its release, but sadly, it was born in the wrong era.

Compared to Xue Yuantong’s internet-addicted girl gang, next door, Uncle Tang was in the chess-for-seniors group.

Uncle Tang and Mr. Qian were deeply engrossed in their chess game, and Butcher Zhang’s family showed up.

Uncle Zhang said to his son, "Ruyun, you mentioned on the phone last time that you joined the school’s Chess Club. Have your chess skills improved?"

Zhang Ruyun replied with confidence, "Of course, they have improved."

Uncle Zhang looked at his Qilin, his fierce face unconsciously softened a lot.

In his life, he had accomplished little, being just a butcher; his son, however, was different, a genuine college student.

When Uncle Tang finished a game, winning against Mr. Qian, he overheard Zhang Ruyun’s words and called out,

"The Chess Club? Come, come, come, Ruyun, play a game with me."

Uncle Tang had played chess many times with Ruyun when he was a child, undefeated.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruyun wanted to back out.

His initial reason for joining the Chess Club was because the girl promoting it was very charming. He was driven by his lust and paid the fee to join the club.

He thought that after mastering chess, he would emerge victorious and win over the beauty, but once he joined, he found out the girl was the club president’s girlfriend.

The president was publicly affectionate with his girlfriend every day, and Zhang Ruyun couldn’t stand such humiliation, so he stopped attending the club.

Thus, his chess skills not only didn’t improve but actually regressed.

Uncle Zhang said with a smile, "Ruyun, go on."

Uncle Tang said, "I’ve never played chess with a university student before!"

Zhang Ruyun bit the bullet and agreed. Fortunately, he wasn’t entirely useless—after entering university, Zhang Ruyun hadn’t learned much except how to cut corners, which had greatly improved.

Zhang Ruyun wasn’t good at chess, but he was skilled with a smartphone.

Today’s youth should be adept at using tools.

His phone had a chess app. Zhang Ruyun, without any sense of sportsmanship, set the computer opponent to master mode. Although there was an even higher Grandmaster level, it was unnecessary.

Master mode was enough to crush any ordinary person.

Uncle Tang made a move, and he followed with the app, then the computer made a move; Zhang Ruyun stylishly recreated it in reality.

Uncle Tang, initially all smiles, gradually turned serious and eventually furrowed his brow.

The smile didn’t disappear but had shifted to Zhang Ruyun’s face.

"Hurry up, Uncle," urged Zhang Ruyun.

After losing a "chariot," Uncle Tang fell silent for a while, then asked, "Can we play that move again?"

Zhang Ruyun, all smiles, said, "Go ahead, take back the move!"

Uncle Tang retracted the move and then lost a "cannon." Already at a disadvantage, the situation worsened and, after struggling for a bit, Uncle Tang was soundly defeated.

After the game, Master Tang’s hands were trembling.

The young Zhang, who had always lost to him, had now won effortlessly. Could it be he was getting old?

Master Tang, determined not to give in to age, played another two games with Zhang Ruyun, both devastating losses.

Zhang Ruyun’s smile grew even brighter, although the victory wasn’t earned by true skill, it was real nonetheless.

Beside, observing all this, Uncle Zhang felt a surge of pride,

"I have a Qilin, Zhang Ruyun!"

Mr. Qian, unconvinced, played two games and was also soundly defeated.

Uncle Zhang and his son were unbearably arrogant, especially Uncle Zhang who said, "My great son, tonight I’ll make you some pork ribs stew, just got some good pork!"

Xue Yuantong, who was gaming, glanced over hearing this.

Pork ribs... regardless of what kind of person Uncle Zhang was, the ribs he brought back indeed smelled incredible.

Uncle Tang caught Xue Yuantong’s glance; at that moment, he recalled painful memories.

Uncle Tang’s eyes twitched as he said, "Ruyun, you indeed play well, but compared to that girl from the Gu family, you might not win."

Uncle Zhang patted his son’s shoulder, "My son is a university student!"

His words were filled with pride; his son was his greatest achievement!

