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Bai Yunsheng had loved chess ever since he was a kid. Winning or losing never mattered much to him. What he ca…

Bai Yunsheng had loved chess ever since he was a kid. Winning or losing never mattered much to him. What he cared about was sharpening his mind and learning discipline. To him, chess was a lot like medicine—one wrong move or one bad prescription could mean losing everything. In chess, you could always start a new game, while with life and death, you only get one chance. As he watched his mother dying in bed, Bai Yunsheng still couldn't bring himself to admit defeat.

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