Disease Name Immortal

If you understand it in terms of chess, the handsome general is actually the chess piece that drags people down the most.

Xu Manyu said:

"Ha, how dare you say that, arrogant brat."

Xu Manyu is actually not a few years older than Jiang Bingshu, but I have to say that in the entire chess group, except for Liu Bing, everyone recognizes this eldest sister as older.

Although the eldest sister is a little bit rude.

"Ah... I mainly don't know what the coach is like. Because Hei will be scared away by you, Miss Cha, I feel..."

Xu Manyu smiled and said:

"You feel the same way about the coach?"

"Um."

Xu Manyu drives very fast, but in fact, in her eyes, the change of scene and object is very slow.

The journey is still long. Although her physical strength is unlikely to cause fatigue driving, it is very good to chat with Xiaomengxin to kill boredom.

"The coach's name is Qin Xianyin, but later he felt that the name was too pessimistic, so he changed his name to Qin Guanqi."

"He's my junior brother."

Xu Manyu's eyes were bright.

As if even just mentioning the name was something to be excited about.

What Jiang Bingshu is surprised is:

"Junior brother? What does Sister Che mean, is the person you engraved on is the same person?"

"Smart, did Ma Zi tell you about the disease?"

"No, Sister Bingbing told me."

"Oh, the brave soldier."

Although Liu Bing doesn't like Xu Manyu, Xu Manyu doesn't seem to dislike Liu Bing at this moment.

The relationship between the two should not be clear in a few words, Jiang Bingshu guessed.

Xu Manyu continued:

"Yes, you guessed it right, the person who is engraved is the official name. In private, everyone calls the person who is engraved a teacher or a master."

"In the entire chess organization, except for those old men and women, there are only the coaches and me of the same generation."

"Ma Zi, Xiaoxiang, Baozi, useless soldiers, in a sense, they are all disciples of the coach. The coach is my junior brother, so I am very big."

Driving the car, Xu Manyu shook his chest, seemingly quite proud.

Driving in the car is really rewarding. Jiang Bingshu complained in his heart.

He noticed the key points:

"The coach is younger than you?"

"Yes, one year younger than me."

Eh?

Jiang Bingshu hadn't thought of it like this. He thought that even if the coach was not very old, he was a stable uncle in his forties.

"You are brothers and sisters from the same school. Do you mean that the former coach's chess position was not actually handsome? It was another chess position?"

"Well, you're right again. The coach used to be a car. You can understand it as the No. 1 car. I am the beautiful and lovely No. 2."

The off-road vehicle gradually drove out of the lung area, and Xu Manyu continued to talk about the past of the chess organization:

"After the old coach dies, a new coach will take over. Before the old coach dies, someone will be appointed to take over."

"Our chess game will not be defeated. Shuai's death is just a new beginning. Old Shuai unfortunately died in a ward purification operation."

"I was fifteen years old that year, and the coach was fourteen."

"The people who hold chess positions in the organization, except me and the coach, were explicitly asked by the old coach not to participate in that operation... All the other people who held chess positions have gone."

"Even the old men in the chess and card room went there, and without exception, they all died."

"The old coach seemed to have a premonition that an accident was going to happen the day before the accident, and temporarily appointed the coach who served as the No. 1 car as the next coach."

"As for me, he's his number one thug."

Jiang Bingshu can't believe that such a big organization, judging from the age of those old people, seems to have a long history.

To actually hand over the chess position of the head coach to a fourteen-year-old child?

Will those old people serve a hairy boy?

But looking at Sister Che's compliments to the coach, presumably these are for the coach...

Is it not a problem?

He became more and more curious about the coach:

"So the coach's previous chess position was Che, and you are on the same level as Sister Che?"

"What I can tell you is that the coach is very strong. But I have never played against him. Because as soon as I saw him, I lost the will to fight."

"In the previous generation organization, those old chess professionals often guessed who was the best between me and the coach."

"They are always instigating: Watch chess, Man Yu said today that you can't, you go and prove it."

"But it's useless, the coach has always just laughed at these."

"I have never had a duel with the coach, not once."

