When Yang Zheng looked at the wooden "horse" chess piece pinched by the slender fingers of the chess nerd, something very ancient suddenly surged up in his chest, and he swallowed and spat unnaturally, and the sound of the spit swallowing into his throat was even louder than the pounding heartbeat after he saw the chess nerd's face.

It took him a long time to bring the piercing heartbeat back to its usual frequency, and his legs inadvertently entered the chess room as he calmed down.

The blackened snow, with his stiff steps, savagely barged into the spotless chess room covered with white-tiled floors.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that he had inadvertently left a crooked path in the chess room, and the black footprints with the lines on the soles of his shoes made his face even more embarrassed.

It turns out that snow doesn't have to be white either.

It turns out that roads are sometimes redundant.

He didn't dare to look directly at the face of the chess nerd, he sat down on the chair slowly, looked at the chessboard in front of him, and realized that he was sitting on the red side, and the chess pieces on this side had not been passive at all.

He glanced at the chess pieces on the opposite side again, and the chess pieces on the opposite side did not move at all, except for the lack of a knight.

This reminded him of what he had just said in the mouth of a chess nerd, and the whole person was buzzing.

How could she tell the unfathomable chess move without moving the chess pieces?

"Please."

The chess nerd didn't seem to care that he had soiled the chess room, and her voice was low again, as if with her request, the thirty-one chess pieces on the entire chessboard were full of murderous aura.

As the first cannon, Yang Zheng made a miracle to take this step.

With a snap, the horse in the hands of the chess nerd smashed on the chessboard powerfully, and the heavy collision sound pulled Yang Zheng's wandering soul back.

Yang Zheng also jumped a horse in a hurry, and the chess nerd also learned from him to set up a middle palace cannon. The cannon that was pinched by the chess nerd seemed to be more imposing than the cannon on Yang Zheng's side. This black cannon is very similar to the infinitely powerful, black and mushy Shenwu cannon in historical martial arts novels.

The black cannon chamber was filled with pitch-black shells, and the black muzzle didn't seem to be all the black soldiers on Yang Zheng's side, and its swarthy muzzle was even aimed at the old man with a dark face hidden in Qionglou Yuyu.

The old handsome, who was obviously chatting with the two attendants just now, seemed to be desperately shouting for help at Yang Zheng because of this black and slimy Shenwu cannon.

Yang Zheng's head buzzed again.

He hurriedly set up a soldier, and before he could recover his breath, the nerd's cannon came over.

This cannon was earth-shattering.

This cannon also seems to be in the hands of a chess nerd, becoming a pawn on her side who will only move forward and not retreat.

Kill, fight, fight, advance! These four Chinese characters that should not have been and would not have appeared together were fully attached to this black cannon, making this black cannon that broke into Yang Zheng's military camp alone as heroic as a hero who knew that he would never return!

Yang Zheng looked at this cannon, as if he understood why Uncle Li kept emphasizing that the chess nerd was a ruthless person.

A professional chess player who will never retreat in the face of anyone, and a professional chess player who is full of layers of killing in every move.

How can people not feel intimidated?

Yang Zheng had just picked up the taxi and wanted to withdraw to its original position, but he found that his hand was trembling without obeying the call.

He raised his eyebrows a little panicked and secretly glanced at the chess nerd, and I have to say that the feeling of looking at the chess nerd was diametrically opposite to the feeling of looking at Huanhuan.

If Huanhuan is strong and weak, then the face of the chess nerd is weak and strong.

This strength can also be called self-confidence, confidence in the outcome of this move.

This came from the confidence of others, and it made Yang Zheng full of cranky thoughts, and those faces that existed in the depths of his memory appeared in front of him one by one. Some of these faces are near, some are far away, and they are blurred. Some are born cowardly, but they can pick up a kitchen knife and live like a madman for the sake of their beloved. Some people look happy and don't care on the outside, but in fact, they insist on standing every day in order to keep their so-called promises. There are also people who know that they have no talent, but they are still working hard in the direction of their dreams, trying to use diligence to make up for the talent gap that they can't see.

These clear and blurry pictures made Yang Zheng feel a rare determination of a strong man. His hands didn't tremble anymore, and the old handsome man who was desperately asking for help seemed to be less important at this moment.

He lowered his head and laid down the taxi.

picked up the horse and smashed it on this seemingly unstoppable black cannon.

With a snap, Yang Zheng's chess move became as fast and ruthless as a chess nerd.

Now that you already know that the chess nerd plays better than herself, and you also know that the chess nerd is more talented than you and has a more ruthless style than yourself, do you have to compromise? Can't you resist with your head held high?

Do you and God know the ending of a story at the same time, and you have to compromise to follow the story?

Even if you know that you are just an ordinary mortal, a person who has come to the world to make up the numbers, can't your heart be higher than the sky? Only... Don't you even have the power to dream?

What's more, it's just a game of chess.

Yang Zheng's mind was chaotic and clear, and even the various feelings that had just gushed out were a little incomprehensible.

But his eyes were now full of the chessboard and the thirty pieces left on the field.

The chess nerd was a little surprised when he looked at Yang Zheng's life-fighting play. She raised her head and looked at Yang Zheng, who had no distractions, the chess pieces in her hand were like dancing, and every time she fell, there was a crackling sound.

And what greeted her, which didn't sound wonderful but looked like a perfect dance step, was Yang Zheng's unhesitating performance.

The game soon became full of corpses in the confrontation between the two rapid chess players, and the soldiers and carriage soldiers who had just died on the chessboard seemed to have risen from the ground, and said something incoherent in their voices.

"General."

This time is the seventh or eighth time that a chess nerd has said the word general, she looked at Yang Zheng with red eyes, and said very respectfully.

With this sound of generals, those revenants outside the chessboard looked at the chess game that had been frozen and stopped shouting, they stretched their necks to look at this ending, they should be a little sorry.

Yang Zheng looked at the old handsome man who knew that he had no way out, and leaned back on the chair as if he had collapsed.

The chess nerd is waiting, and then waiting for Yang Zheng to say that he lost.

But Yang Zheng didn't say that he had lost as the chess nerd expected, he sat for a long time, and finally used his two still trembling fingers to press his only remaining soldier and pushed forward with all his might.

Those swollen red eyes looked at this little soldier who could only move forward, and finally a little sour...