After finishing the game with Gu Dali, Li Xiangping's task this month is over. His next official professional match will be the Fujitsu Cup in early April.

He is also the defending champion of the Fujitsu Cup, and he will definitely have a bye in the first round, so his next game is almost 20 days away.

The next day, I followed the army back to the capital, at this time the grandparents were still at home, they had to take care of Lin Yi, who was about to give birth, and Li Da Tuhao finally officially launched the "Galaxy Bay" project, he began to recruit troops, transfer troops, integrate various resources in his hands, and fly up all day long.

Of course, Li Xiangping had nothing to do with all this, so after he returned to the capital, the first thing he did was to call Mr. Wang Yuan of the "Go World" and tell him that he was going to do a "self-war commentary" to comment in detail on the game of chess between himself and Gu Dali.

It is rare to comment on a game in detail in the form of "self-battle commentary", especially if it is still a defeat of one's own, and few professional chess players are willing to do so.

However, since Li Xiangping wanted to contribute, Wang Yuanbaduan naturally welcomed it with both hands, and he not only readily promised to leave enough space in the next issue of the magazine, but also asked if he needed reporter Zhang Da's help.

Well, Li Xiangping's so-called "self-war commentary" in the past was actually written by reporter Zhang Da, and Li Xiangping was also responsible for explaining the technology next to him.

It's just that this time, considering that he needs to have a lot of communication with his own plug-in, Li Xiangping politely declined and prepared to do it alone.

Of course, it will be a lot more troublesome to do it alone, not only to make chess games but also to write articles, of course, it is more important to have a more in-depth discussion with Lao Shi, and strive to truly understand the dog trick of the "six-way hanging" thoroughly, so this time it took Li Xiangping nearly a week to "explain the self-war".

A week later, in the office of the deputy editor-in-chief of "Go World" magazine, after reading Li Xiangping's stack of manuscripts, Wang Yuanbaduan did not hesitate to praise himself at all:

"Ouch Xiangping, tsk, I really don't see it in my usual days, I didn't think that your literary attainments are so high and you wrote such an ancient chess review."

Well, Rao is Li Xiangping has always been thick-skinned, and he blushed slightly at this time, in fact, in his previous life, his mathematics, physics and chemistry grades have always been good, as for language, it has always been at the level of "no distinction between the two sides". And this chess review in front of him, of course, is mainly due to the great chess saint.

"Teacher Wang, if there are no other problems, then I will go out first."

"No problem, no problem, no problem, no problem, it's rare to see such a good chess review, I can't even start if I want to revise it, you go get busy, you go get busy......"

After leaving the magazine, Li Xiangping first went to the chess academy for a walk, and found that today's chess academy was empty, and most of the national players went to play in other places.

Out of boredom, he remembered his best friend and dialed Zhao Daokai's phone casually.

"Hey."

"Daokai, what are you doing now?"

"Didn't do anything, keep a diary."

Li Xiangping's eyes widened: "Ah! How do you have such a vulgar hobby now? ”

"What, what do you mean?"

"It's only in these years that a slut writes a diary."

Li Xiangping smiled: "I'll tell you Kai, don't do that kind of shitty thing, get out of here now." ”

"Fuck off!" Zhao Daokai, who was scolded inexplicably, said angrily: "I'm not free now, I want to get you to my house." ”

After hanging up the phone, Li Xiangping looked left and right at the sky, and found that he really had nowhere else to go, so he really slipped all the way to Zhao Daokai's house. After arriving at the ground, Li Xiangping looked around:

"Where's your parents?"

"All go to work, you think everyone is as idle as you hurt."

"Do you want to work this big weekend?" Li Xiangping said this, and completely relaxed, if Zhao Jiadong was okay, if it was replaced by Zhao Daokai's mother, Professor Liao, then even Li Xiangping would be stunned.

Walking into Zhao Daokai's kennel, Li Xiangping was suddenly attracted by the sketches on the wall:

"So many? Okay, Daokai, it seems that your current technique has improved a lot. ”

"Cut!" Zhao Daokai looked disdainful: "What techniques do you know?" But after despising Li Xiangping, this guy said as a matter of course:

"Of course, if you only talk about technique, this school of painting I studied is the strongest, so if other schools want to attack us, they can only make some articles from the "context" and so on. ”

Regarding Zhao Daokai's words, Li Xiangping agreed in his heart, the school he studied is called the "hyperrealist school", the so-called "delicate but not greasy, realistic but not real", this should be regarded as the highest pursuit of their school. In this case, if you want to enter his school, of course, the requirements for technique are quite high, and you may have to surpass any other school.