"Because I really can't help it, I have to accumulate emotions for a long time every time, and then every time I see him, I lose my temper in an instant. His innocent eyes look at me, and I feel—"

"How ruthless you must be to attack him."

"However, the coach and I do have a rivalry. We, who are chess players, rarely work together to solve the disease area. Everyone solves the disease area alone."

"So we will compete secretly, and the average time and number of people to solve the disease area."

"Although the difficulty of each disease area is different, there is actually no reference, but I really can't fight with the coach, so we can only compare in this way."

"The ending, it's a tie."

Jiang Bingshu was stunned for a moment, a tie? It's quite dramatic.

But he understood that the coach is not the kind of coach who can only use his brain.

During the entire conversation, Xu Manyu had a smile on his face, not the signature charming smile.

It's a smile that only shows when recalling the past and recalling the good years.

If you can choose, who wants to grow up?

Jiang Bingshu knew that those years as a junior were the days when Sister Che would never go back.

He suddenly missed the old monk very much, and he didn't know if he had found his relatives.

Will he bring his brother to the sick city to see him?

He always said that there are still some people outside Sick City, but is it really possible?

The two seemed to start recalling the past, and they didn't speak for a while.

The speed of the off-road vehicle was a little faster than before. After a while, Xu Manyu said:

"Let's talk about Black, they are an organization that appeared not long ago. It is currently uncertain whether there is a larger force behind it."

Greater power? The Big Four? ,

Since Sister Bingbing told about the fluctuation of disease, Jiang Bingshu felt that the people in the chess organization have their own position.

They are very likely to be rebels in the eyes of the four major groups.

But he didn't care either.

Because he grew up in the lung area, he also didn't like the big four groups.

"As far as I know, the only player in the black organization that didn't appear is the warrior."

"The rest of the chess positions appeared, but only the chessman did not."

"The philosophy of these people is not clear. The coach's statement is that they seem to think that humans can evolve in the disease field."

"This is naturally a very dangerous idea. Whether they did something out of the ordinary for this idea is unknown."

"I have killed soldiers, elephants, horses, chariots, and cannons. But they will soon find new successors. So the generals you meet may not be great people, or even...not necessarily real generals. ."

"This organization is not yet established, but I always feel that the timing of their appearance is very strange."

Xu Manyu didn't say anything about the time, nor did Jiang Bingshu ask.

Anyway, he is just a newbie, the battle between red and black seems to be too early for him.

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afternoon.

Jiang Bingshu didn't know when, his eyelids were heavy, and he felt a strong sleepiness.

actually fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was not in the car, but was lying in a hotel room.

As if everything that happened in the morning was a dream.

He rubbed his drowsy head and said:

"What's the situation, why am I sleeping here?"

"Wake up pretty fast."

Xu Manyu walked out of the bathroom and threw a set of clothes to Jiang Bingshu.

"Put it on, we have come to the brain area, inside the Neural City, this is the Baichuan Hotel where the coach is located."

"Next, I'll take you to the twenty-ninth floor of the hotel, where the coach and the little persimmon are."

Jiang Bingshu looked at it, and it was still a formal suit.

His most formal outfit was the plaid shirt he wore during the interview.

Looking at the high-end clothes in front of him, Jiang Bingshu wondered:

"Baichuan Hotel? Could this hotel be..."

"It's our industry."

"Hi!" Jiang Bingshu sucked in a mouthful of Liangpi.

Although he has never stayed in a hotel of this size, he can see how luxurious it is by looking at the decoration.

Compared with the ninth building of Tang's villa, this place will only appear more luxurious and refined.

"So... the organization is so rich? Is the coach a rich second generation?"

"There is money to be rich. After all, the chess organization has a long history."

Xu Manyu walked out the door:

"Just come out after the change. The coach is already waiting for us."

"I still want to explore the brain area."

Jiang Bingshu was a little depressed, why did he fall asleep. Xu Manyu said:

"You can't visit the brain area now."

There seemed to be something else in these words, so Jiang Bingshu accepted the status quo and changed his clothes neatly.

Even he has never seen the appearance of a suit and leather shoes.

After walking out of the room, Xu Manyu looked at Jiang Bingshu squintingly:

"Little brother Jiang is pretty good. Let's go, I'll take you to see the coach."

