Trevor put away the ss and responded, “The honor is mine, Mr. Keller Senior.”
Then, he settled into the seat across from Brandon. “Mr. Killer <b>Senior</b>, please go easy on me.”
Wynn, Beck, and the others came over to spectate the match
Celeste and Matthias joined the crowd as well.
However, they were standing behind Brandon
<b>Wynn</b>, Beck, and the others knew how to y chess,
Seeing Celeste watching intently, as if she was familiar with chess, Beck headed over to her.
He asked, “You y chess?”
Celeste answered, “A little bit.”
With that, Matthias went speechless.
A bit? More like a whole lot.
But he didn’t say that aloud.
Since they weren’t familiar with each other’s ystyles, Brandon and Trevor started off with cautious, unclear
Over time, they <b>seemed </b><b>to </b>grasp each other’s tendencies, and Brandon adopted a more offensive strategy. Trevor, on the other hand, was countering Brandon’s aggressive moves and searching carefully for his own openings.
It looked like he was having a tough time keeping up.
Yet, in reality…
Celeste’s gaze became more intense the longer she observed.
Being well–versed <b>in </b>chess himself, Matthias watched for awhile before asking Celeste, “Who’s more likely to win?”
“It’s hard to say.”
Wynn and Miles, standing nearby, couldn’t help but feel that Celeste’s vague answer <b>was </b>meaningless. Matthias knew she wasn’t being vague without reason–there was more, but she couldn’t voice it.
In fact, Celeste couldn’t <b>just </b>say it outright.
Trevor frequently looked like he was falling behind, yet he <b>always </b>found a way to even the odds.
It was also possible that he had beenying a trap the entire time, drawing Brandon into his rhythm Despite everything, the matchs still appeared neck to neck.
The real reason she held back earlier wasn’t that she could predict the result it was that she didn’t know if Trevor even wanted to win.
As the younger.one, if he chose to hold back and let Brandon win…
Just as that thought crossed her spind, Brandon chuckled and said to Trevor, “I may not be the best, Trevor, but if you keep going easy on me, I won’t be pleased.”
Trevor smiled. “It’s been a while since myst game, so I’m a little out of touch.”
Brandon snickered, ignoring him.
He was quite capable, and it wasn’t until more than ten minutester that he conceded defeat, losing by a single piece to Trevor.
Instead of being upset, Brandon’s curiosity was piqued–he was eager to see just how skilled Trevor truly was. Grinning, Trevor signaled him to begin<b>. </b>
Without hesitation, Brandon jumped straight into the next match.
Trevor yed more aggressively this time. Brandon narrowed his eyes at him, but Trevor only responded smilingly, “Well yed.”
To be honest, Brandon was delighted; it had been ages since he had lost a match this enjoyably.
Then, they went straight to the <b>next </b>round.
Before they began, Brandon voiced, “Give it your all! Don’t act like I’m some old–timer who can’t see what’s going on.
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“You’ve got me all wrong, Mr. Keller Senior.”
Brandon brushed him off and concentrated on the match.
As expected, he lost again.
He put down his piece, got up, and said, “I concede—fair and square.”
Before Trevor could speak, Brandon added, “Any takers? I’m not saying you have to take him down, just make it less of a breeze for him.”
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