Yun Mo's words made Yun Qing really feel that it was indeed the case. Recalling every chess game they had played, whenever he played with the black pieces, he would lose to his clever and experienced son. Frowning in thought, he changed his mind, "I'll play with the red pieces instead, I don't want to lose to you again."
Yun Mo watched as Yun Qing picked up the entire chessboard, changed its direction, and then smiled faintly.
Soon, the game began.
Yun Mo looked at the chessboard, arranged his tactics in his mind, and looked up with a humble smile, "Dad, you are my senior. I'll give you a three-move advantage, you go first."
"Are you looking down on me?" Yun Qing felt displeased, and Yun Mo smiled, "Shouldn't we respect and cherish the elderly?"
"I give you a three-move advantage, you go first."
"Since dad is so confident, let's not give away any moves. Let's play rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first."
"You go first."
"For fairness."
"Let's do rock-paper-scissors."