Jiang Bingshu shook his head and realized that this is the mysterious brain area.

Of several areas, the brain area is the most mysterious. It is also the largest area.

Although there are countless patients in various regions, the brain region has the most mental patients.

The brain area is divided into lobe area, left area, right area, neural area, and forbidden area.

Every region is different. The foundation of the four major groups lies in the brain area.

To be able to buy such a large building under the eyes of the four major groups, Jiang Bingshu felt that the coach was really not easy.

In other words, the background of the chess organization is not simple.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and asked at the same time:

"I suddenly fell asleep in the afternoon. Isn't it as simple as being sleepy?"

"When you go back, you will also take a nap, because people who fall asleep are the least likely to be targeted in the brain area."

What the hell? Targeted by whom? Jiang Bingshu frowned and found that things were not simple.

Xu Manyu said:

"Even if your talent is very good, compared to ordinary people, your physique is the same as mastering a wave of power, but it's still not enough."

"Anyway, let you enter and leave while asleep, all for your own good."

"But with your aptitude, next time you enter the brain area, you shouldn't need such trouble."

Xu Manyu didn't say much.

But Jiang Bingshu felt that he seemed to say this again. In the brain area, staying awake is likely to be targeted by many people?

This sounds a little scary...

Brain regions are still too mysterious for most people.

The elevator starts.

Seeing the number approaching 29, Jiang Bingshu was a little excited and wanted to see the coach.

After a ding, the elevator door slowly opened.

A faint fragrance came, Jiang Bingshu followed the fragrance and saw a woman standing on the corridor.

He froze immediately.

Since childhood, Jiang Bingshu has seen many beautiful women.

After coming to the chess organization, whether it is the cold-hearted Liu Bing or the passionate Xu Manyu, among the women in the sick city, they are definitely beautiful women.

But the moment Jiang Bingshu saw the woman, she was still amazed by the beauty.

And he felt that the face was familiar.

"Yeah, the little persimmon looks so good today, didn't the coach summon me?"

"No, the coach only saw him today."

Tang Persimmon pointed to the diseased **** tree. Xu Manyu nodded:

"Then contact me when you need to send younger brother Jiang back. I have to go to the Nervous City for a good stroll."

Jiang Bingshu was stunned.

This is Tang Persimmon? Is this a clerk? How is this possible?

He has seen Tang Persimmon.

In the conference room of the chess and card room, on the screen of the electronic screen, Tang Shizi lowered his head and wore large glasses that dominated the audience... He looked like an autistic person.

But the Tang persimmons at this time made Jiang Bingshu feel...beautiful.

Under the fancy dress, she is like a queen.

A person can change the outside by dressing, but it is hard to imagine that even the inside has changed completely.

"Let's go, the coach is waiting for you."

"You, you... Are you really Sister Persimmon?"

"Well, it's me. You don't have to be nervous."

No autism, no shyness, Tang Shizi looked confident and calm, and he was different from the previous video conference.

Jiang Bingshu suddenly remembered that the car sister, who has always been sexy, also changed her dress today.

Just now, I also changed myself into formal clothes.

It can be seen that everyone respects the coach. It's just that he didn't expect that the persimmon with his head down and big glasses...

It's so beautiful.

But looking at Sister Che's reaction, she seems to be used to all this?

With these thoughts and confusion, Jiang Bingshu walked to the main hall for some reason.

This main hall is as luxurious as the banquet hall of the palace building in the Ordered Era.

Under the huge crystal lamp, there is a long table for one party's meeting.

Not far from the direction the master of the long table was facing, there was a wall with a huge portrait hanging on it.

The content of the painting is a bustling city at dusk.

Because the painting is huge enough, you can see a lot of details. For example, pedestrians on some streets in the city, street scenes.

Pedestrians wear very fashionable clothes, not the way they advocate to cover up their scars today.

The complexion of those people is very good, and the delicate skin color is also well presented in the painting.

This does not seem to be the recorded disease era, but the earlier ordered era that people yearn for.

At least in Sick City, you can't see such a beautiful city, nor so many healthy people.

When first seeing this painting, probably everyone will be shocked by this painting.