As for the attack on his painting school by others, Li Xiangping can certainly understand it-----

Because he thought of the Go world he was in, he compared the "aesthetic chess player" with the "ditch flow", in fact, in Li Xiangping's view, if these two schools can be played to the extreme, of course, they are very powerful, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

But what if they can't reach the highest level? There is nothing to say, "Gutter Flow" has a high probability of defeating the "Aesthetic Chess Player", but it is a pity that due to the poison of Japanese Go back then, many chess fans have developed a biased aesthetic and advocate aesthetics to belittle Gutter, which of course has no way to do it.

Of course, although I agree with Zhao Daokai's statement in my heart, it is the daily life of the two of them to fight the dead party, Li Xiangping walked in front of the wall:

"Yo, I've been drawing a few new ones lately, huh! One by one, they are still dancing, how can you Daokai, you really found a model in the dance academy? ”

"Not yet, it's just a line first," Speaking of this topic, this guy is energetic:

"How about Xiangping, how about you see the first draft of my three new paintings? ...... Yes, just these three pieces. ”

Li Xiangping didn't know what to paint, he just pretended to be there, and then shook his head and said: "It's not good, it seems that I praised you for being wrong just now, these new paintings of yours, why do I look inferior to the old paintings?" ”

"This is only the first draft, and I haven't finished it," Zhao Daokai looked disdainful again:

"As far as you're a layman, what do you think you can't do."

Li Xiangping said with a smile: "Although I don't understand painting, but Daokai, it's not me talking about you, I found that your aesthetics are very problematic, there were so many beautiful young ladies that day, how can you pick a few ugly ones to paint?" ”

"Look, look, let's be a layman," Zhao Daokai still looked like he was dragging two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand:

"Xiangping, I'll talk to you about science now, so that you don't have to go out and embarrass me, this painting model, the most taboo is to find that kind of beautiful face."

"Why?"

"In order to ensure the overall sense of coordination, if it is too beautiful, then everyone will look at the face, which is definitely a failure for a painting."

Well, although Li Xiangping doesn't know if this guy is fooling himself, but if he carefully recalls the famous paintings he has seen, it seems that he has really never seen a particularly beautiful painting model.

Of course, you still have to continue to be hard-mouthed: "Cut, I don't think you can find a beautiful one, or you can't find someone who doesn't pay attention to you, so I found a few crooked melons and cracked dates to make up the numbers here." ”

Zhao Daokai said angrily: "You pat your conscience and say, these are crooked melons and cracked dates?" ”

Well, if you really pat your conscience, then you can't say it, so Li Xiangping changed the topic:

"Yo, why is this little girl so young, and this is also a college student at the dance academy?"

"Of course not, this is what I found in the attached middle school, this, and this."

Li Xiangping nodded, Zhao Daokai himself is still a high school student, so of course it is normal to go to the affiliated middle school to find it.

Li Xiangping looked at the first draft and vaguely felt a little familiar, so he casually asked: "Who is this person?" ”

After Zhao Daokai reported his name, Li Xiangping's eyes widened: Big licking?

"Where's this?"

"This young lady went out from the affiliated middle school, and I happened to meet it last time."

After Zhao Daokai reported the second name, Li Xiangping showed a strange expression: Architect Jiang?

When he saw the third picture, Li Xiangping finally came to his senses:

"Haha, this should be the eldest sister, you see that you dare to brag here, this black and thin is so ugly, you can only look for this."

"Is this ugly?" This time it was Zhao Daokai's turn to open his eyes wide:

"I said Xiangping, what kind of eyes do you have, let me tell you the truth, among these 3 paintings, I am most optimistic about this one, and I am ready to take this one as the focus."

"Why?"

"Because this young lady is the best, don't look at it now, it seems inconspicuous, but it is a typical example of a big bear and a small body."

Big bears and small bodies?

"And who is this man?"

After Zhao Daokai reported his name again, Li Xiangping's eyes finally changed, Yaya?

Li Xiang said in his heart that his sworn friend is really an old driver.

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