Zhang Ruyun smiled confidently, undaunted, "She can’t beat me."

He used the chess master player on the mobile version of Chinese chess. Though a phone’s computing power was less than a computer’s, it was not something a little girl could overcome!

Uncle Tang called over Xue Yuantong and the others.

Uncle Zhang thought about the ribs and peaches they had lost to them before and felt heartache.

He blurted out, "If you can win, you can take two pounds of ribs from my house!"

Xue Yuantong asked, "Really?"

"Would I, Uncle Zhang, lie to you?" Uncle Zhang intended to reclaim what he had lost through his son.

Zhang Ruyun’s attention was not on the little kid, Xue Yuantong, but on the stunning Xue Chuchu.

Ever since he came back from summer vacation and witnessed such a beautiful girl moving into the bungalow, he was deeply shaken.

His girlfriend, the president of the Chess Club, paled in comparison to Xue Chuchu; she was like a toad to a swan, not even on the same level.

Last time, Zhang Ruyun had shown off his college entrance exam scores to chat with her and even offered to tutor Xue Chuchu, assuming her hard work must mean she was struggling academically!

Previously, there were also hardworking girls who studied all day in Zhang Ruyun’s class, but unfortunately, they only got accepted into third-tier universities.

Proudly a student of a first-tier university, Zhang Ruyun didn’t mind Xue Chuchu’s simplicity at all.

Later, he found out Xue Chuchu was a student from the Qingbei Class at Second Middle School, and like a chicken strangled by its neck, he became quiet and reserved.

Zhang Ruyun shamelessly used his phone to cheat, stealing glances around, and realized they were like Uncle Tang, unaware of his cheating.

Zhang Ruyun felt a surge of joy.

Today, he was determined to impress Xue Chuchu!

What is a true university student?

Xue Yuantong was good at browsing the internet and didn’t expose his act, pretending not to see.

The chess game began.

Xue Yuantong played at lightning speed, touching a chess piece and instantly making a move.

Zhang Ruyun’s computer needed a few seconds to think before responding.

"It’s okay, the faster he plays, the more mistakes he’ll make, and victory will be mine!"

Zhang Ruyun cheered on his computer.

Xue Yuantong captured a "Horse."

The computer clumsily responded after a few seconds.

Zhang Ruyun couldn’t understand the moves; he was puzzled since whenever he paid a price in games against Uncle Tang, the computer would always gain more.

Why wasn’t it taking now?

Xue Yuantong made several striking moves, and under Zhang Ruyun’s incredulous gaze, he maneuvered into a stalemate and won the game.

He slammed the table and shouted, "Uncle Zhang, bring the ribs!"

Zhang Ruyun stood motionless, staring at the screen where the hint showed he had won against a master-level computer, his mind in a haze:

"How is this possible?"

"Is he even human?"

...

Xue Yuantong took a bag of ribs home.

Their dinner was sorted.

Jiang Ning met Xue Yuantong’s expectations and brought two juicy Huqishan Tomatoes.

Xue Chuchu brought fresh mushrooms and corn from her home.

That night they stewed tomato, corn, and rib soup.

Xue Yuantong was the main cook, Xue Chuchu assisted, and Jiang Ning played with his phone.

The fragrance wafted out for half a mile; Uncle Zhang sat at the door with his son, both enjoying the aroma, while the family’s Black Back Wolf Dog barked frantically.

Uncle Zhang grumbled, "Quiet, quiet, quiet, or I’ll stew you!"

The pot of ribs was quickly ready.

Xue Yuantong stood in front of the pot, tasting a spoonful, then another, and another, and yet another.

The tomato rib soup was too delicious, its rich aroma filling the entire kitchen; it was so tempting that Xue Chuchu lost her composure and asked Tongtong:

"How’s the taste?"

Xue Yuantong scooped a spoonful and brought it toward Chuchu’s mouth.

Xue Chuchu’s rosy lips parted like blossoming petals, eager to taste.

However, halfway there, the spoon stopped; Xue Yuantong grinned, "Does it smell good?"