She was afraid that if she ate too little, Sherman might think she was being too pretentious. After all,
many young girls these days nibbled at their food in the name of dieting.
She wanted to show Sherman that she wasn''t just another health nut. She was different from the
rest of the crowd!
But Sherman never gave her a second nce from start to finish, while Daniel kept marveling at
how Ms. Morris stood out from the others.
Sherman stopped eating when he was about eighty percent full and set down his knife and fork, "I''m
heading back."
Daniel stood up to follow.
"There''s no need for you toe with me," Sherman said.
Daniel hadn''t had his fill either, "Well, take care on your way, Sherman."
With a slight nod, Sherman left.
ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
It wasn''t until Sherman passed by that Reba got a clear view of his profile, stunning as a Greek
god.
She could feel her heart banging against her chest.
She was determined to make Mr. Christensen fall at her feet!
Back home in the evening, Anthea took a bath and then started her live stream, ying a game.
But today, she wasn''t ying League of Legends but chose chess instead.
Anthea had always loved it, both in the past and present.
What surprised Anthea was that her stream attracted about a dozen viewers.
"Whoa! The streamer is an advanced chess yer!"
Normally, it was tough to reach an advanced level unless you were a professional chess yer,
especially for a girl.
"Is thedy streamer using a stand-in?"
Anthea nced at the chat, replying, "An advanced yer needs a stand-in?"
"Wow, the streamer''s voice is so nice."
"Show us your face!"
"Skill doesn''t need to lean on good looks." replied Anthea.
"Don''t boast now!"
While replying nonchntly to the chat, Anthea''s fingers danced across the mouse and keyboard.
Though she sounded casual, her moves were quick, almost as if she didn''t need to think.
Her slender and jade-like fingers against the stark ck keys of the keyboard created a strikingly
beautiful scene.
The game intensified.
Both sides appeared to be in a deadlock, neither willing to give any quarter.
Clearly, her opponent was a master too.
"Go on, streamer! Watch out, or you''ll lose the whole match!"
But Anthea remained unfazed, "Let him take another piece, and I''ll checkmate him in three moves!"
"They''re about to checkmate you!"
"Boasting again!"
"Good-looking people don''t need to boast!"
Just then, the game ended, and the screen disyed: ‘Checkmate! ck wins!’
Anthea was ying the ck pieces.
"Whoa, streamer is insane!"
"That move was brilliant!"
"ThorHammerStriker has sent a sports car!"
"SwiftArrow has sent a piercing arrow!"
After two games, Anthea''s stream grew from single to triple digits.
With just over three hundred viewers, Anthea had gained over two hundred new followers and
earned three hundred bucks.
"One more game, streamer!"
Checking the time, Anthea said, "No more, it''s time for bed. You all should sleep too."
After that, she ended the stream.
Elsewhere.
‘Defeat! ck wins!’
Sherman furrowed his brow at the sight of those words on hisputer screen. He picked up a
lighter beside him.
A soft blue me leapt into the air, making his already cold demeanor seem frostier under its glow.
Apart from his meditation and spiritual practices, chess was Sherman''s greatest passion.
In both the real world and the digital realm, he had always been unbeaten until today, when he met
someone who bested him not once, but twice.
Sherman was used to being in control, and ustomed to having everything under hismand.
Losing to a stranger, a worthy opponent, unsettled him.
Lighting a cigarette and holding it between his thin lips, he fiddled with a cross with one hand and
clicked open the profile of his opponent with the other.
Gamer tag: Griffin·YC.
For some reason, Sherman thought of Phoenix·YC.
Could it be the same person?