Chapter 233: The Game Pool

5.30 pm, in front of the hotpot restaurant.

Bai Liu sits at the mouth of a boiling pot next to a bewildered Lu Yizhan, who is holding up a menu just after work.

It was a rare occasion when he didn't work overtime, and yesterday's unprecedented explosion allowed the Heretic Authority to take over Lu Yizhan and his department for a short time so that they, the ordinary people, could stay at home and not be affected.

So Bai Liu asked him to come over for hotpot, and Lu Yizhan came out honestly.

But Lu Yizhan came out this time, mainly to find out what happened that day.

Lu Yizhan is now Buming white, why the Bureau has been so busy with the bombing, and the day's events are being broadcast on television.

And Bai Liu, the culprit, is still sitting comfortably next to him, holding up a free cup of barley tea from the hot pot restaurant and shamelessly telling the clerk that he wants another shrimp slider.

Lu Yizhan snatched up the menu and stared angrily at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu took a slow peck at her tea and glanced at him, "What, are you going to ask me about the other day?"

"No!" Lu Yizhan said soberly, "You can't add more food even if it's on me! That's enough for six people!"

Bai Liu: "......"

This guy's brain is really different from the norm.

Lu Yizhan hasn't said a word about the explosion since we met, and he is as steady as a rock.

If Bai Liu hadn't been sure that he had seen this man that day, he might have thought that Lu Yizhan didn't even know that the bomber was him.

"Don't you wonder how I could have blown up the Rose Factory-" Bai Liu side-eyed Lu Yizhan, "-and get back in one piece and still be able to sit here and eat hot pot with you?"

Lu Yizhan nods honestly: "Curious, but I stand corrected."

Bai Liu asks, "Correct what?"

Lu Yizhan replied, "I don't think you blew up that factory."

"Why not me?" Bai Liu asked rhetorically, "You saw it with your own eyes didn't you?"

"It's because I saw it with my own eyes that I don't think it was you." Lu Yizhan lifted his glass and took a sip, exhaling a long breath, "-emotionally, I'm sure you wouldn't easily break with me after the deal, rationally, the thing you like best is money."

Lu Yizhan turned to Bai Liu: "To set off a factory like this, I get the impression that you're not the one with a vested interest, the owner of the factory is, so I'm guessing from that that I'm leaning towards the bomber being the arrested factory director, and you're just a front that jumps out."

"I Buming white why you jumped in and volunteered to take the blame, but you have your reasons for doing things and I don't ask questions."

Lu Yizhan's speculation is word for word spot on.

Bai Liu knew from a young age that Lu Yizhan was a very smart guy.

Highly accomplished, a man of action and determination, never hesitating to do what he wants to do, a man of incredible perseverance and stubbornness.

Although Bai Liu had been beating Lu Yizhan in various games, Bai Liu knew in his heart that he was only winning because Lu Yizhan was not serious.

Lu Yizhan doesn't care about winning or losing, he spends all his intelligence and energy on being a good person, which is why people who know him in a cursory way usually find Lu Yizhan to be incomprehensibly naive and stupid.

But Lu Yizhan is not really a naive person, on the contrary, he is very realistic - otherwise he would not have accepted Bai Liu's trading rules so easily.

It is usually too cool for an emotionally naive person to accept that a friend is paid to give to them.

But Lu Yizhan doesn't care about this at all, which means that Lu Yizhan fully agrees with Bai Liu's idea of trading.

Bai Liu has the ordering pencil in his hand, twirling it back and forth in boredom, "- play futsal?"

Lu Yizhan clutches his cup with a preoccupied, drawn-out sigh and refuses, "-what a time to be playing games-"

"Win three in a row and I'll tell you the follow-up to this factory explosion thing you've been worrying about." Bai Liu twirled his pencil and drew a cross on the hotpot's checkered menu, lifting his eyes, "If you can win five in a row, I'll help you out with this thing."

Bai Liu, who had already solved the explosion at the factory, was unfazed by the fact that he was fooling Lu Yizhan with the same thing.

