Chapter 53: A Middle-Aged Man

As Bangs Girl said, there are twenty tables in the circle of the chess club, and there is a special person responsible for guiding and testing, and the test is very simple, that is, according to their own strength, the level test questions are drawn, a piece of paper, on which there are various difficult endgames, and those who can crack it can join the club and become a member of the chess club. ，

There are a lot of people who participate in the chess club, and there are naturally many beauties, Song Qingguan only then understands that the girl with bangs is arrogant, and the chess club that is not short of popularity naturally doesn't care about the two insignificant freshmen, he doesn't understand Zhao Heng to refer to it, but when he saw that he was waiting to draw the test questions, he followed the line, and soon someone came over.

Zhao Heng was purely here to deal with the dodging girl, so he didn't wait for the people in the chess club to open his mouth and drew a chess paper at the bottom, in his opinion, it should be the easiest test, he just finished doing it casually and left, Song Qingguan received one according to his own strength, and then filled it up with Zhao Heng lying on the table next to him.

"This chess club is a fool."

Zhao Heng squinted his eyes and scanned the piece of chess paper in front of him, his fingers reflexively moved closer, turning slightly, whenever he fell into some kind of difficult moment, he always had this subconscious action of clenching his fists, Zhao Heng looked at the chess paper and said to himself: "This endgame is a bit deep, it is clear that people who have no foundation will not be allowed to join the club." ”

There are not many chess pieces on the chess paper, and it has come to the last moment, but the design is quite level, Zhao Heng started from the first step, and when he did the sixteenth move, he began to feel difficult, he felt that Zhao Siqing was not so difficult, it seems that the old man who set up this chess game is really a bit level.

Reign in the world, find him to play another day.

Zhao Heng flashed a thought, it's just that such a difficult chess game is still the shallowest level test? Wouldn't it be more difficult for people to die at other levels? Zhao Heng glanced at Song Qingguan in the distance, but found that the latter's eyebrows were fluttering, and he was very happy and fast, he was slightly surprised: Could it be that Song Qingguan has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Zhao Heng smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then concentrated on making the chess paper in front of him. At this time, the girl with bangs who had finished distributing the flyers walked back, and when she saw Zhao Heng who was frowning, she sneered, she was arrogant for a long time, and it didn't make sense, it didn't make sense, and now she was stumped by 、、、the level test, right?

In six minutes, many people had already gotten up to hand over the paper, and it was very easy to walk, and then many people joined in to test, ten minutes, Zhao Heng changed a batch of new students before and after, and in the twelfth minute, Song Qingguan also wrote his name on the finished chess paper and handed it in, but Zhao Heng pinched the tip of the pen and thought hard about the last step.

"What's wrong with Brother Heng today?"

When Song Qingguan was surprised why the boss was still sitting there, could it be that he was thinking about how to seek defeat by himself, the girl with bangs walked in front of Zhao Heng in high heels, and snorted lightly, obviously mocking Zhao Heng for being stumped by the level test, but Zhao Heng looked at the chess paper and did not react, let alone look at her.

In the thirtieth minute, Zhao Heng was still silently looking at the chess paper in the midst of the crowds, his fingers were gently rubbed, his eyes were also widened and narrowed, and the students who gradually left the chess club, as well as more than twenty members of the chess club who were in charge of the test, gradually noticed this young man with a pale face and sweaty forehead.

More and more freshmen came and went to the chess club test, and the departing freshmen were very polite to keep quiet, occasionally glancing at the interested people who passed by, but when they saw Zhao Heng, who was pale and motionless, a smile flashed in some people's eyes, and then a sneer appeared on their faces:

"Die to save face and suffer sin!"

Playing chess is not something that can be enlightened by consuming time, the level is there, hearing that Zhao Heng has been tested for thirty minutes, they naturally don't think that Zhao Heng is seriously thinking about the idea of solving the problem, you know, this is just a level test, and it is not an international competition, so there is no difficulty at all.

Zhao Heng sat still without moving, his face was still pale, and even a few drops of fine sweat could be seen on his forehead, the freshmen and members of the chess club who came and went to the chess club naturally thought that this guy must have pretended to be a fork and wanted to make a splash, but who knew that he stepped on a landmine, but he refused to leave stubbornly for the sake of face.

At the moment, we are caught in a dilemma.

