Yang Zheng walked out of the chess club, he looked up at the signboard of this chess club again, and he couldn't help laughing.

Because, the name of this chess club is: a chess club.

An old-fashioned and rotten name.

But such a name gave Yang Zheng an unprecedented touch.

"Looks like I'm really missing the word."

When Yang Zheng left, the chess club returned to its former quietness.

The old man sat at the chessboard and recalled the first and second games of Yang Zheng's game against him, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Today's young people are really good at one game, but fortunately, the old man will make a big sense, otherwise it will be difficult for me to play the third game of chess."

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the iron door was pushed open again.

He looked down the door and saw a young man in his early thirties with sunglasses walking in with a cane.

"Master, someone has come to play chess?" The young man's crutches hit the ground that was different from the cold it used to be, and he sniffled, and his words were full of surprise.

"Yes, a young man about your age has come to learn chess." The old man turned off the lamp and said.

"And how good is he?" The young man didn't seem to mind if the chess club was back to the gloom of the past, he took off his sunglasses and stared into the distance with a pair of godless eyes.

"His chess skills are higher than that of the old man." The old man leaned back in his chair and took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, and when he lit it, his eyes also looked at the dark roof, and then he said, "However, his chess is too unyielding." Not so good, not so good. ”

The old man used two not very good in a row to evaluate Yang Zheng's chess. Then, he lowered his head, looked at the young man opposite and said, "But, he's fine, he's fine." ”

The young man was intrigued by two contradictory words, and he muttered, "It's still fun to play chess with people!" ”

……

Dongdong came to school early the next day, and she was still 200 games away from Yang Zheng's task of winning 300 games of backgammon.

She apprehensively took out the chessboard and chess pieces and put them on the table, her eyes looking at the crowds of classmates around her.

However, her eyes have long since lost the envy she used to have.

"Playing chess?" Dongdong suddenly asked the classmates around her, and the whole noisy classroom seemed to be inexplicably quiet for a moment because of her loud voice.

"Down... Play chess? A chubby little fat man looked at the Go game on the table, and he was stunned.

"But... But... I don't know how to play Go. ”

"We only play backgammon." Dongdong pointed to the chessboard and whispered.

Since she lost to Lu Xiaoyu yesterday, she seems to have changed.

I became more confident, and I became more courageous.

After all, what could be more humiliating for her than losing in front of the whole school?

She held the white son generously, and after giving the first black to the little fat man, she was as calm as the chess nerd she regarded as an idol in the chess class.

After more than a dozen hands, Dongdong won the little fat man on the opposite side without any surprise.

She looked at the little fat man's look of disbelief after losing, and she said softly, "Then let's do it again?" ”

As this sentence fell, Dongdong seemed to finally understand Yang Zheng's good intentions, and also understood that he should be the protagonist in his life.

……

Yang Zheng did not tell his colleagues in the office about what happened to him when he went to play chess yesterday.

He sat at his desk, looking at the chess nerd and the chess teacher newly recruited by Wang Qi, he couldn't laugh or cry.

With the gradual increase in the popularity of chess, and with the popularity of that chess software, there are now more and more people who are willing to learn chess.

In the past few months, the proportion of adults learning chess is even more than that of children, in addition to Wang Fugui, the nerd Wang Qima, and Lao Li, the five real professional chess players, Yang Zheng sometimes has to go to a few lessons.

Over time, the number of chess teachers in the chess club is obviously insufficient.

Wang Qi didn't know what method to use, so he found several professional chess players to teach on his behalf, including Peng Fei, who Yang Zheng was most familiar with.

Peng Fei is now the youngest chess master in the domestic chess world, and the only chess player in this chess club who has experience in international competitions.

His arrival shocked both the chess nerd and Wang Fugui, and Peng Fei's well-behaved appearance at this time made all the teachers present feel good. Of course, this does not include Yang Zheng.

As a man who has witnessed Pengfei's ambitions, he knows very well what Pengfei wants, and he also looks forward to Pengfei's future changes in the chess world.

But he was reluctant to join Pengfei. Because he knows that careerists are often very affectionate, don't look at Pengfei is now known as the "Great Sage" and "the good old man in the chess world", but Yang Zheng still feels that these may be Pengfei's disguises.

Peng Fei greeted each teacher honestly, and when he saw Yang Zheng, the smile on his face became even brighter.

"I didn't expect Brother Yang Zheng to work in this chess club."

When Peng Fei greeted Yang Zheng so familiarly and called him brother affectionately, the chess nerd's face was slightly uncomfortable.

She inadvertently walked between Peng Fei and Yang Zheng, and her eyes that should have been calm revealed a warning at this time.

And Peng Fei looked at the chess nerd's eyes full of warning, he seemed to dodge in fear, but Yang Zheng knew that Peng Fei would not be afraid of anyone, even if the opposite was a chess nerd who was known as the most likely female grandmaster in the past thirty years.

But he dodged again, and why?

Yang Zheng looked at the two people with curious eyes, and the corners of his mouth also smiled.

"It's been a long time, Brother Pengfei."

Peng Fei looked at Yang Zheng, who took the initiative to respond to his greeting, he finally raised his head, and he also used his usual eyes to return the warning eyes of the chess nerd.

His eyes were full of provocation.

These two new stars, which are now called the "Big Dipper" in the chess world, finally collided at this moment.

From this moment on, the confrontation of the young generation of Chinese has completely kicked off.

As the initiator, Wang Qi looked at these two chess masters who did not deal with each other, and she smiled silently in her heart, because in the past twenty years, the endgame carefully arranged by the seven major factions finally opened the final layout from the moment Yang Zheng, an insignificant soldier, entered the battlefield.

Heaven and earth are plates, and all people are sons, who can have the last laugh?

A hundred years of layout, twenty years of intrigue, who can call a general?

She was looking forward to the outcome of this game of chess, and although she knew that she was only a chess piece, she would rather be a chess piece in her life.