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Winters in the capital are colder than in Rongcheng.

Although it has not snowed since the beginning of winter, the dry and cold weather makes people reluctant to stretch out their hands.

Zhao Yajun, who has settled in the hotel, is sitting together for dinner with a temporary small team composed of Zhao Ya and the three Go masters of Fengcheng.

"Brother Dong is the leader of the team this time, you have the final say on anything." Zhao Yajun looked at the forty-year-old red-faced man and said.

"Then let me arrange, at the end of each round of this competition, come to me to report the results." The red-faced man's name is Dong Tingjun, the owner of a chess academy in Fengcheng, with amateur 5-dan strength, this evening newspaper cup passed the qualifiers, and a coach with a dashing teenager formed a team.

Because of the lack of five and two, Zhao Yajun and Zhao Ya were invited to join.

The Wanbao Cup is an individual competition, but there is a team award, and the team results are based on the individual results of the five team members.

If you don't participate in a group, then you are an individual player, and if you participate in a group, you are an individual player, and your score will be brought into your group.

The advantage of joining the group is that you will get some sponsorship fees, at least the food, accommodation and travel expenses will be reimbursed, so Zhao Yajun and Zhao Ya can save a lot of money by joining the team of this Fengcheng Chess Academy.

"This time, our group's goal is to hit the top ten, and if we can get into the top six, I will give each person an extra 500 yuan in subsidies." Dong Tingjun is obviously cheering everyone up.

"Teacher Dong, what if you can break into the top three?" The somewhat emaciated teenager asked.

"If it's really that lucky, give each person an extra thousand yuan." Dong Tingjun smiled, he didn't like this young man who rushed to the section a little.

There was a bit of excess arrogance, but there was no one better in his team than this boy.

This year's fixed-stage tournament ranked 68, which is a group of amateur chess players with the highest chess power in Fengcheng.

"Mr. Dong, I don't think this is fair, if I get the top six, and they don't rank at all, so drag the team back, isn't it appropriate to reward at a glance?" When the emaciated young man spoke, he looked at Zhao Ya's face from time to time, obviously a little contemptuous of this little girl.

"Chen Yifan, we are a team, and we must have the concept of a team." The bald middle-aged man who had not spoken on the side continued, but looking at his expression, he didn't really blame the young man.

"Yes, the team's achievements depend on everyone's hard work." Dong Tingjun's face changed slightly, and then he continued: "Yifan, although your level is the strongest, you can impact the individual award, if you win the first place, there will be a reward of 10,000 yuan." ”

"Okay, whatever you want, I'm just talking." Chen Yifan waved his hand impatiently, as if he didn't want to talk any more.

Zhao Ya looked at the other party's contemptuous eyes, just smiled faintly, and didn't pay attention to it.

is angry with such a child, it seems that she is not up to the level.

The team's dinner ended in a not-so-pleasant atmosphere.

The next morning, everyone rushed to the stadium by car, which started at half past eight and ended at half past eleven in the morning.

In the afternoon, the second session will be held from 1 to 4 o'clock, and the third session will be held from 5 to 8 o'clock.

Each session lasts for three hours, and each person is covered with 90 minutes, which is usually not enough time.

And such an intensive competition, in addition to the competition of chess strength, but also the competition of physical strength.

Three high-intensity confrontations a day, the elderly are really unbearable.

Of course, such a game does not require any effort for Zhao Ya at all.

In the first game, I met a young man in his twenties, and when he saw Zhao Ya's appearance, he seemed overjoyed, perhaps thinking that he had encountered a soft persimmon, but it was only more than forty moves, and because of a missed move, he didn't take into account the change of a big-headed ghost, and was directly killed by Zhao Ya.

Later, he struggled to support and wanted to recover his disadvantage, but Zhao Ya was not in a hurry, always giving him a glimmer of hope, and in the end, he lost by a gap of four.

