11. The old man plays with the naughty boy

Author: One Sword Stab Stab

11. The old man plays with the naughty boy

"It's still a little bit close, just a little bit close!"

"Only about five eyes."

"About three eyes."

"One and a half glances..."

As the chess game continued to progress, the black and white chess pieces continued to alternate on the chessboard. Wan Fang used all the official tricks he had learned in his life, and the situation became closer and closer.

Getting closer...

I always feel like victory is right in front of my eyes, so close...

But, it seems that it's always just a little bit off.

Even if I try my best, it seems that I can reach it, but it is like a mirage.

The sky also darkened without anyone noticing.

This game of chess was played for nearly six hours.

"How's the situation?"

"The difference between eyes is so close that I can't even count them."

"White wins by an eye and a half."

As a professional ninth-dan player, Hong He quickly counted the numbers on the chessboard.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding area suddenly became bustling.

"How is it possible? A professional chess player actually lost?"

"Can professional chess players actually lose?"

"I was bragging so harshly before the game, but now I'm so embarrassed."

"Maybe it was a miscalculation?"

The leader of the first center looked at the chess board in front of him in disbelief. Before the game, he said that Ying Jie could not hold up to fifty moves, but in the end, the opponent actually defeated the professional chess player.

"I lost."

Wan Fang's expression throughout the game changed from relaxed and leisurely, to confusion when he didn't know when he was at a disadvantage, to when he was an official, his eyes were bloodshot and he was desperately chasing after him.

Until the final despair.

After counting the number of eyes, Wan Fang's entire face can be said to be as gray as ashes.

"Your chess skills are not weak."

Ying Jie covered his chess jar and said silently.

It's just that I'm stronger.

"Did you do it on purpose? In the official stage, you deliberately let things go, giving me hope again and again, and then crushing it.

To retaliate against my previous provocation?"

Wan Fang looked at Ying Jie in disbelief. When he was an official, he saw countless opportunities and countless concessions from the other party.

Let yourself feel like you are only a few feet away from victory, but in the end you realize that the victory you thought was so far away is actually a mirage.

You can see it, but you can never hold it in your hands.

The closer you get to hope, the more you lose.

The other party was like an adult teasing a child with candy, stretching out the candy again and again, only to take the candy back easily, deliberately torturing himself.

The entire game was under the control of the opponent, and I had no chance at all.

How could this happen? He is just an amateur chess player.

"No, I just chose a move that will definitely win.

The first of the Ten Secrets of Go is not to be greedy for winning."

In the final stage, Wan Fang fought against Ying Jie to the death. This calamity placed very little burden on Ying Jie. If Ying Jie followed in the calamity, he might be able to make twenty or thirty shots.

But Ying Jie endured this temptation and chose the safest way to end the matter.

Looking at the end of the chess game, as the referee announced the result, everyone around him was the first to applaud, and finally the entire stadium burst into applause.

In everyone's eyes, the invincible professional chess player actually lost. Ying Jie was like a warrior slaying a dragon.

Ying Jie created a miracle!

Chengdong Middle School also created a miracle.

Defeated Tzu Chi Middle School 3:1! Advance to the finals.

"Awesome! I knew you could win!"

Seeing Ying Jie standing up, Lu Jingjing went over and hugged him.

Ying Jie also took advantage of the situation and leaned on Lu Jingjing, and the game of chess was played for nearly six hours.

After a full six hours of high-intensity play, Ying Jie's physical strength was basically close to its limit.

Don't think that playing Go is not tiring at all. Mental exercise sometimes consumes more energy than physical exercise.

There are even anecdotes about a bloody game of Go, with more than ten kilograms of meat lost in one game.

Next time for this kind of competition, I have to prepare some high-calorie foods such as chocolate in advance, otherwise I won't be able to survive such a long battle.

Don't be surprised, during the finals of the World Series, it is not uncommon for players to eat chocolate and drink coffee.

When the rules of Go were not yet perfect, there was even an extra-game trick of putting smelly socks next to the chessboard.

Even when your opponent cannot calculate the situation clearly, he or she will judge who is better in the situation based on your expression.

It may even involve a series of factors such as psychological warfare.

Talking to chess players is indeed a very interesting thing. It is much more interesting than playing online chess in my previous life.

It's almost 7:00 pm now.

Originally, the organizers planned to decide the champion in the afternoon. After all, in normal amateur competitions, it is difficult for everyone to take more than an hour for a set.

But I didn't expect that a game of chess would take such a long time. After discussion, the final could only be postponed to tomorrow.

But at this time, the other finalist team directly chose to abstain.

A team that defeats professional chess players has no hope of winning.

In this way, Chengdong Middle School won the Fangyuan City Go League Championship trophy without any bloodshed in the last game.

Except for Ying Jie, the other people standing on the stage holding cups and taking photos seemed to feel a little unreal.

"Amazing! It's really amazing. Ying Jie actually defeated a professional chess player. Am I just dreaming?"

Standing next to Yu Renjian, Zhang Zhipeng couldn't help but complain: "Can you pinch yourself when you are dreaming?"

It's just that you don't feel any pain, so how do you know if you are dreaming or not?

"Haha, I'll be able to brag about it in the future. Ying Jie and I worked together to defeat the professional chess players!"

"It's like you and Jordan scored 57 points together, right? Stop bragging."

"What a great bragging material. When I return to school the day after tomorrow, I guarantee that the whole school will know about it."

"But it's really dangerous! I almost got caught up in the final stage. Professional chess players are really good."

Hearing this, Ying Jie shook his head and said nothing.

In the final official stage, I had already calculated all the changes clearly and chose the bigger one. In fact, the opponent finally opened the calamity, and I simply eliminated it.

It seems that Wanfang is infinitely close, almost catching up, but the difference is locked by his own calculations.

From the moment he entered the official stage with an advantage, Wan Fang had no hope of winning.

"It's such a pity, it's just that little bit different."

Different from the lively photo taking next to him, Wan Fang was still sitting alone in his seat stupidly, looking at the chess game in front of him in disbelief.

To this day it is still difficult to accept my failure.

The leader of No. 1 Middle School couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the final chess game.

This kind of half-hearted victory is so disappointing.

It seemed like he was about to win, but he was so close.

It's more uncomfortable than being killed by others in the middle game.

"I was just careless!"

Listening to the whispers of the people next to him, Wan Fang blushed, slapped the table and stood up.
To be continued...