think a title for：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.
Rose had been practicing chess non-stop since she arrived at the Chess Institute. Her passion for the game was contagious, and everyone could feel her intense focus when she played. But there were still some skeptics who whispered behind her back, wondering if she was really as talented as everyone said she was. 
 
One day, as she was practicing in the courtyard, a tall and handsome young man walked in wearing trendy clothes and a pair of headphones. The other players immediately turned to look at him, wondering who he was. The young man, Charles, seemed unfazed by the curious glares and walked straight towards Rose.
 
The player who had been questioning Rose's abilities raised his chin at Charles and asked, "Did you see that Rose? What do you think of her?"
 
Everyone leaned in, waiting for Charles to join in the scrutiny of Rose. But to their surprise, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you have time to gossip about Rose, you might as well play more games of chess. Don't you feel bored?"
 
Charles was a renowned chess player in China and known for his casual and carefree demeanor. People often described him as an unstoppable wild horse, and his comment about Rose only added to the intrigue around her.
 
Meanwhile, Rose's assistant, Lola, sat in a corner, growing increasingly concerned about her boss. Rose hadn't come down to eat for two days, and Lola couldn't shake her unease about what she was eating.
 
Feeling uneasy, Lola went to tell the dean about Rose's behavior. But the dean was not pleased, scolding Lola for ignoring her duties as Rose's assistant. Lola defended herself, saying that Rose hadn't been reaching out to her either and that she was only staying in her apartment because of "social obstacles."
 
The dean knew that Rose was a genius in chess but lacked certain life skills, which was why he had assigned her an assistant. However, he also knew that Lola wasn't exactly reliable, and he worried about Rose's well-being.
 
The dean rushed to Rose's apartment, knocking on the door for a long time with no response. Eventually, he had to call the apartment administrator to unlock the door.
 
When he entered the apartment, he found Rose sitting cross-legged on the tatami, holding a roll of chess scores in her left hand and a sunspot in her right. She was so focused on the game that she barely registered the dean's arrival.
 
The dean looked around the apartment, noticing how old the chess set was and the empty cans of coconut juice scattered on the floor. It was clear that Rose had been living on very little during her seclusion. 
 
He waved Lola and the administrator out and stepped forward to speak with Rose. "Rose, how long have you been here?"
 
Rose's head snapped up as she struggled to bring her mind back to reality. She shook her head slowly, unsure of how much time had passed.
As Rose sat cross-legged on the tatami, her gaze was fixed on the chessboard in front of her. She was so engrossed in the game, she almost forgot that she needed to eat. The dean noticed her lack of sustenance and had to call the canteen to send food.
 
Among the various books scattered around the room, she spotted Michael's, the former world number one chess player. He had won numerous domestic and international championships over a decade ago but had sadly retired five years ago. Even in his absence, his presence was felt in the chess world.
 
As the dean recalled their agreement, his mind reeled with confusion. "Rose, we are not in a hurry to challenge."
 
With a twinkle in her eye, Rose looked up eagerly, her heart racing with excitement.
 
Christopher, her mentor, spoke sternly. "He has stopped playing. Even if he wanted to, only the world champion can challenge him."
 
As Rose's eyes dimmed, she found comfort on the chessboard, moving her fingers haphazardly. Suddenly, a wave of emotion washed over her, and she buried her head in her knees, trying to hold back her tears.
 
Christopher had persuaded her to contact Michael before returning home, but he had declined and said that he had sworn off the game for good. Christopher had fooled Rose with her teacher, and she didn't know what to believe anymore.
 
But the dean spoke up, trying to ease her nerves. "It's not impossible. You haven't won the world championship yet. When you do, you'll be qualified to challenge him."
 
As Rose looked up, her eyes were filled with hope again. "Really?" she asked timidly.
 
With a twinge of guilt, Christopher looked at her and answered, "Of course."
 
