A late-night rain fell, and not far from the school gate of Yunjing Middle School, in a ramen cart shop, Cang Yuqiao finally waited for his three old friends.

"It's a rare opportunity for us to get together again." An amiable old man raised his glass.

"You guys are really good at playing, my usual drinking places are in Matsuya or Heiqing Restaurant, I took time out of my busy schedule to get together with you, and you invited me to eat ramen?"

"Saito Kudan, don't say that, the ramen shop at the school gate is youthful."

Cang Yuqiao listened to the conversation of the three old friends and was full of emotion.

Cangyuqiao is actually in his 40s, and the ages of these three old guys are 66 years old, 60 years old, and 56 years old.

And the names of these three old guys are even louder.

66 years old, Saito arithmetic, professional nine-dan, won one of the three major titles of the dragon seat many times, enjoys high honors, has not retired to this day, is a chic man like the wind.

60 years old, Naoita Kuranosuke, professional eighth-dan, has also won many cup championships, he was the runner-up in the recent HNK rapid chess competition, and he is also a celebrity who will have a lot of guests to eat when he goes out, and is now in a semi-retired state.

56 years old, Lin Yingweijue, amateur 7 dan, this is the top rank in the amateur, he has swept the industry for a period of time various amateur events, but now he has also retired, in an old business district in Suginami District to open a Go room, but also teach children to play chess, living a life of seclusion.

Compared to their experience, Cang Yuqiao felt like a younger brother, and he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

But because they are from the same school, they are indeed friends with each other, and they are quite good.

"Cangyu, what happened to the white dream sound feather who has always been regarded as the pearl of your palm?" Saito asked, with the strength of his wine.

"As usual, I'm confident that if she plays at her level, she will be able to excel." Cang Yuqiao said.

Kuranosuke Naoita held Sven's glasses, poured himself a glass of sake with the lowest intensity, and asked, "Saito, haven't you never cared about any high school chess player, you said that once a person is over 12 years old, there is no value in training, meaning except for female high school students?" ”

Saito let out an old-fashioned sneer: "Bai Mengyin will be admitted to Tokyo University in the future, an amateur chess player like this who can go to a prestigious school, but he has always been the focus of the chess academy, a professional chess player is a person who performs on the stage, and an amateur chess player with spare money is the audience who buys a ticket to enter the venue, you say, which is more important?" ”

Kuranosuke Naoita laughed twice after hearing this: "It's reasonable, it's true, for people like us who really rely on chess competition, it is natural that the fewer strong opponents who are proficient in Go, the fewer, and the more people who know Go and are not proficient, the better." ”

Listening to the two bigwigs talking and laughing, Cangyu Bridge didn't dare to squeak.

Kuranosuke Naoita continued: "But then again, the young man has been really good lately, he plays chess quickly and ruthlessly, and that's how I was defeated by the bamboo knife forging, he is a very promising chess player, I really hope that he can take the title of Imperial Castle in the future and continue our chess luck." ”

"Chess luck, does this thing really exist?" Cang Yuqiao interjected.

As a result, the other three did not respond.

As if he asked a nonsense question.

What do you mean, it means that as soon as I opened my mouth, I immediately became cold?

"If you want to talk about young people, I also have some experience, and recently I planted a handful in the hands of a young man." Saito said.

"Haven't you been playing lately?" Naosaka asked.

"It's not a competition, it's my unpublished set of questions, which was made by a high school student." Saito recalls the incident of black and blue cuisine.

He often goes to this store and has a good relationship with the employees, so he simply deposited a set of unpublished topics here, so that they can engage in activities and make things difficult for passers-by.

But I didn't expect it to be answered by his group of high school students who were dark every day, and it took a short time.

"In terms of high school students, I recently met a very interesting high school student, and even Harushima is very interested in him, and I take the time to play chess with him, and I look forward to him coming to the Go room every day." Store manager Lin Ying, who had not spoken, spoke, and turned around a small glass of wine in his hand.

"Even Princess Qingdao is interested, then I really want to see it, in my impression, Princess Qingdao is the type who will not be interested in love until the age of twenty-nine." Saito said.

"Twenty-nine, is there anything special about this particular age?" Cang Yuqiao seized the opportunity to speak and asked, can't you be cold now?

As a result, the field was still cold.

"Once a woman is thirty years old and she is not married, she will have an anxious tendency and become hungry, so it should be very powerful to make the man who is now only 15 years old Harushima take the initiative, right?" Saito lit a cigarette and explained slowly.

"I didn't say that Harishima was tempted...... Well, although her series of behaviors are really confusing and anxious. Store manager Lin Ying thought about it, but stopped, as an elderly person, he really didn't understand the various tiredness of Qingdao deer.

"Guys, I actually met a very special high school student recently!" Cang Yuqiao finally seized the opportunity to participate in the topic, if he continued to be so cold, he felt that he was going to become the marginal figure in the classmates going out to dinner.

"Oh, so what did he do?" Saito asked.

"The progress has been very fast, from only mastering the basics two weeks ago to now being able to beat me first."

"That's it?"

"This ......"

What do you mean?

Does that mean winning me is not news?

Well, Cang Yu Qiao also admitted that his description was pale, and that the man's magic stick was interesting.

While eating noodles, Naoban said, "Although I haven't met any mysterious high school students recently, I seem to have found a problem when I heard the description of the three of you. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Don't you think that this high school student in your mouth is the same person?" Naosaka asks from the perspective of a bystander.

The three of them looked at each other.

There really seems to be something in common.

"Why don't you three say the name of this high school student at the same time and see if you can match it?" Naosaka proposed.

"Yes, I just so know his name." Mr. Saito said he also learned the name from the manager.

"One, two, three, Ke Zhiguang."

The three of them spoke in unison, and closed perfectly.

After staring at each other in amazement, there was laughter, and time seemed to be reversed several years, and several old guys became young men.

Suddenly, through the thin rain curtain, a grim smiling voice floated in from outside the warm curtain: "Saito-senpai, long time no see." ”

Cang Yuqiao's chopsticks pestle, as if numbed by the sound.

Saito also frowned, got up and left the table: "I'm sorry, old friends, in fact, I made an appointment with someone else tonight, it's a matter of work." ”

"Who, that man?" Cang Yuqiao asked subconsciously.

"The little man who doesn't matter, it's a swamp-like guy, you'd better not know him, or you'll be out of luck."

Cang Yuqiao was stunned.

Swamp.....

Kojimitsu asked him if he knew of a chess player nicknamed the Lord of the Swamp.

Could it be this person?

Cang Yuqiao poked his head out of the warm curtain and saw the other party.

The man stood under a street lamp across the street, exuding an unsettling aura, not tall, wearing traditional geta, a green yukata, and an old-fashioned top hat, like someone who had stepped out of the Taisho era.

But his hairstyle was quite ahead of his time, parting in front of his forehead like kelp.

A dark and damp aura emanated from him, and even the rain did not want to float on him.

Lord of the Swamp, this nickname does compound him.