Although he was unwilling, he still praised at the end, "The little sister is really good." ”

After lunch, in the second round of the game, Zhao Ya met an old amateur 6th duan, this chess player still has some impressions in the second life, when he was still a teenager in Chongduan, he was abused by this opponent for a game.

Obviously, the other party is very stable, and he did not despise Zhao Ya because she was a little girl, and in the process of the game, Zhao Ya's spiritual space changed slightly.

Compared with Gao Pengfei's previous change, it is much smaller, but it is also the second time that there is an change.

In fact, Zhao Ya has been thinking about the origin of this abnormal movement in the spiritual space, whether it is caused by the opponent's chess strength, or because the opponent has some communication with the second life, or both?

However, Zhao Ya can be sure that it must be face-to-face to have this kind of abnormal movement in the spiritual space, and no matter who you go with on the Internet, there will be no abnormal impact at all.

The set went on until the end, with only a few minutes left for both sides to decide the winner.

Of course, Zhao Ya could go faster, but that would be too presumptuous.

Winning this game of chess, Zhao Ya's spiritual space immediately had an extra spiritual map.

"It turns out that it can really accelerate the growth of the spiritual space in this way." Zhao Ya was happy in her heart, but there was no change on the surface.

"This girl is so powerful, she won even 6 dans."

"I know, this girl is from Rongcheng, and Jiang Bowen was killed in the qualifiers."

"It looks like I'm only eleven or twelve years old, and this level is basically stable for next year's fixed-stage competition."

The people watching the battle couldn't help but admire when they saw Zhao Ya win.

After resting for an hour, the third round of the game began, Zhao Ya met a young man who rushed to the section this time, and the other party did not take the opponent lightly, and Zhao Ya played a game of water mill chess with internal strength, and the two sides ended in the air, and Zhao Ya finally won with a half-eye advantage.

Three consecutive wins on the first day are Zhao Yading's plan, if he wants to get the top six, in the first stage of the nine rounds, he must win at least seven sets, and it is seven consecutive wins, otherwise he will not be able to enter the top eight, and he will not be eligible to participate in the second stage of the quarterfinals.

At the end of the game, when Zhao Ya led the team Dong Tingjun to report the results, it happened that Chen Yifan was also there, he looked at Zhao Ya proudly and asked, "Little sister, how many games have you won?" ”

"How many sets did you win?" Zhao Ya smiled faintly and asked rhetorically.

"Of course I won them all, my goal was to finish in the top six, and I had to win them all on the first day."

At this time, Zhao Yajun also came down and glanced at Zhao Ya, with a hint of tiredness on his face.

"How is Mr. Zhao?" Dong Tingjun knew that his face was not very good, but he still asked.

"The opponents I met were a bit strong, so I won a set today." Zhao Yajun felt that his face was gloomy, he still had too little experience in this kind of game, and the level of the opponent was much higher than him.

"Xiaoya, how are you?" Zhao Yajun looked at Zhao Ya, he was now focusing on his genius niece, as long as she had good grades, he would be fine even if he lost.

"I was lucky to win all three sets today." Zhao Ya smiled faintly and deliberately glanced at Chen Yifan opposite.

Hearing Zhao Ya say this, Chen Yifan's face really changed slightly, but he snorted lightly and said, "Count your luck, tomorrow's game will not be so easy." ”

"Luck is also a kind of strength, I hope you can have my kind of luck tomorrow." Zhao Ya said-for-tat.

For this arrogant Chen Yifan, Zhao Ya didn't want to be like him, but he seemed to be kicking his nose in the face, and Zhao Ya wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Hehe, mine is hard power, not your kind of luck." Chen Yifan shook his head and said, "If you don't believe it, let's make a bet." ”

"What are you going to bet on?" Zhao Ya was not stunned at all.

"Just bet on which of us will have a high personal ranking this time." Chen Yifan glared at Zhao Ya, "Do you dare?" ”

"No problem, what's the stake?" Zhao Ya smiled slightly.

"Just bet a thousand dollars."

"It's too little, let's bet 10,000 yuan." Zhao Ya's words made everyone present stunned.