Her talent was precious to both her teacher and brother, who had sent her back to China to hone her skills. But Christopher knew her obsession with the game also came with the burden of expectation. The weight of the world seemed to be on her shoulders as she pursued chess glory.
The annual "Fengrui" Cup Go Competition held in China was abuzz with excitement as Rose, a newcomer in the chess world, won her first championship after returning home. With her unprecedented achievement as the youngest champion and the only female player to clinch the title, the competition sent ripples through the Go world. The media labeled her a "talented girl" and clamored for interviews with her and her mentor, Christopher. But to everyone's disappointment, Christopher declined all media requests, even refusing to provide a photo. Meanwhile, Rose, who had just become a star overnight, was tagged as "young and frivolous" by the press.
 
Despite the lack of attention in China's Go scene, Rose's latest victory in the competition managed to steal the headlines. Unfortunately, Charles, who could have been her potential rival in the competition, skipped the event, causing many to doubt the gold content of Rose's championship.
 
William paid special attention to the tournament due to Rose. He had a strong gut feeling that this young lady's journey to victory was only the beginning, and she would have countless more championships ahead. William was convinced that she would soon outshine even the brightest stars in the entertainment industry and bring glory to her country. Unlike most celebrities with fragile egos, Joseph had a beneficial relationship with her.
 
Surprisingly, William, who never watched sports news, watched the finals' live broadcast. He probably did so mainly because he knew Rose. William learned about Rose's achievement as soon as it happened and was thrilled beyond belief.
 
Meanwhile, Joseph was still busy filming on the set when he received a message from William, which he didn't open. William then called Joseph and exclaimed in excitement, "Joseph, the little beggar you picked up won the championship!" However, Joseph wasn't interested in hearing the news, claiming that Rose held no significance to him. William was taken aback by Joseph's indifference and added in confusion, "Huh?" Joseph then flatly declared, "Don't bother me about her."
Joseph hung up the phone before finishing his conversation, leaving William feeling a bit puzzled. He looked down at his phone and saw a photo of Rose hiding her face after winning the championship. William chuckled and muttered, "She's like a fool."
 
He closed the app and put his phone back in his pocket. Rose had been facing a lot of difficulty since winning the championship. She couldn't handle the newfound attention and had been avoiding the dojo. Luckily, Christopher had been shielding her from the media.
 
Rose spent most of her time in her apartment, only leaving for the games arranged by the dean. She hardly ate breakfast and had her assistant send her lunch and dinner, so no one had much contact with her. Lola was often asked about Rose, but she didn't know how to respond. The dean had promised a bonus for befriending Rose, but it seemed like a challenging task.
 
One day, Rose messaged Lola, asking if she could take her to buy some stationery. Lola happily agreed to help. Instead of taking the car provided by the Chess Institute, Lola suggested they take the subway.
 
As they walked, Lola talked excitedly, but Rose kept her eyes down. Occasionally, Rose would look up and nod, indicating she was listening. Lola questioned Rose about buying stationery, suggesting to Rose that if she wanted to communicate with others, she could use her phone to talk to them.
 
As they walked, Rose took out her phone from her pocket and typed two words, "Write a letter." This left Lola surprised and asked Rose if she intended to write something by hand. When Rose nodded, Lola was even more astonished. "Who still writes letters these days? You can use various social apps, like WeChat, email, voice, and video!"
Lola and Rose entered the subway station, walking against the flow of people. As they walked down the long corridor, Lola pointed out the photos of Joseph on the advertising spaces on both sides of the walls. The posters said, "Happy birthday to Joseph, we will always guard you."
 
Rose was surprised to see Joseph's face all over the place, and she couldn't understand why his photo was here. She asked herself, "Does he go to court very badly?"
 
While Rose was lost in thought, Lola leaned over to stick a photo of Joseph on her bag. She explained, "This is my love bean. It will be his birthday in half a month. This is a fan's help."
 
Rose had no clue what "love beans" meant, but she didn't want to dampen Lola's excitement. As they walked, Lola kept talking about Joseph and how handsome he was. She went on to say, "His acting skills are also amazing. The movie he released last year has passed 3 billion box office, which is amazing. He has won multiple awards for his performances. He is an excellent actor and sets the bar high for all the others in the industry."
 
Meanwhile, Rose had grown up in a closed world, and she had very little exposure to television and the internet. The only electronic gadget she owned was a basic mobile phone meant for the elderly. Consequently, she couldn't understand what Lola meant by "traffic" and "acting skills are online." Nevertheless, she enjoyed Lola's enthusiasm and decided to listen to her patiently.