Chess Jokes 소설 & 이야기

Wang Haoran proudly said, "In my opinion, even if you are not good at martial arts, how smart can an intelligent game of chess be? Isn't it just starting the chess early?" A club president retorted, "You think you're so great just because you're Elder Ge's disciple? You'll lose even if you fight him?" The other club heads looked resentfully at Wang Haoran as well! "Who doesn't know how to talk back and forth?" "Let's talk about it after you play the smart game of Go!" Wang Haoran tidied up his clothes and snorted, "My teacher doesn't need to do anything. I alone can make their smart game of chess lie down!"

he said, stroking his short stubby beard, chucking. " You do know I suck at chess don't you!" They both burst out laughing. Harmel kept a close eye on Alvatrone, intently studying him, every inch of his face. " Why don't you go all out with Harmel, he won the chess tournament last moon." "Oh really, that's quite impressive!" Alvatrone looked back at him, raising one of his eyebrows. "It's not that big of a deal I..."

“I don’t mind.” “I agree,” Lynx backed him up. “Secret is fun, little guy,” Olive mentioned. “Me, too, young man,” Memphis did a scout salute. “Count me in, sir,” Nites said. “But you’re not good with chess, though, Mr. Nites.” He beat Nites, and now he wouldn’t let it go, making Nites smile. “Don’t embarrass me, sir. Maybe I’ll ask Damian to beat you in chess,” he joked.

"Because he wouldn't have gotten it." And suddenly it struck me, harshly, because it was true. And hurtful. I needed someone who could see me. Not the idea of me. Not the damsel in distress. "Do you like chess?" I asked out of the blue. He chuckled. "Where the hell did that come from?" "Do you?" "Yup," he replied, twirling his toothpick once more. "Stays my mind. Reminds you not to get too attached to any one piece."

I felt it against my cheek more than heard it. "What is he playing?" "Something that involves a great deal of tapping and occasional outbursts of triumph," I said. "I've stopped trying to follow the logic of it. He tried to explain the rules to me last week for approximately twenty minutes and I understood none of it and he was openly disappointed." This time the laugh was more complete, quieter than most people's laughs but real, and I felt the warmth of it move through his chest beneath my cheek and thought that I could get used to this specific sensation in a way that was probably worth paying attention to.

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

She pushed the chessboard and some chess pieces fell to the floor, making a crisp sound. Solomon remarked, "You acted like a sore loser when you lost. Can't handle it?" Angela retorted, "You're the one who cheated and snuck a few moves when I wasn't looking." Then, she cried.

Mercer’s smile was cold. “You’ve been playing checkers, Ms. Thompson.” He leaned in. “But the real game is chess.”

A teasing smile curved his own as he met her gaze. "Winter, haven't you had enough to eat tonight? This chess piece is rock solid. Aren't you afraid of chipping a tooth?"

Not ready to go for another unsportsmanlike play, I interjected "We just played, you girls should play. How did you get so good anyway Alex? I smell foul play." Her tone smug she answered "Well, Mr. Rowan taught me and I'm in the chess club too, this isn't foul play, it's hard work bearing fruit." "My mistake. Andy didn't go to the chess club?" Nolan laughed and did a poor job at covering it up when Andy turned. "Chess is so complicated", Andy retorted. "What's so great about it? Games should be relaxing not using up your brain power." Ah, a classic case of those not having flowers complaining that they were wasteful.