think a title for :As Rose stepped out of the car, Joseph couldn't help but sneer at her discomfort. William, on the other hand, couldn't figure out whether he should offer help or enjoy the show. Despite her nerves, Rose pushed her suitcase alone and never looked back at her two former companions.
 
Suddenly, a stout official approached her with exaggerated steps, extending his greasy hand to greet her. "You must be Rose. We were worried when your car didn't arrive yesterday."
 
Press and photographers swarmed her from all directions. Instinctively, Rose raised her hand to shield her face, afraid of the exposure. She had never been comfortable with large crowds, especially not with cameras.
 
Her fear triggered a memory of the day she performed on stage, where plenty of cameras overwhelmed her. Her only source of comfort was her brother, who took her away despite the raging excitement.
 
Rose didn't understand the titles of the man before her, nor did she answer him. Despite her lack of enthusiasm, the official remained optimistic. "Geniuses are truly different," he said with a grin.
 
The people surrounding them laughed, but then a man in his forties stepped out of the crowd and whispered soothingly to Rose, "I'm Christopher, the dean of the Chess Institute. You might remember me from your time in Japan, where I visited your dojo yearly to observe and chat with you. Don't be afraid."
 
Christopher's sincere smile and calming words differentiated him from the typical officials surrounding her. Rose had indeed recognized him from her time in Japan when her teacher had mentioned him before she returned home.
 
Despite the presence of cameras, Christopher gave way. The officials continued to talk about Go culture, with occasional echoes from the accompanying crowd. The camera remained fixated on Rose and the official's face, and Rose's hands grew clammy in response to her stiff demeanor.
 
As Rose quivered with anxiety, Joseph contemplated whether to intervene. However, Rose's lack of recognition towards him and William made him realize he was nothing more than a forgotten prop in the background.
 
As Christopher tried to end the chaotic welcome, Rose could feel her nerves skyrocketing. Her palms were drenched in sweat, and her stomach twisted into knots. She wasn't used to such attention, and she didn't even know half the people surrounding her.
 
Andrew, one of the officials, seemed displeased with Christopher's decision. "We have a welcome dinner planned with Gary, and it's not just your personal credit on the line. The entire chess institute's reputation is at stake," Andrew argued.
 
Christopher tried to reassure him, "I'll explain to Gary, and he'll understand. Rose is in a special situation, and it's not good for her to be overwhelmed by stimulation."
 
After some back and forth, Christopher managed to disperse the talent, leaving only him and Rose behind. "Sorry about that, Rose. I'll do my best to avoid situations like this in the future. I know how sensitive you are to these kinds of events."
 
Rose only nodded, feeling relieved that the chaos was over.
 
Christopher then walked over to Joseph, thanking him for his help the day before. Joseph glanced at Rose before responding coldly, "No need to thank me. We can go now."
 
William, who had stayed silent up until this point, approached Rose and slipped two cans of coconut juice into her hands. She smiled gratefully at him before following Joseph to the car.
 
As they drove off, Rose couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, she was grateful for the small act of kindness from William, but on the other hand, she couldn't understand why Joseph and the rest of the officials couldn't recognize her discomfort.
 
She silently vowed to never let herself be put in such a situation again. Chess was her passion, but she didn't want the fame that came with it. All she wanted was to play and improve her skills.
William hopped onto the bus, and as soon as the door closed, Joseph slammed his foot on the accelerator, causing the car to screech out of the chess house.
 
The dean himself escorted Rose to the apartment provided by the Chess Institute, which consisted of a two-bedroom, one-bathroom, and a chess room. She could train and practice without ever leaving the complex, considering her unique situation.
 
Christopher had also appointed a female assistant to attend to Rose's daily needs. At dinner, he asked her where she had gone after landing at the airport. "Your teacher and brother were anxious when you didn't show up," he added with a smile.
 
Rose's lips trembled as she recalled her encounter with Joseph. As he was swarmed by frenzied fans, she panicked and ran, only to bump into him halfway. It was a nightmare from which she wished she could wake up. If there was one thing she wished for, it was to never cross paths with Joseph again.
 
But Rose couldn't reveal the truth to the dean, so she typed a message on her phone, "My brother is unwell. Please don't think poorly of me."
 
Christopher nodded. "Of course, Rose. You did the right thing. Family comes first."
 
That night, Christopher, Rose, and Lola, her new assistant, dined together. Rose had become quite the topic at the Chess Institute, and Lola felt as if she already knew her.
 
As Christopher whispered to Lola about his hopes for her to become friends with Rose within six months, her eyes widened with excitement and promised to double her bonus.
 
Meanwhile, Rose fiddled with her phone, attempting to add her brother's number. When Joseph's name suddenly appeared, her heart raced, and she almost deleted it.
 
She still owed him money for the phone he had bought her, and the thought weighed heavily on her mind. She tossed her phone onto the bed, but soon picked it up and sent a message to her brother.
 
As she waited for a response, she curled up on the sofa with her phone, not daring to reveal anything to Joseph. An hour passed before her brother finally replied.
Rose let out a content sigh as she arranged her broken chessboard. She was finally in the Chess Institute, the place she had been dreaming of since she learned the game at the age of five. She couldn't believe her brother had made all this possible for her.
 
She took a thoughtful sip of her warm tea and glanced around the tatami-covered room. There was a sandalwood chessboard, that looked like it could be worth more than her entire wardrobe combined, and black and white chess pieces that shone like they were made of pure jade.
 
As she played, her mind wandered into the depths of her game, and she lost track of time. The only thing that could bring her back to reality was her phone ringing. She blinked out of her trance and reached for it.
 
"Drink some milk before you sleep," read the message, and she smiled at her brother's concern.
 
Rose wished she could talk to him face to face, just like she had with Joseph, the mysterious man who had bought her the phone. She had promised her brother she wouldn't let anyone distract her, but she couldn't help thinking about Joseph and how he had made her feel both grateful and uneasy.
 
Determined to focus solely on her chess, she went to sleep after drinking milk. But even in her dreams, she couldn't escape the feeling of unrest that settled in her stomach like a heavy stone.
 
The next morning, the Chess Institute buzzed with excitement about Rose's arrival. Everyone was anxious to meet the girl who had been creating such a sensation in the chess world.
 
But Rose didn't appear.
 
As the day wore on, rumors circulated that Rose was no ordinary player, that she was VIP and couldn't eat in the canteen like the rest of them. Some even whispered that her apartment had been specially decorated and that she had a driver and an assistant.
 
A young chess player spoke up, "She's probably been invited by the leaders themselves. No wonder she's not here."
 
Sophia Jiu Duan, the only female Jiu Duan chess player in the courtyard before Rose arrived, said in a soft voice, "The dean is eating in the canteen. It's better to be humble and low-key."
 
The others murmured their agreement, and some added, "She hasn't even won a world championship yet."
 
Rose listened to their words from her chess room. They didn't know she was there, but their words stung her like a bee. She would show them what she was made of, even if it meant starting from the bottom and working her way up. Rose was a fighter, and nothing could stop her from reaching her dreams.