He asked the boy's name and arranged a rematch in a year. When he got home, he scratched the boy's name—Mao Ti…
He asked the boy's name and arranged a rematch in a year. When he got home, he scratched the boy's name—Mao Tianyou—in shaky words onto his white sandalwood chessboard in the warehouse. Already a master of strategy, Wan Zhi'an threw himself into studying chess: collecting old manuals, practicing endgames, and fiddling with ivory pieces on the chessboard. The members of the book club found this a headache since Wan Zhi'an would always rope someone into playing chess with him, only to complain about how terrible their skills were. It was around this time that a young hero showed up...