imperial psychologist

Chapter 430 Decent and Winning
"You don't seem to be very happy for me, Bo Ling." Mr. Heng Yuan said softly.

"Should I be happy?" Bo Ling held his hand down again, "A ruthless conspirator who regards human life as nothing is about to come out again...Should I be happy?"

Mr. Heng Yuan laughed.

"When you came to see me, you never disliked me for being cruel."

"One moment and another moment," Bo Ling said again, "...At that time, the door to your place was really locked."

Mr. Heng Yuan followed closely behind, "Aren't you curious about what the emperor wants me to do?"

Berlin stopped.

"Curious." She thought for a while, "but I won't ask."

"……why?"

"If the emperor wants me to know, he will tell me himself," Bai Ling said softly, "If he doesn't want to, but you really want to tell me... Then probably, it's not a good thing, right?"

Mr. Heng Yuan laughed again.

"...That makes sense," he patted his palms lightly a few times, "you're right."

There was silence between the two of them again, only the sound of chess pieces knocking down could be heard.

The chess game was close to the middle game, both of them forgot about the situation around them, and completely devoted themselves to the game in front of them.

Bo Ling and Heng Yuanjun appeared more and more in long exams.

With the deepening of the game, the advantages brought by the handicap at the beginning of the game to black are getting smaller and smaller.Bailing made several mistakes and was successfully attacked by Mr. Hengyuan. Since then, she has been at a disadvantage and has not recovered until the final stage.

Until this time, Mr. Hengyuan had a little leisure time to look at his opponent again.

"You just never know how to cast..." Mr. Heng Yuan reminded softly, "You have no chance of winning this round."

Bo Ling showed no expression, "...you said that before."

Mr. Hengyuan smiled - he understood which time Bai Ling was talking about.

Last month he played a big game of chess with Bo Ling, and the process was similar to today, Bo Ling had an advantage at the beginning, but fell behind in the middle game... Mr. Heng Yuan also felt that he had a chance to win.

Only that time, he ignored a big dragon that was not alive at the corner.

Bo Ling quietly bluffed elsewhere, slowly trying to advance. After more than 60 hands of hiding her strength and biding her time, she suddenly burst into a violent fit. In line with the previous steps, she raised the butcher knife in an extremely cruel way, and started the desperate situation fight back.

That game of chess lasted for four full hours, and the two of them sat under the tree for a whole day without eating or drinking. When it was over, they realized why it was getting dark.

That game of chess was really exciting, especially Bo Ling's layout in the later stage, his forbearance, and his grasp of the fleeting opportunity... all of them made Mr. Hengyuan amazed when he resumed the game.

It's just that this time, Mr. Hengyuan really didn't give Bai Ling another chance like this.

There is no suspense in the subsequent chess situation - Mr. Heng Yuan's offensive is meticulous, and he has shown unprecedented fierce killing intent in the official stage. All Bai Ling can do is to prevent himself from losing too badly.

When he had to admit defeat, Bo Ling sighed softly.

"I lost."

"Why do you need to go to this point? You are no longer a novice, you should be able to understand the overall situation," Mr. Heng Yuan pointed to the previous key turning points, "Here, here... and here, make a prediction of victory or defeat , it should be easy."

"Indeed." Bo Ling nodded.

"Then why don't you vote?"

"Waiting."

"Wait for what?"

"Waiting for the opportunity." Bo Ling said softly, "It may be a flaw that I didn't find, or it may be—"

"...Do you rely on the opponent's low-level mistakes to win?" Mr. Heng Yuan said lightly, "This is not waiting for the opportunity, this is simply picking up the mistakes."

"If you can win," Bo Ling said softly, "what does it matter if you miss something?"

Mr. Heng Yuan said softly, "Then imagine, a start with a dragon and a tiger, a fierce mid-game match, but in the end, one side uses some tricks to make the opponent capsize in the gutter...

"Would you like this kind of chess game?" Heng Yuan-jun asked.

"Probably not."

"Winning, but at the cost of destroying the beauty of the entire chess game," Heng Yuan-jun said slowly, "This is not something a chess player should do, it's so disgraceful.

"Every game of chess should be played with specifications that will be recorded in history by later generations. A good game of chess should have such mutual fulfillment."

Bo Ling took a deep look at Mr. Heng Yuan who was opposite him.

It's hard to imagine that such words came from Mr. Heng Yuan's mouth, but the next moment, Bo Ling felt that this seemed very reasonable.

In retrospect, Mr. Heng Yuan has always been vicious and ruthless during the confrontation, and he often left some confusion and interfered with the opponent's chess moves, and more often the grass snake gray line, until the last moment, he suddenly lifted the veil to reveal his fangs.

Bo Ling often feels the unfathomable city and chilling hostility of Mr. Hengyuan from it... That is by no means a "decent" or "perfect" approach in the eyes of the world.

But if his confession today comes from the heart, then perhaps this in itself is the aesthetic feeling that Mr. Hengyuan is after.

He probably expects the opponent to fight back at the same level, no matter the style is upright or equally vicious, he just doesn't like those pointless delays and poor probing.

Thinking of this, Bo Ling suddenly smiled.

"...Then Mr. Hengyuan has to improve further."

Mr. Heng Yuan looked at her, "What?"

"Good chess players will help each other," Bo Ling said softly, "but who will guarantee that there is always a good chess player sitting opposite you.

"You want to be decent, but you also want to win, and your opponent only wants to win. Then your chess strength must crush the opponent by at least one level, so as to compensate for the burden of dignity, and get what you want."

Bo Ling looked at the chess game, "And it's too strange to hear you say such a thing... I wonder if I heard it wrong."

"Is that so strange?"

"It's quite strange." Bo Ling said softly, "If the people sitting opposite me today are Mr. Zhang and Mr. Sun, I might think it's quite reasonable. You have to be decent and complete in chess..."

Speaking of this, Bo Ling even smiled, "But Mr. Heng Yuan, you are not a real chess player, and you are not someone who will be influenced by worldly opinions. Since you have already used all means in reality, why do you pursue these things on the chessboard? Unreal things."

Mr. Heng Yuan was silent for a moment. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he and Bai Ling were indeed sitting in reverse positions.

But he didn't have anything to refute. After a long time, he murmured softly, "This is not something illusory, you just... still don't understand."

"Then let me slowly understand it, but before that, you don't want to see me take the initiative to make a bet, I would rather lose without dignity." Bai Ling laughed, "... There is an old saying in our Qiansang. "

"Ok?"

"Don't go gentle into that good night," Bai Ling said softly.

　Thanks to Wu Tong 1314, Ting Lan Anzhi 0116, Mint Weiliang, Mu Yaya, velicht for the monthly pass~
　　Thanks to rquall and Linglan yeh for the reward~
　　
　
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