The group is in the shadows, the sun is rising, and the chess pieces are falling.

The yellowed chessboard seemed to turn into a piece, a pinch, and a pinch of loess in front of Yang Zheng's eyes.

The overlord of Chu, who pulled out the mountains and rivers, is a hero, and in the end it is not the end of Wujiang's self-slaughter. The self-proclaimed Han Gaozu, even if he dominates the world, isn't it still no match for the years, and finally becomes a handful of loess?

It is not so much that chess is like life, but that life is like chess.

After all, the chessboard is changing rapidly, and the outcome is unpredictable, but the final outcome is also the same as this world, there are winners, losers, and mortals who do not win or lose.

It's just a pity that today, there should be no third game.

Because, the piercing bell sounded on the whole floor again, and this piercing bell made Yang Zheng wake up from a big dream and look at the whole classroom a little ridiculously.

The twenty or so children had long since disappeared when they were playing chess, and it seemed that the chess nerd, the teacher, and his new assistant, did not seem to have much deterrent effect on this group of playful children.

The rows of overlapping footprints of the children were blackened and messed up. The stained tiles seemed to grin at him.

Yang Zheng stood up a little embarrassed and looked for a mop in the classroom.

As he got up, the chess nerd also raised his head.

I have to say that the whole face of a chess nerd is more flavorful than the half of the side face that he just looked back.

Uncle Li once said that the age of a chess nerd is about thirty-three, which is the most mature and intellectual age of a woman. But she has a face that can't see the years. The eyebrows are curved, the eyes are big, the lips are delicate and slender, and they look like two willow leaves when they are tightly pursed.

She should not often intersect with people, and she should rarely put her eyes on the place outside the chessboard, otherwise why would she sit near the chessboard like that, and her whole temperament is cold and indifferent?

She calmly watched Yang Zheng lift the mop in the corner and mop the footprints on the ground clean. She also looked at Yang Zheng in surprise After mopping the ground, new footprints were born on the white tiles that were all water just now.

Her two lips pursed together, like a smile, but also like restraint.

On the other hand, Yang Zheng hurriedly wiped the floor over and over again, and finally suddenly patted the head of Mu Ne, who had just played chess.

He smiled at the chess nerd even more embarrassed, and he went to the bathroom in a panic with the mop, washed the mop, washed the soles of his shoes, and washed his haggard face.

He seriously mopped the floor in the classroom so that he couldn't find any fault, and then he was content to wait for the class bell to greet the group of playful students.

However, even if the bell rang on time, there were only two of them left in the entire chess room.

Yang Zheng looked at the chess nerd with some confusion.

The chess nerd didn't know when, so he withdrew his gaze, and then muttered about the chess path that seemed to never end.

Yang Zheng stood at the door like a piece of wood. He craned his neck and turned to stone again, but whether he turned into wood or stone, it seemed as if the long corridor would never change because of his change.

"Don't wait, we don't have students in our chess class." The chess nerd hung his head and said.

"Huh? No students in the chess class? That... Just those are? Yang Zheng was a little confused.

"That's the students in the Go class upstairs. Since the classroom door was not open, I sat down in our chess room. The chess nerd began to fiddle with the chess pieces again, and the chess pieces outside the chessboard slowly walked back to their original positions under her slender fingers.

"Then since there are no students, why are you still recruiting assistants?" Yang Zheng was a little puzzled.

"Because, I need an assistant to help me recruit students."

"What?"

"Didn't Uncle Li tell you? What is your job in charge of admissions in the chess room? The chess nerd looked at Yang Zheng with a strange expression.

Yang Zheng suddenly realized that he seemed to have been deceived by Uncle Li, who had clearly said that his job was just an assistant, usually responsible for managing student discipline, occasionally helping the chess room teacher to change students' homework, and being responsible for offline communication with the parents of students who were not doing well in class.

Recruit students? Uncle Li didn't say it at all.

Wait, Yang Zheng seemed to remember again, after Uncle Li communicated with his parents, he abruptly added a sentence, which was... If there are no disobedient students in the chess room, Yang Zheng himself has to find a few disobedient students!

At that time, he thought that Uncle Li was telling cold jokes, because Uncle Li, who was usually old, always liked to tell some cold jokes that he thought were very fashionable.

He never expected that Uncle Li didn't tell a cold joke this time, but was serious!

What should I do?

He doesn't seem to have any experience in recruiting students, and he doesn't know how to recruit students, let alone how to recruit students.

He was originally a person who didn't know how to talk nicely, and asking him to say beautiful things to coax students and children to learn chess was more uncomfortable for him than killing him.

However, he is also a little curious, according to the chess nerd's chess strength, there should be no shortage of students. Besides, the professional level of chess nerds is also very high. Under her tutelage, the chances of becoming a professional chess player in the future will not be too low.

But such a top chess player is still worried about students.

It's incredible!

The chess nerd also seemed to see his doubts and curiosity. She said a little indifferently that many people in modern times don't like to play chess.

It should be more accurate to say that there are quite a few people in modern times who look down on chess in their hearts at all.

Although with the increase in domestic chess competitions, the prize money has become higher. It is not a problem for top pros to earn hundreds of thousands, or even millions, a year.

But the life of the chess players at the bottom is still unsatisfactory.

In addition to part of their own reasons, more importantly, there are too many people with bad intentions and ulterior motives who deliberately tie chess, a competitive sport regardless of profession or age, to retired grandfathers on the street and "idlers" in the eyes of many people.

This kind of ulterior motives and irresponsible binding make chess, a sport that should be famous all over the world, imperceptibly bundle the two labels of aging and bottoming.

Otherwise, there would not be any sad and funny comments that the so-called chess is just an entertainment project for the poor at the bottom, and it is an entertainment pastime that cannot be elegant.

Sometimes, even Yang Zheng will fight for the current chess and many of the current chess masters.

Obviously, those chess masters can also become famous with the chess they love, but because of the prejudice of chess in the eyes of many people.

In the end, they can only live a miserable life.

Perhaps, they may hate that they were born at the wrong time, and they will also indifferently say chess at a transit station in the journey of life, which is just an after-dinner pastime.

But they should all have a beautiful, and simple dream of chess as an ordinary teenager.

He looked at the chess nerds who could say lightly that many people don't like chess in modern times.

It was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he didn't speak for a long time.