Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

After saying this, Sima Lang pulled Sima Yi, who seemed to be still in a trance behind him.

Sima Yi followed Sima Lang, but his body was standing to the other side. When Sima Lang pulled him, Sima Yi subconsciously turned his head 180 degrees, but his body remained motionless, making the scene look a bit weird.

Wolf-like look?!
Chen Qun frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised.

People with such appearance are often treacherous.

However, after Chen Qun saw Sima Yi's face clearly, he found that except for his unusually sharp eyes, the other facial features appeared to be restrained and honest.

Sima Lang slapped Sima Yi's head hard, forcing Sima Yi's head and body to synchronize back together, and then he spoke.

"Brother Yi, what are you staring at?"

"Thinking about the sand table, I seem to have found some ideas." Sima Yi replied.

Chen Qun couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

The one who was laughing was not Sima Yi, but Li Ji, who overestimated his own abilities and thought that the sand table was capable of measuring the world's talents.

Even a boy who looks no more than eleven or twelve years old dares to say that he has found a way to crack the problem, so the difficulty should be average.

"Brother Yi, can you redraw the sand table on paper?" Sima Lang asked again.

"Of course you can." Sima Yi replied.

Chen Qun, who had been standing there for a long time, had already become impatient and spoke immediately.

"In that case, why don't we go to the teahouse and order a pot of tea before we talk?"

"Please." Sima Lang responded quickly.

Soon, the three of them walked together, and under the protection of five or six servants, they headed for a nearby teahouse.

Afterwards, Chen Qun sent someone to bring writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

After Sima Yi briefly recalled, he picked up his pen and started drawing on the paper.

Before the song in the teahouse was over, Sima Yi had completely drawn the contents of the sand table with his extraordinary memory and excellent painting skills.

After Chen Qun took the paper, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a sentence.

"So complicated?"

Then, a hint of rudeness and embarrassment appeared on Chen Qun's face.

Although Chen Qun thinks that sand table simulation is just a minor thing and he is not very interested in it, Chen Qun has also been exposed to quite a few sand table simulations.

However, Chen Qun had never heard of such a complicated sand table simulation.

Immediately, in order to save face, Chen Qun began to study attentively. Sima Yi, who was sitting next to him, also empty his mind, looking as if he was daydreaming, and seemed to be continuing to think.

For a moment, Sima Lang, aware of his limited ability, was sipping his tea and enjoying the opera pieces below.

Song after song...

The tea kept getting cold.

Chen Qun's expression became more and more ugly. He was sweating profusely, and there were bloodshot in his eyes. He even poked a hole in the paper with his finger without realizing it.

"Why... is it so difficult?"

Chen Qun boasted that he was a versatile talent in the world and that few scholars could be compared with him. However, his brain power was almost exhausted from thinking so much and Chen Qun could not find a way to win in this sandbox.

The kind where there is no hope at all.

Immediately, Chen Qun calmed himself down, wiped the sweat from his forehead implicitly, put down the paper in his hand, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"It's quite interesting indeed. Although I have an idea to crack it completely, it still needs some time to perfect it. How about I tell Boda when I have time to perfect it in the future?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Sima Lang quickly replied.

Although Sima Lang also noticed some of Chen Qun's embarrassment and confusion, he naturally would not expose it.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind Chen Qun. "A gentleman should not deceive himself or others. Why do you have to deceive yourself and others and not dare to face your shortcomings?"

Chen Qun, whose thoughts were exposed, was filled with shame and anger. He turned around suddenly and was about to get angry, but he found that the person standing behind him was just a boy who seemed a little younger than Sima Yi.

This made Chen Qun have no place to vent his anger.

After all, Chen Qun was too disdainful to vent his anger on the ignorant boy.

Sima Lang, who was standing by, saw this and quickly spoke up for Chen Qun. "What do you know, young man? Just go away."

Sima Yi, who was originally daydreaming, was also attracted by the movement. When he came to his senses, he found that the young man standing behind Chen Qun was young, but his words and actions were calm and composed.

Moreover, his face is as white as jade, his eyes are clear and deep, and his appearance is beautiful.

Facing Sima Lang's drive, the young man calmly bowed and said, "Langya Zhuge Liang, greetings to you all."

Langya Zhuge?

Chen Qun quickly recalled and remembered the relevant people. His ancestor Zhuge Feng had served as the Inspector of the Imperial Guards, but in recent years there was only one person named Zhuge Gui who served as the Magistrate of Taishan County, and then... that was it.

A family like this that is in a state of decline is often called a poor family.

As for people from poor families, Chen Qun has always been quite displeased and disdainful of them.

When a noble family falls to such a state, sometimes it needs to look for the reasons within itself. Have the members of the family made any efforts and contributions to the family over the years? Have they inherited the talents and aspirations of their ancestors?

Therefore, Chen Qun said coldly with some hostility.

"Is Zhuge Gui a member of your clan?"

Zhuge Liang lowered his eyes slightly and replied, "Zhuge Gui is my late father."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qun spoke with disdain. "So you are the son of the county magistrate. How dare you talk about the affairs of a noble family?"

After hearing this, Sima Lang couldn't help but frown slightly.

These words were undoubtedly too heavy for a young boy.

As a result, the young man would inevitably fall into an embarrassing situation.

However, facing Chen Qun's sarcasm, Zhuge Liang's childish face did not show any anger. Instead, he asked calmly.

"I wonder how you compare to the state scholar?"

This made Chen Qun's face darken immediately.

There is no doubt that this sentence refers to Li Ji, who was once the prefect of Wujun. It satirizes Chen Qun for being so arrogant and asking why he should accept the invitation to come to Wujun.

No matter how proud Chen Qun was, he knew that his current reputation was far inferior to Li Ji's, which made it difficult for Chen Qun to refute at all.

"Is a child qualified to talk about heroes in the world?"

Chen Qun, who was in a state of embarrassment for the time being, had no choice but to shamelessly suppress his opinion by using his age as an excuse.

Zhuge Liang didn't say much, he just asked.

"I didn't ask for advice."

"Chen Qun from Yingchuan." Chen Qun replied.

"What I said today will be repaid tomorrow."

Zhuge Liang remained calm and composed, and even bowed before turning around and leaving.

In response, Chen Qun was dismissive and did not take Zhuge Liang's words to heart at all.

Only Sima Yi kept staring at Zhuge Liang's back until Zhuge Liang's back completely disappeared around the corner.

An indescribable throbbing and disgust surged in Sima Yi's heart, and the moment Zhuge Liang appeared, he completely attracted all of Sima Yi's attention.

Moreover, Sima Yi had a vague intuition: they would meet again soon, very soon... (End of this chapter)