The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
/ The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 175 – She Is Your Junior Sister
Chapter 175: She Is Your Junior Sister
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“You…” Angus suddenly clenched the Go piece.
Murderous intent surged from his black eyes.
Even John frowned.
Everyone else held their breath.
“Gosh! She actually… pressed Go!”
“And… she did it repeatedly!”
Pressing Go meant to corner the opponent to a disadvantaged position and block it on the side to suppress the opponent's pieces and expand one's territory.
Continuously using this approach was continuous pressing.
This was a great insult to the enemy in Go!
If Angus gave up at this moment, he would lose face, but it would be a greater disgrace to him if he kept getting pressed by Claire in this manner!
Either way, he would lose face today.
John couldn't help but marvel at the scene in front of him.
When this girl was playing Go, she was too aggressive.
In the end, Angus pounded the table and jumped to his feet.
The answer was self-evident.
He had lost!
The man rubbed his temple irritably and sat on the sofa next to him. He pulled off his tie, staring at Claire coldly, his handsome face full of anger.
John rushed to Claire and grabbed her arm excitedly. “Girl! In so many years, I have never met a genius like you. Whether it is speed or skill, you were simply born for Go. Would you like to join our Autumn Go Club? As long as you do, I will teach you everything I know about the game!”
“Yes.” Claire pulled back her arm, turned her head, and glanced at Angus sitting sullenly on the sofa.
John was overjoyed. “Great! You can come over when you have time. If I am busy, you can go to Angus and ask him to teach you.”
Angus frowned. “Teacher!”
“What's the matter?” John looked at him.
The man's face was extremely stiff, and he refused flatly. “I have no time to teach her!”
“Don't try to fool me with such an excuse. If you don't have time, make time. From now on, she is your junior sister!” John said firmly.
After leaving the Go club, Claire sent a message to Noah and then returned to the Life-Death Sect because she had a surgery to conduct in the afternoon.
It was late when Claire came out of the operating room. She took off her gloves, and threw them into the trash can.
A little nurse suddenly bumped into her, and the files she was holding were scattered all over the floor.
The little nurse panicked. “Sorry, Doctor Venus!”
She looked like a newcomer, behaving like a bull in a China shop.
Claire squatted down on one knee and helped her pick the files up.
She found that these documents were more than a dozen blood research reports, and the data was very strange, obviously different from that of normal people.
Leaving the Life-Death Sect, she returned to the Smiths' house.
Claire casually threw her school bag aside, turned on the computer, and hacked into the system of the Life-Death Sect.
Sure enough, it was the same as she had guessed.
These blood reports belonged to the group of people who were sent to the Life-Death Sect before. They had no names, no nationality, only numbers. Their identities were unknown.
A few days later, Claire received a call from John, asking her to go to Angus to learn Go after school on Friday.
It happened that there was a monthly test on Friday, and Claire left the test room early.
The sun was scorching. She sat on the stool at the bus stop. With a bowed head, she played with her cell phone, her legs dangling.
At this moment, Noah called.
“Are you going to Angus's house now?”
“Yeah.” Claire leaned against the bus sign and narrowed her eyes, a little sleepy.
“I'll have Gallon accompany you.”
Claire frowned. “Why?”
“I'll be worried about your safety if you're alone.”
As soon as the phone was hung up, a car stopped in front of her. The car window was open, revealing Gallon's stern face.
This was the first time they were meeting after the quarrel.
Gallon was expressionless and didn't look at Claire. His voice was a little dull. “Get in the car quickly.”
Chapter end
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