"Deal!" Lu Yizhan is quick to take the bait as he swishly puts down his glass, takes the pen Bai Liu hands him and, after a moment of careful thought, cautiously draws a circle on the paper.

They played chess very quickly, almost as soon as one of them put up his pen, the other one did. There was no such thing as drawing a whole sheet of paper without solving the game, and the game was basically kept within a minute, with the winner immediately tearing up the sheet and throwing it in the trash.

By the time Tang Erda arrived, the rubbish bin next to the two men was full of waste paper.

Lu Yizhan's concentration was so high on the paper that he barely noticed anyone coming, just following Bai Liu's hand in circles, one after the other.

This continued until all five had arrived and Bai Liu closed the paper on which he was playing, "Time out, eat first, you haven't beaten me in a row so far."

Lu Yizhan now looks up regretfully, and then almost tumbles over the back of his chair in shock at the crowd of people gathered in front of him watching them in unison.

"Introducing my new colleague." Bai Liu joined his four fingers and introduced them in turn, "Tang Erda, Mu Sicheng, Muke, the kid you know, Liu Jiayi, and everyone else, this is my hairdresser, Lu Yizhan."

Muke greeted with a regular nod, " Hello Mr. Lu."

Mu Sicheng scratched his head uncomfortably, "...... Hello."

Tang Erda nods sternly, "Hello."

Liu Jiayi, sitting on a chair and shaking her feet, smiles sweetly at Lu Yizhan with her face in her hands: "Hello Uncle Lu."

Lu Yizhan looked at Liu Jiayi with a shocked expression: "No? Bai Liu, what kind of company do you work for? Why do you employ child labour?"

"If I had to say ......" Bai Liu mused for a moment, "a major star-making company?"

Lu Yizhan gulped nervously as he looked at the row of people who had cleaned up so brightly that they were going to blind him, and asked shakily, "Is it legal?"

Bai Liu smiles: "Legal."

Lu Yizhan wanted to ask Bai Liu about the details, but when he saw that the group had started to eat the hot pot at Bai Liu's greeting, he had to swallow his doubts as his flesh ached.

...... No wonder this Bai Liu guy ordered so many at once.

But soon Lu Yizhan's attention was diverted when Bai Liu began to distract him from his game of chess while eating his hot pot.

Liu Jiayi has a small appetite and soon ate almost all of it.

She moved a small bench and sat next to it to watch these two play chess.

Liu Jiayi, wearing a visual contact lens prop, could see, and Lu Yizhan, who was playing seriously, did not notice this for the moment.

As the two of them draw circles on the paper faster and faster, Bai Liu stops eating idly while playing chess with Lu Yizhan and turns around to stare at the paper with his jaw propped up on one arm.

The face of Liu Jiayi, who was watching from the sidelines, also grew serious.

She looked up at Lu Yizhan a little incredulously - this guy looks like a good old boy, and he's got the reflexes of a pervert like Bai Liu?

And the winning margin is getting bigger?!

Muke was intrigued by the match-up and soon went over to watch it as well.

Mu Sicheng was not full, but was curious to see what Bai Liu was up to, so he lurched over with a small bowl full of vegetables to take a look.

But Bai Liu and Lu Yizhan were so quick to play that Mu Sicheng was dazzled, usually tearing off and starting again before he could see the paper clearly.

Mu Sicheng had to turn to Muke next to him: "What kind of chess are they playing?"

"Futsal." Muke replied.

Mu Sicheng is getting more and more confused: "I think it's a quintuplet too, but the most I see is three moves in a row and they tear the paper and start again ......"

"Because it's already a dead game." Muke replied intently, "They must have played it many times, and know the game well enough to see it to a certain point."

As we speak, Bai Liu has already lost two games in a row.

Mu Sicheng's eyes widened in surprise: " Bai Liu can actually lose the game ......"

Muke took a deep breath: "A relatively simple game like five chess is all about thinking and reaction time, Bai Liu has a very high intelligence and is reasonably dominant, and this Lu Yizhan did keep losing at the beginning ......"

"But in playing chess with Bai Liu, his thinking skills and reaction time are rising fast ......"

