The words of the chess nerd made Yang Zheng a little confused.

But he still heard that there is a difference between a poor family and a wealthy family in chess.

Hanmen are like Wang Qi and Lao Ma, although they are not bad at chess, but without a teacher and the accumulation of a large number of resources, they may always be stuck in the embarrassing rank of first-class chess players in their lives.

On the other hand, Peng Fei, chess nerds and others who were born in wealthy families, they have been cultivated by their parents and teachers since they were children, and they have been smooth sailing in the chess world, and they have become high-ranking chess masters in a very short time.

Can't get out of the poor family? Yang Zheng couldn't help but smile.

He looked at the busy street ahead of him, at the crowd of passers-by on the street.

He thinks that whether children born in poor families or wealthy families, as long as they have a positive and upright heart, then they will be the noble sons of their parents, society, and even the country.

Perhaps they are engaged in different professions and have different experiences. But they are indispensable if they want to keep their families, their countries, and the world running.

After all, people are the most valuable wealth in this world.

The task of tutoring Dongdong's third round of assessment was handed over to Yang Zheng by the chess nerd.

Yang Zheng was a little surprised, but he still took it happily.

Late at night, he flipped through a few chess books sent by Lao Zhou, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to make Dongdong easily pass the assessment of the third round of chess test.

Generally, the young chess players who can go to the third round of the assessment after learning chess for a year are mostly "children of wealthy families" in the mouth of chess nerds, and they may be young now and their chess path is not clear enough. But they basically have one or two small killer moves that their peers don't have.

Take the little fat man who ranked first in Wang Qi's class as an example, his parents can study the "simple hand chess" for more than ten years, and they are also determined to make chess simple, popular, and procedural. Children raised in this kind of family are even cleaner than Dongdong when they play chess. In particular, the ten-move killing chess, which was simplified and improved by his parents, has also become a nightmare for his peers in the hands of the little fat man.

The ten moves of killing chess were turned into nine moves and eight moves by the little fat man's parents. Don't underestimate the gap between these two moves, most of the teachers in the chess club are academics now, and they often don't pay attention to this kind of chess that has become the easiest ten-step killing. This lack of attention will also cause their students to suffer greatly in their attitude towards chess.

Little Fat Man and Dongdong have played a lot of chess, of course, Little Fat Man has the new ten-move killing chess improved by his parents as a bonus, so he naturally wins more and loses less.

However, it is precisely because the little fat man has no opponent among his peers in the chess club with this new ten-move kill, and he is slowly getting used to and relying on this new ten-move kill.

But as long as chess players rely on or get used to a certain chess routine, then their future and even their lives are basically fixed by the routine.

Yang Zheng had kindly persuaded Wang Qi and the little fat man's parents before, asking them to help the little fat man change his chess path, but as adults, they seem to be so realistic that they can only see the present, but not the future.

When the new 10-move chess is full of temptations that can make their students and children quickly become professional chess players, in their eyes, the future of the child is not important.

The little fat man doesn't know what the future is, but he knows that in the world of chess, only winners have a future. Therefore, during this time, his parents found Wang Qi, and the four of them were still studying together whether they could make his parents' new ten moves more lethal and hidden.

Dongdong, but not as lucky as the little fat man.

As a student in an ordinary class, it is an incredible thing to be able to participate in the third round of the test, and although she usually plays chess more steadily and more stally than her peers, the word "stable" has also become her biggest shortcoming in chess.

Her chess is too upright. Geng until she took the first step, and experienced opponents could guess her second move.

This is also the problem that makes Yang Zheng feel the most headache.

After all, in the sport of chess, the chess style can be cultivated and the chess game can be memorized, but the personality of the person who plays chess cannot be changed.

She may be like him, always with a lot of stubbornness in her heart that others don't understand.

Early the next morning, Yang Zheng came to school early.

He called out to Dongdong, who was about to be late, and he looked at her and the young father who was about the same age as himself, and he mustered up the courage to say that he would be tutoring Dongdong in the third round of chess during this time.

Dongdong's father still remembered Yang Zheng, he still thought that Yang Zheng was a professional chess player like the chess nerd and Wang Fugui who enrolled that day, he was a little surprised and a little happy, but when he came back to his senses, he was a little overwhelmed.

He hurriedly asked Huanhuan to go to class first, and then he pushed his outdated and dilapidated bicycle, lowered his head and whispered to Yang Zheng how much it cost to tutor one-on-one tutoring.

When Yang Zheng looked at this peer's face black and red, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"No money." Yang Zheng replied in a low voice.

But unexpectedly, his words made the man's face turn white again.

"I... I have money. The man's thick hand tightly grasped the handlebar of the bicycle, he suddenly straightened his chest, his eyes were on Dongdong, who was getting farther and farther away from him, and he said in a low voice: "It's okay, you just say how much, right?" I... I have money. ”

Yang Zheng stared at this father, as if he finally understood why Dongdong's chess was more upright than him.

Yang Zheng also lowered his head, he looked at the dense cracks on the ground after the cement bricks were broken, and said slowly: "I really don't need money, because Huanhuan usually works hard and works hard in class, so the chess room teacher decided to let me help her tutor." ”

"Hmm... She worked really hard and worked hard! You don't know that every day after she finishes her school and writes her homework, she plays chess against the game and herself for three hours. When the man heard Yang Zheng praising his daughter, his face finally turned a proud red.

"She really likes to play chess, too!"

As Huanhuan's father's words fell, his figure that was originally incompatible with this rapidly developing world, with this brand-new street, and with these new shiny shared bicycles densely placed on the blind road, suddenly became the main theme in a sense.

The more Huanhuan's father spoke, the more excited he became, he trembled and touched his oil-stained pocket, and he slowly took out a pack of unopened cigarettes from his pocket, although this pack of cigarettes was less than ten yuan, but it looked extremely heavy in his big hand.

He carefully tore open the cover on the cigarette package, and carefully took out a cigarette, and then stuffed the cigarette into Yang Zheng's hand with all his might.

When Yang Zheng subconsciously took the cigarette and inadvertently raised his head, he accidentally saw something in this man's eyes.

Gratitude, guilt, sadness, laughter, and of course, the expectations of every father for his children.