"Be the first in the world? What a big breath! The middle-aged uncle was no longer polite, picked up a sunspot and slapped it on the star position of the chessboard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fan Xiping's momentum behind Wang Ling changed, and his face was serious, which was different from playing chess, he had always been serious about playing against people, regardless of whether the opponent was strong or weak.

Wang Ling seemed to feel the atmosphere when he played against him a few days ago.

"17. Four, upper right corner, small eye."

The middle-aged uncle is a star.

"16. Seventeen, lower right corner, small eye."

"3. Sixteen.

"16.Five"

The chess game was going on very quickly, and soon it was in the middle of the game, the middle-aged uncle wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, and opened the fan to fan desperately, although the weather was very cold, but his sweat couldn't stop coming out. He saw that he had gone on the big way, the other party was really strong, and he had no room to fight back, and he was led by the nose all the way.

After thinking about it again, he decided to throw himself and admit defeat, but I couldn't say anything about these three words when I lost.

"One more plate!" The uncle was unwilling and asked for another game.

"Okay." Putting away the chess pieces, Wang Ling made a gesture of please.

"I'll put two sons first." The middle-aged uncle passed the last game, saw the difference in strength between the two, and asked for the two sons.

"No problem."

This game was faster, and in more than ten minutes, the middle-aged uncle threw in again.

"Come again, I'll put four sons."

"Please."

The uncle took four star positions with black.

Of course, he still lost, and the uncle pulled his half-bald hair, stared at the chessboard, and kept muttering: "This is impossible!" How is this possible? ”

A few tables later, an old man who was familiar with him turned his head and asked, "Xiao Liao, how is it?" What is the chess strength of this little brother Fan Xiping? ”

"Lost!" These two words came out of the uncle's mouth with difficulty.

"Lost? No way! You're an amateur! The old man's face was full of disbelief. He stopped playing and came over to observe the game.

"Xiao Liao, do you hold black? Wow, really lost, still mid-game. ”

"He also gave four sons." Uncle Liao raised his head and said to the old man.

"Impossible!" The old man's voice was particularly loud, and his roar attracted the attention of the chess friends around him.

"What can't be?"

"Xiao Liao lost?"

"I'll take a look."

A group of people gathered around Wang Ling and his uncle's chess table.

"Sure enough, I lost."

"Xiao Liao, you are an amateur second stage, why are you so watery."

"Let me come, I'm an amateur third dan."

"It's better for me to come, I'm the fourth section, Xiao Liao, you get up."

Uncle Liao, who was beaten to the ground, got up from his seat, but did not leave, and stood aside to continue to watch the battle.

This time it was also an uncle who sat down, surnamed Guan, an amateur fourth section.

The difference between the level of the amateur fourth and second dan is actually not big, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he said to Wang Ling: "You let it go first, right?" ”

Xiao Liao interjected on the side: "Lao Guan, you still have to put a few more." ”

"Is it really that powerful?" Lao Guan didn't believe it, if he wanted to make him an amateur four-stage boy, he must have a professional-level level. As a chess fan, there are only hundreds of domestic professional players, and he basically knows what they look like, but this black guy is very raw, although he wears big sunglasses, but he definitely doesn't know him.

Could it be a professional reserve member cultivated by each dojo or a student of the chess academy? It can't be either. These reserve members and students are generally very young teenagers, and it is unlikely that they are in their twenties.

"How many sons were you just conceded?" Lao Guan asked Uncle Liao.

"Four sons." Uncle Liao swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

"Then I'll have four sons, how about a young man?" Lao Guan asked.

"No problem, please drop off." Wang Ling has a strong backing, and the other party is an amateur, so why not let you have a few sons.

Lao Guan is more cautious and cautious, he will not be held up because of a little self-esteem, and his chess style is also very stable, but it is also useless in front of Fan Xiping, a chess fairy.

He had to think for a while every step he took, and Wang Ling did not hesitate to fall, the strength of the two sides was too different, although Lao Guan tried his best to defend, he still couldn't resist Wang Ling's powerful offensive and was defeated.

"It's so powerful, the amateur fourth stage was let by the fourth son and still lost!"

"It's ugly to lose, look at this big dragon being slaughtered, if I would have been beaten and cried."

"You're not ashamed, you're still crying when you're old."

"It's a parable, do you understand the parable?"

Lao Guan also got up from his seat, saying that he couldn't do anything.

"Is there anything more powerful?" Wang Ling said.

There were more and more onlookers, and they all looked at each other and talked about each other.

"Xiao Zhang, go on, you are an amateur sixth dan." An old man named an amateur chess player named Xiao Zhang next to him.

"I can't do it, my chess strength is only a little higher than Lao Guan, and it's humiliating to go up." Xiao Zhang hurriedly waved his hand.

"Is Lu Baduan here?"

"I can only go to Lu Baduan."

This Lu Baduan is actually an amateur 7th dan, and the highest amateur rank is only up to 7 dan, he is called Lu Baduan because his strength has surpassed that of amateur chess players, although he has not reached the strength of professional players, but he is invincible in the amateur Go world in Rongcheng.

"I'm here." Lu Baduan is called Lu Wei, but his name is rarely called anymore, and everyone jokingly calls him Lu Baduan.

Lu Baduan was a fat man in his thirties and forties, and he sat down opposite Wang Ling with a dignified face.

"How many do you want to make?"

"No, let's go first." Unlike Lao Guan, Lu Wei is still very face-saving, based on what he observed just now, the opponent definitely has a professional-level level, but his self-esteem makes him unable to choose to concede.

"Then you please."

This game of chess was played very quickly, because there was no handicap, Lu Wei quickly collapsed, the middle game was killed, the situation was extremely ugly, in fact, he should have admitted defeat a long time ago, but he couldn't get over the face by admitting defeat too early, so he had to lick his face and stiffen up, who knew that the more he insisted on losing, the more ugly he would lose.

"Lost too!"

"Lu Baduan actually lost!"

"It's so strong!"

"Boy, you're a pro, aren't you?" An uncle asked.

"No, today is the first time I've played chess with outsiders." Wang Ling told the truth, but no one believed it.

"It can't be!"

"Young man, you must be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

"How can I play chess so well for the first time, I've been playing it for decades."

"You've lived to be a dog for decades."

"Maybe they're geniuses."

"It seems that the boss can only let the horse go."

The owner of this Go club is called Yan Dong, he is not very old, he is not yet forty years old, he chose to retire because of physical reasons, he was a professional eighth-dan when he retired, and he usually came very early, but today he has not yet arrived in the store because of some things at home.

"Who made a call to Boss Yan?" Lu Wei said, "I'll try again." ”

The girl at the cash register at the door is a relative of Yan Dong, she knows that Yan Dong likes to play against masters the most, but it is difficult to find masters after retiring and returning to his hometown, and today a young master finally came to the store, of course he will not let go, so when Lu Wei sat down in the first game, he had already called Yan Dong to inform him.