Some people will sympathize with this poor guy, but more people look at Zhao Heng in the corner with mocking and contemptuous eyes, in their opinion, since they don't have this level, they shouldn't come to embarrass people, and if they show up, they have to bear the guidance, this disdain reached its peak after hearing the bangs girl laugh.

"Whew!"

Fifty minutes, Zhao Heng finally finished the chess paper, and then handed it over, the members who received the chess paper were slightly surprised to see the dense on it, they didn't expect Zhao Heng to write so many chess moves, but he was stunned for a few seconds and didn't bother to check it, after all, there were still a bunch of people testing it behind, so he hurriedly stuffed it into the file bag.

The girl with bangs originally wanted to take it and take a look, sneering by the way, but when she saw that she put it in the file bag, she dispelled the idea, even a person who has a level test for fifty minutes, there is no need to read what is written on it, and she will make these chess papers, any level can be cracked in less than ten minutes, why do you need a time?

"Boss, why have you been playing for so long?"

Song Qingguan looked at Zhao Heng who was sweating on his forehead, and said with a concerned face, what Zhao Heng wanted turned into a sigh, he couldn't make this chess game too difficult and too difficult, he took one hundred and twenty-three moves to win, I believe that Song Qingguan didn't believe it, so he changed the topic: "Go to other places." ”

He looked at the calligraphy and painting association in the distance: "Go to the calligraphy and painting association." ”

The girl with bangs looked at the backs of the two of them gradually moving away, and a trace of disdain crossed her eyes: "It's so naïve!" In her opinion, how can a student who is so difficult to fight against ordinary chess and paper join the Calligraphy and Painting Association? The two of them were purely vassals, and thinking of this, she shook her head and went to recruit the rest of the freshmen.

Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan stood in front of the Calligraphy and Painting Association to watch, facing this kind of place where they could show off themselves on the spot, naturally there were crowds, and students with a little foundation were holding the pen and dancing with dragons and phoenixes, or carefully carving a painting, or writing a poem full of charm, hoping to attract applause.

Zhao Heng swept over carelessly, although many of the calligraphy and paintings displayed were of a certain level, but there was still a gap between them and entering the room, and he suddenly saw a middle-aged man at the very end, holding a paintbrush, squeezing among the students who were particularly dazzling, and his whole body exuded a high-level momentum.

"Could it be that uncle is also a student?"

Song Qingguan also frowned slightly: "I see that he is a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere." ”

Zhao Heng smiled faintly: "It may be a teacher or something like that." ”

Saying that, but he walked over to the middle-aged man out of curiosity, Song Qingguan didn't move his footsteps, he stared at the fat man Qiao in the distance and smiled bitterly, the latter really dared to go to the dance association, and at the moment he was showing his demeanor without scruples, and deliberately asked a beautiful woman to ask questions about no nutrition.

"This guy 、、、"

Song Qingguan shook his head helplessly, and then found that Zhao Heng was not by his side.

At this moment, Zhao Heng was already standing next to the middle-aged man, who still did not look up, and did not seem to notice Zhao Heng's arrival.

Zhao Heng slowly approached the desk with bated breath and looked at the rice paper.

The painting on the rice paper is close to completion, it is a huge eagle with wings spread, the sky is high and the clouds are light and the goshawk is soaring, all the scenery has been lifelike, at present, the middle-aged man is pinching the eyes of the goshawk with a pen, just this finishing touch, the artistic conception is ethereal, and the painter is most difficult to grasp the artistic conception charm in the painting.

The middle-aged man seemed to be confused, his brows were slightly locked, and he couldn't put pen to paper for a long time.

Zhao Heng stared at the painting carefully, and saw that although the middle-aged man's brushwork was skillful and majestic enough, he only lacked a smart atmosphere, although the eagle in the picture was cool but a little more rigid, as if Meiyu had a flaw, the fly in the ointment, Zhao Heng looked at the eagle and sighed slightly.

This man is by no means an ordinary person, but it is also difficult to become a god.

Zhao Heng's unintentional sigh woke up the middle-aged man who was holding a paintbrush and contemplating, the latter raised his head to look at him, with a gentle smile, the middle-aged man was as elegant and extraordinary as Zhao Heng imagined, his facial features were peaceful but there was no lack of tension, and the pair of elegant, deep but slightly indifferent eyes were even more shining.

Superior!

This is Zhao Heng's judgment of a middle-aged man!

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