Who asked him to play Go!

Chapter 69 · Chinese Women’s Volleyball Team!

"Okay! Let's go to the next city first!"

Faced with the victory of the women's team, the Internet cheered.

Although the head-to-head confrontation between Shi Yu and Li Xiantie is exciting, everyone is not opposed to having an appetizing pre-match before the official start of the game.

Especially these days, Lu Sizhu's attention has also been quietly rising, second only to Shi Yu.

If Shi Yu's popularity is inherent, then Lu Sizhu is a serious official publicity target and can be called the princess of the dynasty.

"The one who rides the horse! Why did we lose more easily than the plain noodles in the women's game? Are all the newcomers to Chinese Go monsters?"

Dean Jin slapped the table in the office, knocking off dozens of HP points from the table.

Since the energy was mainly concentrated on the men's team, the women's team didn't ask much about it. As a result, when I turned on the computer early in the morning, there was a huge typing problem.

He had also heard of Cui Youzhen's name. She also had a great record and was able to compete with the men's team, which made him think that at least the women's team was stable.

When I saw the result, oh wow, it was tragic.

"Li Xiantie, come on, if you lose again, I'm sure I won't be in this position next year."

At the award ceremony, in addition to the rank certificate recognized by the three countries, Lu Sizhu, as the champion, also received a folding fan, which was awarded by Rui Naisheng himself.

"Is this the championship prize?" Lu Sizhu looked around and found that he was the only one who had been awarded the fan.

The fan looks very delicate, with patterns of flowing clouds floating on the wooden handle, twinkling under the light.

"This is a reward specially given to you. Open it and take a look."

Lu Sizhu unfolded the folding fan and made a banging sound, which was particularly beautiful, like a peacock opening its tail.

"There's nothing written on it," Lu Sizhu said.

"Leave it to you to write. Try to write something you like."

Immediately, Rui Naisheng handed her a writing brush: "If you can't write well, I can help you."

Lu Sizhu shook his head: "I have studied calligraphy and I can write."

"That's good. When writing, remember to calm down. You only have one chance, so you must pour your spirit into it." Rui Naisheng stroked Lu Sizhu's head.

Writing inscriptions on folding fans has been a long-standing tradition in the Go community. Many fans also use folding fans when looking for autographs.

In addition to signing their names, chess players sometimes also sign something very symbolic.

For example, Takemiya Masaki signed "Cosmic Flow".

In the previous life, Lao Mi also signed the "Mi Style Flying Knife".

Of course, some people also asked to sign the "God's Hand", but later the market was gradually crowded out by the "Eagle Hand".

As for the folding fans that chess players want to bring to the arena, they require higher specifications, as if they have extra buffs.

Nie Lan once brought a fan that "cannot be moved by eight winds" to the game.

As for whether he has implemented the concept of being immovable on the court, it is unknown.

Similarly, just as Go requires no regrets in making a move, a fan can only be signed once. After all, the ink is not easy to modify, and the fabric of the fan cannot withstand modification.

You only get one chance, give it the power of your spirit.

Lu Sizhu looked thoughtfully at the folding fan held in his hand.

She did not write down immediately, but put it away and bowed politely to Ms. Rui: "Thank you."

The sound of the shutter of the camera, the applause of the audience, once again ushered in a small climax.

"The women's award ceremony is over, let's look forward to the focus battle with all our hearts, Shi Yu from China versus Li Xiantie from South Korea!"

It's finally time to get to yourself.

In the hotel room, Shi Yu stood up from the chessboard.

Sure enough, speaking harsh words before the game is indeed helpful for adjusting the state. He slept very soundly last night, but I don’t know about Li Xiantie.

But to be honest, what he said yesterday went far beyond the scope of harsh words and entered an abstract realm unknown to everyone.

It can be regarded as bringing a little abstract shock to the chess fans in this world.

"Shi Yu, how are the preparations for the war going?"

Nie Lan came to Shi Yu's room with a smile on his face.

"It's okay. I made a surprise study of Li Xiantie's chess records yesterday, and I gained some experience. Mr. Nie, you're not here to raise an army to accuse me, are you?"

Shi Yuxin wondered if the old man couldn't accept this and was a little annoyed, right?

"How could it be? This is a unique way of dueling between young people. How can I have the nerve to interfere?"

Nie Lan said with a smile.

"I just want to ask you, how did you come up with the idea of ​​betting with him? Because you had a brief confrontation with him and felt provoked?"

Nie Lan's expression was still playful, obviously hiding a secret.

"Harmful, that's not the case. I just suddenly realized that this game of chess is very important, so important that it's scary." Shi Yu was honest and relaxed.

"Fear?"

"This game is not just about competing for a championship or runner-up, or a preliminary determination of the second level, but a life-long victory or defeat. Do you remember the game between Teacher Ma and Jiang Changhao? Teacher Ma made a great start."

"So that's it." Nie Lan suddenly realized, his eyes became more and more approving.

In the early days, Ma Yaodao had a fate-determining game with Jiang Changhao.

Ma Yaodao said that the competition between Jiang Changhao and I must be long-term, and this game will determine the future outcome.

So he played the big officials he had established all the way early, intending to defeat Jiang Changhao in the finishing area where he was best at, so that he could establish a long-term psychological advantage.

(1996, Toyo Securities Cup, third game, Ma Xiaochun played black and Lee Chang-ho played white. This game is still what I wrote in the previous book)

The idea was good, but unfortunately, Ma Yaodao lost.

Sure enough, as he said, the two of them had been back and forth before this game.

After this game, Ma Yaodao collapsed and was beaten to a lifetime record of 6:25.

Now, a similar situation has occurred again.

In the Xinlong Cup, two teenagers who have not yet determined their level meet at the championship gate.

Both sides were on an explosive upward trajectory, and neither could accept defeat.

Whoever wins this game will have a lifelong advantage.

This kind of battle of fortune is worth betting on a black and bushy head!

"Boy, go on!"

Nie Lan took out his bag and threw out a ball of clothes.

"What, is this? Wrinkled?"

Shi Yu frowned subconsciously, but after unfolding his clothes, he was stunned, as if the whirlpool of time had swallowed him up.

This is a red gym suit, very contemporary.

There are two words on the chest, China. I have the impression that Wu Jing also wore the same style in green.

"Is this the original version?" After realizing its historical value, Shi Yu swallowed.

"Of course it's the original version. I borrowed this suit from the women's volleyball team. Wearing it, I defeated my biggest enemy. Koichi Komori, now it's your turn to wear it!"

　Dads, please vote for me!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)