“I’m not a sore loser!” Sheng Weiqiao stroked her chin with one hand and fiddled with the stones in the bowl with another hand. She smiled at him, “I wouldn’t cry just because I lost several games. Don’t go easy on me, Brother Xu, or you will be teasing me instead of playing Go with me!”

So, was she telling me that she was generous and virtuous to put my mind at rest, or she didn’t even understand what I just said?

When Xu Baomo was trying to figure ...