"The longer it goes down, the stronger this Lu Yizhan becomes in turn ......"

"You mean that now Lu Yizhan has the upper hand and it's Bai Liu's turn to keep losing?" Mu Sicheng looked incredulously at the paper.

Bai Liu is associated with [losing all the time], which in Mu Sicheng's eyes is something that defies common sense.

Bai Liu stopped writing and crossed his fingers on the table, staring at Lu Yizhan without any expression on his face.

Lu Yizhan was still in the mood for a quick game of chess when he saw Bai Liu stop his pen and looked up at him a little confused: "Why don't you continue?"

"I can't win if I keep playing." Bai Liu admitted this frankly as he got up and stood behind Liu Jiayi who was sitting on the sidelines, allowing Liu Jiayi to sit in his place and smiling at Lu Yizhan, "Jiayi plays for me next, if you can go on to win three games in a row against her, our deal remains the same."

Lu Yizhan frowned, "This little girl can't see, don't make jokes like that ......"

" Uncle Lu, I can see." Liu Jiayi pointed to her eyes and explained, "I wear contact lenses that Uncle Bai Liu bought for me to restore some of my vision."

Liu Jiayi held her heart in her hands, blinked her big eyes and begged, "Uncle Lu, I think it's fun to watch you play, can I play?"

"...... is fine as long as it has no effect on your eyes." Lu Yizhan hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Liu Jiayi took the good-natured look off his face, held the pencil Bai Liu handed him and gazed at the pencil and paper as he drew the first cross.

Mu Sicheng was a bit baffled by the direction the situation was taking: "What's going on here?"

" Liu Jiayi has a higher intelligence value than Bai Liu." Muke's eyes were firmly fixed on the sheet of paper. Muke's eyes were firmly fixed on the sheet of paper, "She has the advantage in a game like backgammon - Bai Liu is testing Lu Yizhan's game intelligence."

Liu Jiayi's play became faster and faster, and she was able to kill her way to the top, and Lu Yizhan, who had been dominant in Bai Liu's hands, began to lose again and again, struggling to win once.

But soon this situation changed.

Liu Jiayi's teeth gritted and her expression turned ugly as she began to write slowly, while Lu Yizhan, on the other hand, did not slow down at all.

Muke concludes, " Liu Jiayi can't hold out any longer."

Half an hour later, everyone left the hotpot restaurant and Lu Yizhan tearfully paid for the hotpot and the two books they had used up playing backgammon, waving goodbye to Bai Liu and the others.

After Liu Jiayi sweetly said goodbye to Uncle Lu, Lu Yizhan's face sank as soon as he turned around: " Bai Liu, this friend of yours is not right."

"What's wrong?" In Bai Liu's hand were three paper balls, which he slowly and methodically broke open to reveal the last three games played by Liu Jiayi and Lu Yizhan.

--Also Liu Jiayi lost three games in a row.

"A simple game like five pieces is the easiest way to measure a person's intelligence." Liu Jiayi looks up at Bai Liu, "For someone with a very high intelligence value, there is no catch-up period or a very short catch-up period, while for someone with a very low intelligence value, playing this game means that they will lose all the time."

"There's no such thing as the front not being able to, but the back getting stronger and stronger -" Liu Jiayi frowned at the memory of the game he had just played, scratching his hair in annoyance, "- -especially since Lu Yizhan keeps on getting stronger as the player's intelligence rises. -especially since Lu Yizhan is still improving as the person you're playing against increases in intelligence, always overpowering you, it feels like the person's intelligence is increasing-"

"-there's no limit to the same, is there?" Bai Liu squinted at Liu Jiayi, then raised his eyes to Lu Yizhan's back, "I often felt the same way when I was playing games with him."

"But basically as soon as I felt a little bit of it, he let me win."

Liu Jiayi was stunned: "Why won't ...... he let you go today?"

"Maybe I put what he wanted in front of him." Bai Liu turned around as if nothing had happened and crunched the mint in his mouth from the fondue place, "So he decided to get serious about playing games with me."