Chapter 879: Forgive My Modesty, I Am a Go Grandmaster

Ruud's face beamed with boundless joy and the pride of victory as he lifted Natalie into his arms, spinning her around in place.

Natalie, unbothered by any sense of propriety, wrapped her arms confidently around Ruud's neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. At over forty, she showed none of the typical reserve of adulthood, radiating the passion of a couple deeply in love.

"Don't get too excited. This is just the beginning," Natalie teased, tilting Ruud's chin up with a domineering smirk. "Wait until I win clean and clear. She'll cry and beg while calling me Mrs. Pace!" Ruud, shy and blushing, managed to stammer in his deep voice, "You're incredible! Absolutely incredible!"

Jared, ever the opportunist, recorded every moment of their interaction for the livestream, his face full of amusement as he glanced over at Tina.

Tina, however, only spared the scene a brief glance before looking away. She supported Natalie and Ruud's relationship, but that didn't mean she wanted to watch such displays of affection. The livestream chat exploded with comments:

> "Ahhh! I'm being blinded by this sweetness!"

> "General Praevion's twilight romance! Ruud is such an adorable little husband!"

Meanwhile, River Swanson's nails dug into her palms as she watched Natalie and Ruud, jealousy consuming her. She couldn't bear their happiness.

Luna Black, noticing River's turmoil, shot a glare in Natalie's direction before attempting to console her friend. "Miss Swanson, don't get upset. The competition's barely begun. There's no way she can keep showing off like this."

River's eyes glinted with suspicion. "I bet her harp performance wasn't even legitimate. Leo probably gave her a special harp to avoid embarrassing the Pace family. That's the only way she could've beaten me!"

The second round began: Go.

Natalie and River Swanson sat across from each other at the board. Natalie took the black pieces, while River had the white.

Black goes first. Natalie calmly placed her first piece on the intersection of the board. River, unwilling to fall behind, immediately blocked black's path with her white piece.

Natalie, unbothered, placed her second piece with the same composed expression. River followed suit, blocking again.

As the game progressed, Natalie captured River's first piece with ease and set it aside. River's brow furrowed. Within just ten moves, she found herself unable to decipher Natalie's strategy. Time ticked away, and River hesitated before placing her next piece.

game entered the mid-stage, she began her assault with the precision of a

River placed, Natalie would capture

out the remaining white pieces in one swift move. All

clenched her fists beneath the

she win again? How is this

shouted in frustration. "What kind of trickery are you pulling? I'm a Go player ranked at

gaze was light and teasing. "Only the second round, and you're

red with fury, alternating between pale and livid. "Nonsense! There's no way I'd lose to you. Just wait and

my

it as easily as if she were

gasped

"Tenth dan in Go?!"

tenth dan rank. Such individuals were renowned for their exceptional intelligence, far above the norm. River scoffed

propped her chin on her hand, holding back a laugh. "If I'm not tenth dan, then how did you, a seventh dan, lose to

livestream chat

dan?! I can't even dream

"River Swanson said it herself-she lost. Natalie must

those pieces just now...

The Third Round:

and River Swanson were given thirty minutes to each complete a piece of calligraphy. Determined to recover from her earlier losses, River chose a particularly challenging work to replicate. She immediately set to

exuded an elegant air. Taking her brush in hand, she completed her piece in a single fluid motion, finishing within ten minutes. River, noticing Natalie had already stopped, grew increasingly uneasy and quickened

of the crowd, an elderly man with snow-white hair and a long beard approached. His face, marked by the

the renowned calligraphy

banquet was

first examined River Swanson's work. Her characters were delicate and graceful, displaying a natural charm. Stroking his beard, Ethan offered his

difficult piece. Your strokes are smooth and refined, imbued with elegance. It is rare to see such work. I'll give you four words: 'Graceful as

crowd erupted in

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