For Dongdong, Yang Zheng has a deep memory.

She was the first student in her chess club, and if he remembered correctly, Dongdong's family background was not too good.

Because her father would ride that creaking old bike to take her to and from school every day. Her father also seems to be a person who is as out of place in the world as a chess nerd before. Obviously, he and Yang Zheng are about the same age, but he still uses the antique old mobile phone that can only access the Internet on 2G, and he doesn't even know how to unlock the shared bicycles that are now all over the streets and alleys.

But such a man who is out of place in life and a little humble has taught Dongdong such a chess genius.

Indeed, Dongdong is a chess genius.

Yang Zheng has seen Dongdong play chess, although Dongdong's chess is rough in the eyes of these old oilers, and it cannot be carefully scrutinized.

But she already vaguely has the chess style of a "small family", the chess path of a "famous master", and the chess bones of "everyone".

Especially when she is playing chess, she always has a sense of oppression from the top to the children who are about the same age on the other side.

Most of her moves are also mostly clean.

Dongdong, as the most powerful chess player in this group of young students, does not feel proud and complacent because her chess strength crushes her peers, but she is still working hard.

Yang Zheng observed Dongdong for an afternoon.

In the free-spirited teaching environment of chess nerds, this little girl is quite self-disciplined, and even during recess, she asks chess nerds questions about chess games.

Her self-discipline is also the same as her father's, which is somewhat out of place in this world.

But her self-discipline made Yang Zheng feel that this girl's future chess path is bound to surpass many famous players and step into everyone's realm.

At the end of school, Yang Zheng watched Dongdong happily sit on the back seat of his father's dilapidated bicycle, he had a lot to ask, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

The moment he turned his head, he saw a flat-looking chess nerd standing behind him.

Since he saw Pengfei's ambitions, he hadn't spoken to the chess nerd for more than half a month.

He vaguely felt that the moment he stepped into the Huajia Chess Club to become an assistant coach, he himself seemed to have become a chess piece on the chessboard.

This strange feeling also made him deliberately keep his distance from the chess nerd. Now that he saw the chess nerd, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"What do you think?" The chess nerd didn't seem to feel that Yang Zheng was keeping a distance from her, and she asked Yang Zheng in the same tone as usual.

"I think she's a genius." Yang Zheng slowed down for a long time, and he silently responded to the question of the chess nerd.

"She's not a genius." The tone of the chess nerd slowly became angry.

"Huh?"

"She was actually very slow to learn chess, and she was almost the last student in her time to understand the rules of chess."

"And how did she pass the first and second rounds?" Yang Zheng was a little stunned. After all, before becoming a children's chess player, there are three rounds of testing, the first round of testing is about the first week of learning chess, and the second round of testing is generally in the first month of learning chess.

"Because, diligence can make up for clumsiness." The tone of the chess nerd slowly returned to normal, and after she said these seven words flatly, she stared at Yang Zheng and asked, "Do you think the cold family can produce a noble son?" ”

The jumping thinking of chess nerds caught Yang Zheng off guard again.

The noble son from a poor family is an inspirational saying that has been circulated in China for a long time. It refers to the meaning that poor people often produce noble figures.

This proverb is the same as the children of poor families who are in charge of the family early, so that countless children who are not born well are full of hope for their future.

Yang Zheng wanted to answer yes, but he suddenly remembered that now more and more people on the Internet are saying that it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family, and they are also citing various examples around them to criticize the unfair distribution of social resources.

In their words, the rich will always get richer, and the poor will get poorer.

It's as if there is no fairness in this world.

But what they said can be regarded as reality, because a child born with resources does have a brighter future than a child born with nothing in a poor family.

However, although Yang Zheng agreed with their remarks, Yang Zheng still said the word "can" in the end.

The chess nerd was quite surprised, she stared at Yang Zheng after saying the word "can", the gradually resolute eyes, she subconsciously asked again: "Why?" You will believe that the poor family will produce a noble son. ”

"Because as you said, diligence can make up for it." Yang Zheng looked back at the father and daughter who had disappeared, and he inadvertently raised his head and looked at the sky: "What do you think is your son?" ”

"Do you have to be like what is said on the Internet, only those who make a lot of money are considered noble in the eyes of others? If this is the case, then there must be more than half of the world's unprofitable occupations? In my eyes, the word noble son and noble son is worthy of the sky, worthy of the earth, worthy of the parents who have raised him for many years, and a person who is worthy of his heart in front of him. ”

"This kind of talent is a noble son in the eyes of the country, society, and even parents!" Yang Zheng shook his head unnaturally, and in his eyes, there seemed to be a little more embarrassment.

The chess nerd looked at Yang Zheng's back, which was incompatible with the mainstream of the world, and she finally smiled.

"I see, then what do you think of the noble son in the chess world?"

"Probably... It's just the chess players who don't admit defeat and continue to surpass the current chess strength, right? Yang Zheng remembered the game that Mr. Ma played with him that day, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"What's more, there shouldn't be any nobles, grandmasters, and professional chess players on the chessboard. Because in the chess world, everyone is born equal, and diligence can make up for it! ”

The chess nerd listened to the words that came out of Yang Zheng's mouth, which could make countless masters of the older generation embarrassed, and she smiled even more happily.

Because, it seems that she can finally make a move on her chessboard that no one dares to catch.

Behind the chess nerd and Yang Zheng, stood Wang Qi, who appeared at some point.

She listened to the conversation between Yang Zheng and the chess nerd throughout the whole process, and on her face, she was half more melancholy.

"It seems that there are still chess nerds in the Chess Association playing an unprecedented big game." Wang Qi said this sentence slowly, and as this sentence fell, she looked at the back of the chess nerd with more admiration from her heart.

After all, this woman has been missing nothing from the moment Yang Zheng became a teaching assistant.