In the quaint rural courtyard, Old Meng was holding a chess piece, deep in thought.
After maintaining the same posture for quite a while, the elderly man opposite him finally couldn't hold back and urged, "Are you going to make your move or not? If not, just admit defeat already!"
"Don't rush me, I need to think some more." Old Meng furrowed his brow. "Don't disrupt my train of thought!"
"Does struggling on the brink of defeat do you any good?" the elderly man opposite him sneered.
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Struggling on the brink of defeat is useless, but dragging it out is quite beneficial.
Before Old Meng could place the chess piece, there was a faint commotion outside, and soon a middle-aged man appeared at the door. Seeing the scene in the courtyard, the middle-aged man was afraid of disturbing their chess game, so he walked softly, worried about disrupting them.
