Translator: _Min_
Cen Xiaosi’s action was unexpected not just for the old man involved, the filming crew who were taken aback.
The crew initially intended to film everyday snippets, including some local snacks for a food broadcast segment.
Little did they know Si Fuqing, like the other elders, enjoyed watching street chess.
The live stream chat became chaotic with the gradual joining of Si Fuqing’s Mousses.
[Cen Xiaosi, what’s wrong with you? Why are you interrupting their game?]
[Isn’t this what Si Fuqing claimed she could do? Our Xiaosi is just letting her showcase her skills, what’s the issue?]
[Do you really need Xiaosi to speak for you? Did a donkey kick your mouth?]
[Again, another like Green Tea Lin. I realize now, we should thank the perpetrators. Without them stirring up trouble every day, we wouldn’t see our wife showing off her skills.]
The old man also raised his head, his eyes moving somewhat unfriendly over Cen Xiaosi, “You’re quite cunning, little girl. But let’s not talk about whether this young lady knows how to play. Even if she does, she has her own mouth to say so. Who are you to her to speak on her behalf?”
Cen Xiaosi’s smile froze on her face.
She hadn’t expected the old man to speak so directly and bluntly.
Was her performance just now that fake?
This is a live broadcast!
Cen Xiaosi’s hand clenched tightly inside her sleeve, her nails digging into her palm.
She only hoped that it was still early and, with the live stream being a last-minute notice from the organizer, not many people were watching.
However, since the Starry Star Girls group hadn’t appeared together in public for a long time, Cen Xiaosi only recently started hearing Si Fuqing’s name more frequently online, and she was completely unaware of Si Fuqing’s current popularity.
When the organizers sent out a live stream link titled “See the Divine Beauty of
The fans clearly heard the old man’s words.
[Laughing so hard, the old man’s keen eye sees through the green tea, brilliant!]
[Cen Xiaosi’s face turned green. Serves her right for being nosy.]
[Si Fuqing’s fans, watch your language. Aren’t we all in the same group?
Where’s your team spirit?]
[LOL, with this kind of group dynamic, better to disband.]
Cen Xiaosi, having intentionally bonded over a CP with Meng Xue, was second in popularity within the group and had a significant fanbase.
[Isn’t this Si Fuqing’s doing? What was she doing watching a Chinese chess game here?]
[The entertainment industry frowns upon setting up personas like scholarly or artistic girls. Mousses, tell your sister not to impulsively create such personas; they collapse in minutes.]
Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, amused, “Grandpa, you must have had quite the experience in your youth, haven’t you? Quite the discerning eye.”
“Humph,” the old man muttered, “Your flattery won’t work on me. I don’t believe a young lady can solve this old fox’s chess setup. Ah, I’m going to lose money again today.”
“Old Xu, why don’t you believe her?” The old man sitting opposite him chuckled, “You indeed can’t unravel my move. Why not let the young lady give it a try?”
The old man hesitated.
“Here’s the deal, grandpa,” Si Fuqing bent down and winked, “I’ll give it a try. If I lose, it’s on me; if I win, it’s on you.”
The old man promptly vacated his seat after the sentence, “Alright, young lady, your turn.”
Si Fuqing rolled up her sleeves, sat down, and picked up a chess piece.
Old Xu frowned as he watched. “How can you make that move? You’ll be trapped in no time.”
Trapped, meaning no viable moves left for one side.
Si Fuqing’s eyes were calm, but her movements languid. She casually moved a piece.
“I don’t like being filmed while playing chess,” the old man said emotionlessly, as he looked up, “You, you, make some room.”
The cameraman had no choice but to retreat, able to capture only Si Fuqing’s back.
[I’m dying of curiosity, what did Qingqing move?]
[Looking at Si Fuqing’s posture, she seems knowledgeable. Just an act, right?]
[Honestly, street chess by the elderly might be more challenging than top players in the Heaven Earth Alliance. True masters are among the people.] [Better not to film, saves Si Fuqing’s face.]
“What’s happening here?” the host approached, “D6 is about to arrive, and the event will start soon.”
“We were supposed to film Teacher Si’s food broadcast,” the cameraman replied helplessly, “But now it’s turned into chess. The old man is not easy to deal with, so we’re filming from a distance..”