Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 551 Psychokinesis

Fujiwara Hoshikai walked through the hotel lobby and walked to the restaurant area, silently thinking about today's schedule.

He planned to go out in the afternoon to do some errands. Anyway, he had already obtained the 1000 system points as a reward for the finals. It didn’t matter whether he won the championship or not, and the more championships he had, the more people would challenge him, which would save him from having to defend his title every week. The game is about to be played.

He bent over the buffet and selected breakfast. On the white porcelain plate in his hand, there were fresh fruit slices and some whole wheat bread, and next to it was a small cup of fragrant yogurt.

Fujiwara always chooses breakfast carefully and pays attention to health, but on game days, he wants to eat simply to avoid diarrhea or discomfort and other factors that affect his state during the game.

Just as he was about to move to the other end of the dining table to pick some salty food that Mary liked, his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Yamato Masato, his senior and current opponent, was standing in front of the dining table filled with Japanese grilled fish and miso soup, picking up a piece of fried fish with chopsticks.

Fujiwara's pace slowed down unconsciously, and his eyes lingered on the familiar yet unfamiliar back. Both of them belong to that world of humility and restraint, but privately, do everyone have strong ambitions and competitiveness? Moreover, there is a bit of a conflict between the two, which goes back to the period when Fujiwara just traveled through time. time.
  Fujiwara originally thought that the five-time champion Haneda Hideyoshi would follow him into the finals. Unexpectedly, he missed the semi-finals due to personal reasons and gave up the remaining games. It was a pity. After all, he is the only five-time champion today. Everyone who wins the championship hopes that he can win the sixth championship title and achieve the achievement of seven championships that will only happen once in 50 years.

Masato Yamato turned around and met Fujiwara's eyes. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp. Fujiwara remembered that even in the chess academy, the air between the two was always filled with subtle tension, but the original body at that time was too unnatural. These days, when he watches some videos from that time, he feels a bit powerful.

"What a fate."

Yamato Masato took the initiative to break the silence, his voice was a little relaxed, but his eyes were firmly locked on Fujiwara.

"yes."

Fujiwara nodded slightly, keeping his tone polite and calm, but his hand slightly tightened on the plate he was holding, and he didn't know what to say.

Yamato Masato's eyes froze slightly when he saw Fujiwara, and his heart was filled with resentment. He remembered that Fujiwara Hoshikai's sudden withdrawal three years ago made their master feel disappointed and ended up on his sickbed. Their teacher had been waiting for Fujiwara's return, or at least, a greeting. But he did nothing and let the teacher pass away with regret.

"If Fujiwara-kun returns to Taiya Dojo, the teacher's soul in heaven will probably be very happy." Masato Yamato continued, with a hint of temptation in his words.

Fujiwara Xinghai smiled faintly and responded: "Haha, everyone has their own choice, right?"

The resentment in Yamato Masato's eyes finally found an outlet to vent, and his tone contained an unconcealable sarcasm.

"Really, everyone does have their own choice. Fujiwara-kun's choice is really eye-opening. He didn't even say hello when he left. It was like an unfinished game of chess, and suddenly the players disappeared. Masato Yamato said, his tone full of dissatisfaction and sarcasm.

Fujiwara Xinghai felt the sharpness of the words, but he tried to maintain his calm appearance and was unwilling to let his emotions get out of control on such an occasion.

"Master dedicated his whole life to Taiya Dojo, but in the end, he couldn't even wait for the farewell from the disciple he was most looking forward to." Yamato Masato continued, every word was like a needle piercing Fujiwara Hoshikai's heart. Guilt, "Everyone does have their own choices, including choosing to forget the people who have given you countless care and guidance."

Fujiwara's eyes averted subtly, and he began to feel a little embarrassed. This feeling of being questioned made him extremely uncomfortable, but what did this have to do with him?
  "Fujiwara-kun, we were all proud of you and applauded you for your success. But we didn't expect that after this success, you would be so...how should I say...suddenly forget the way home." Masato Yamato's voice was full of emotion. The sarcasm seemed to be mocking Fujiwara Xinghai for forgetting his roots.

Masato Yamato seemed to have no intention of stopping. He came closer and lowered his voice: "It's right to look forward, Fujiwara-kun. But sometimes, the shadow of the past will catch up with you inadvertently. At that time, you should How to choose?" Masato Yamato couldn't understand why Fujiwara didn't even see his master for the last time. Although their master mentioned Fujiwara many times, even in the last stage of his life, he still couldn't forget his most proud disciple. Yamato's heart was filled with anger towards Fujiwara: he not only lost his dream as a chess player, but also lost the last expectation of a respectable old man.

"I'm leaving first. Mr. Yamato, please eat slowly."

Yamato Masato nodded slightly, then picked up his dinner plate and said: "That's true. You have to be responsible for yourself for every move. If you lose our afternoon game, please stop being a chess player and quit completely." Anyway, you’ve made a lot of money as a writer lately, haven’t you?”

After saying that, Masato Yamato turned around and left without giving Fujiwara the slightest chance to fight back.

After a pause, Fujiwara, who was getting more and more angry after being inexplicably sprayed so much, activated his telekinesis, causing a raw egg from the buffet area to fly from the side and hit Yamato Masato accurately on the back of the head.

The exposed egg yolk slid down Yamato Masato's hair to his neck. This sudden impact made Yamato Masato stunned. He never imagined that the person praised by his master as a genius could be so mean, even worse than a shrew.

"That's all you have."

Just when he turned his head, he found that Fujiwara Hoshikai's back was facing him, holding something in both hands, and he couldn't free his hands to carry out such an attack.

"Um? Is it haunted?"

While he was thinking about this, another egg flew from the side and hit his trouser leg.

He immediately looked around and found that no one was there.

Just now, he watched Fujiwara Hoshimi with his back turned and a plate in both hands, unable to throw anything towards him, so what happened this time?

Just when he was wondering who was hiding in the corner throwing things out of boredom, he suddenly glanced at the ceiling and found that a box of eggs had slipped from the chandelier above the hotel lobby and hit him accurately on the head. He was so shocked that he immediately covered his head. Hide away.

"Mr. Yamato, what's wrong with you?"

Fujiwara pretended to be worried and looked at the hotel ceiling, "Is someone playing a prank?"

"I have no idea."

At this moment, someone finally noticed Yamato Masato's miserable state. Upon seeing this, several waiters immediately gathered around to ask about the situation. Fujiwara also took this opportunity to quietly retreat behind the crowd and slowly escape.

(End of this chapter)