Whether it is the skill of the painter or the content of the painting itself, it will arouse people's yearning for that era in their hearts.

The orderly era in which people are chasing health only exists in history. In the eyes of everyone who has learned to read and write, it is as beautiful as a dream.

When it materialized, anyone would stare at it for a long time.

But the painting is now eclipsed.

From Jiang Bingshu's point of view, such a shocking painting is ten times more exquisite...

It will also be robbed of its glory by a man and a woman under the picture.

I don't know when, Tang Shizi had already walked to the man's side.

She held the man's hand, like a dignified and virtuous wife.

The man smiled at the **** tree.

With just one look at each other, Jiang Bingshu understood why Sister Che said...that she couldn't fight against the coach at all.

It is simply impossible to attack the coach with a ruthless heart.

When the coach's eyes looked at him, he felt that all the gloom in his heart was swept away.

It was as if the whole person was instantly immersed in an empty and pure world.

Those are a pair of eyes that will definitely make people feel tender, bright, and reassuring.

This is a man and a woman, the woman's beauty is alluring, and the man's elegance is unparalleled.

Jiang Bingshu suddenly felt that this painting was hidden behind such two people, it was really embarrassing.

Who has the time to look at paintings?

For the first time, he knew what a perfect person was.

But soon, he felt an unspeakable great regret, because there is no real perfection in the world.

Tang Shizi led the coach to Jiang Bingshu step by step.

When he walked in front of him, Tang Shizi had a flawless white hand, and this hand held the coach. The other hand, wearing a black silk glove, reached out to the **** tree.

"Hold my hand."

Jiang Bingshu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what this meant.

However, he still held Tang Shizi's hand obediently.

At this moment, a magnetic and extremely gentle voice resounded in Jiang Bingshu's mind:

"Hello, Jiang Bingshu. Because of my illness, I can't speak. Next, the persimmon will convey my will."

Qin Guanqi's eyes were apologetic. He apologized for not being able to communicate with Jiang Bingshu in person.

The **** tree was stunned again.

Lie... such a perfect person is actually dumb?

Although people in this world are flawed, everyone in this world is chasing sickness.

Jiang Bingshu has long been used to it and is no longer moved by these things.

But now, he is still feeling a lot of sadness.

Being sick is not a defect in this era, it is an "advantage" that people pursue.

But it was still difficult for him to accept that such a perfect person could not leave his voice in the world.

This kind of sadness is a regret for not being perfect.

It was only now that he understood why Sister Che said that the coach would change Qin Xianyin to Qin Guanqi.

This name, when used on a person who can't speak, is indeed a bit pessimistic.

That's why he changed his name to Qin Guanqi. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com means watching chess in the world, but it also has the self-deprecation of watching chess "without words".

[S4 type aphasia, his disease is very strong and very dangerous. 】

Jiang Xiaosheng's brief evaluation did not make the **** sick tree feel better.

But this time, he could feel something more or less.

Letters represent grades, numbers represent types? In other words, there seem to be four different types of aphasia in the S-class disease?

Of course, there must be more than one person with aphasia in this world, but other aphasia owners may not necessarily be S-class prefixes.

At least in Jiang Bingshu's life, he has only seen S-class this time.

Although Jiang Xiaosheng didn't mention Sister Che's illness, it's not easy to think about.

This is just a guess from Ginger Diseased Tree.

He withdrew his hand in a measured way. He could see that the persimmon and the coach had an unusual relationship.

"Okay, okay, I see. Next, I'll listen to Sister Persimmon."

Jiang Bingshu guessed that Tang Shizi's hand touching the coach seemed to be able to establish some kind of connection with the coach.

Tang Shizi took the coach and walked to the master position.

After Qin Guanqi sat down, he motioned Jiang Bingshu with his eyes to sit next to him.

Tang Persimmon conveyed Qin Guanqi's will:

"The coach will complete the engraving of the disease for you next. This is a ceremony, a very solemn ceremony."

"Ginger disease tree, in this ceremony, you will see a lot of things, feel them with your heart. In this ceremony, you will show your true feelings in your heart."

"These feelings will determine your chess position."

Feeling the solemnity and formality in his words, Jiang Bingshu also became serious, as if next...

You will see something amazing.