Who asked him to play Go!

Chapter 66 · "Who asked him to play Go!" 》×2

When someone said something like this in Korean, Jia Minjun wanted to retort, to see which insect was so arrogant and dared to provoke me.

I looked up and saw, oh, Li Xiantie.

Jia Minjun fell silent for a moment and obediently gave up his position.

Teacher Cao's gaze was certainly terrifying, but Jia Minjun was even more afraid of Li Xiantie's aura. As long as he came within three meters of him, he would get goosebumps all over his body.

This man's chess is really too powerful.

Anyone who dares to challenge him will be hammered out of the shadows.

But Jia Minjun is still very curious. In this situation, what else can be done?

Before he could react, the chess piece fell with a thud.

Shi Yu's pupils narrowed slightly.

118 moves, support all the way.

Ghost hands.

It's not the ghost hand of Ye Shen Liao who faked a shot at the end, but the real ghost hand all the way.

Jia Minjun was confused at first, and then after careful calculation, it turned out to be true! Both sides were on guard, what a trick!

Damn it, admitting defeat when you have a winning move is the same as admitting defeat after winning the move!

Now, we have to return home from the minefield on the 38th parallel!

"If you can take this step, you can win." After leaving this cold reply, Li Xiantie stood up immediately.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the sound of falling pieces was heard again on the chessboard.

despair.

Like ice breaking.

Li Xiantie suddenly stopped and when he turned around, there was another chess piece on the chessboard.

119 moves, standing alone.

"It's a very dangerous thing. Fortunately, there are countermeasures here. Now it's 50-50."

Shi Yuyun withdrew his hands from the chessboard and continued to lean back on the chair, returning to his previous state of arrogant French posture.

Time seems to stand still.

Li Xiantie stared at the extra chess move on the chessboard from afar, and shrugged slightly, as if his heart was being pinched.

How many seconds have passed just now?

Ten seconds?

Eight seconds?

Or is it only five seconds?

It's short anyway.

However, in such a short period of time, this person was able to accurately hit the best player in the situation?

Li Xiantie couldn't believe it.

"what?"

Jia Minjun suffered another critical hit.

After Li Xiantie's shady operation just now, he thought that the entire black chess piece had been wiped out.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, Shi Yu struck again with a corrective attack, allowing most of the people below to survive.

The situation. The situation is back!

Playing this chess move is not the key point, the key point is to use a short time, calculate all the local changes in an instant, and find the correct solution.

Emma, ​​I didn’t count!

what's the situation? This feeling that I’m the only one in the audience who can’t do it?

Why is this kind of skill that others have to think hard about and use as a ultimate move, but in your hands it is like a normal attack level A?

Two major championship seeds are waiting for me to review the game at the same time. Can this blessing be small?

As time went by, more and more chess games ended, and everyone's atmosphere gradually relaxed, chatting and laughing while reviewing the games.

But the moment Li Xiantie came over and sat across from Shi Yu, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The chess players moved their positions further away, for fear of being splashed by the sparks of the confrontation between the two men.

Just go back and fight, don't make us all fly away!

"Are you interested in continuing with this situation?" Shi Yu sat upright again, said elegantly and casually, and gestured to the empty seat in front of him, "Please."

Li Xiantie was obviously shaken, and the lines on the back of his hands suddenly tightened, obviously wanting to accept the invitation to fight.

Jia Minjun became even more panicked.

There is an inexplicable feeling of fear of being caught between the Soviet Union and Germany, and that a "non-aggression agreement" will be signed at any time.

The radio rang.

It is announced that all the games this morning are over. Players are asked to finish the review as soon as possible, go to the restaurant to have dinner, and prepare for the afternoon game.

This encounter had to be abandoned. He took a deep breath, looked directly into Shi Yu's eyes, and said with all his strength, "See you in the finals."

Shi Yu: "Hmm, @#￥%#￥&^"

Although Li Xiantie couldn't understand what the other party was saying, he thought it was a harsh word like "see you on the field."

As for why the sentence is so long, it may be because a few poetic allusions were used to show off the culture.

So Li Xiantie nodded, shook his suit and tie, and walked out of the arena with his head held high, while Jia Minjun followed him dejectedly.

ummm

In fact, what Shi Yu said was: Are you full? If you are not full, eat more at lunch.

I just wanted to try and see if he would be fooled. Unexpectedly, he was not only fooled, but also nodded seriously.

Haha, he believed it, he really believed it·jpg.

Not long after, Shi Yu's beating heart also fell silent.

So that’s it, this is Li Xiantie.

The pressure is indeed extraordinary.

Whether it is the momentum of a single sword attack or the extremely charming ghost hand, they all demonstrate unprecedented ferocious power.

The more this is the case, the more people are tempted to move.

It's like winter is coming.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

Time seems to have been pressed on the accelerator button.

The afternoon game started and ended quickly.

The opponent in the last round is Ka Xiangtai, a cutting-edge chess player also from South Korea.

This man played the game well in the first half of the game, but as soon as the countdown started, he committed suicide at the speed of light, and the game came to an abrupt end.

The door to the finals is now open.

"I heard that you have had a face-to-face interview with Li Xiantie?"

After the game, the neon lights outside the window lit up one after another. When Shi Yu was looking at the reflection on the river and meditating, Jian Wusheng came closer.

"Yes, as an opponent, he is much better than I thought."

"Seeing that you are so energetic makes me feel relieved." Jian Wusheng suddenly sighed, looking shy.

"Is there a problem on your end?"

"Yes, this afternoon, I was killed by Li Xiantie. I lost miserably. Now I am busy doubting my life."

"Oh, that's how it is."

"You should be surprised! Don't let me get killed, it seems like it's natural!"

"Ahem, I'm sorry, then... wuwuwu, Jianjian, how come you were killed by that boy named Li? It's really inappropriate!"

"Just think that it was natural for me to be killed. It was good just now." Jian Wusheng silently shut up.

After a while, he continued:

"Aren't you afraid? Your chess skills and mine are basically the same. If I lose to the point where I doubt my life, it will probably be difficult for you too."

"Of course I'm scared. I've never faced such a strong opponent. It seems like you have to use every cell's strength to defeat him. But when I thought that the opponent had the same level of fear as me, I suddenly felt better."

Shi Yu put his hands on Jian Wusheng's shoulders, and his expression made Jian Wusheng shrug.

An expression of excitement like smelling blood.

"I see, is this the Smiling God of Death?" Jian Wusheng said with awe.

"Wait a minute, I suddenly had an inspiration!"

"What inspiration?"

"One inspiration to make Go more interesting is"

After hearing the inspiration, Jian Wusheng's painting style turned gray.

Step on grandma! Who asked you to play Go?

　"Go Diary"

　　I was only in second or third grade at the time, and I had no idea what to do with the landlady's daughter. I concentrated all my energy for the whole night on listening to the horror stories told by the sixth-grade Taoist friend in the bed next door.

　　Although of course I didn't realize it, but now that I think about it, I still have a faint green feeling, as if snowflakes melted on the tip of my nose in an instant, leaving only a memory that was smudged and colored.

　　That's it, are you still expecting something else?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)