For a real man, it is shameful to be poor and stupid, and it is shameful to know that he knows his unsatisfactory status quo, but he has no ambition to change the status quo.

Mr. Ma's little nephew is ambitious.

Don't look at his young age, but he is born with an extraordinary temperament in his bones.

In school, he never lived as a poor student, although everyone knew that his family was so poor that he always wore old clothes that no one else wanted. But he would wash up and go to school every day to participate in school activities, even when he picked up empty bottles on the floor after school to exchange money for the family, his face still did not appear even once, in the eyes of others, he should have the kind of inferiority complex that he should have.

He's passionate, he's humorous, and he's never lacking in confidence.

In the eyes of everyone who knew him and heard him, his thin body was like a steel plate, and it would not be knocked down by anything.

When his uncle, Mr. Ma, first learned of a poor relative like him, he was compassionate. He wanted to use the money to improve the life of his little nephew's family, but when this little man looked at the "living expenses" that Mr. Ma stretched out, which was enough for their family to live without food and clothing for a while, he finally refused.

Poverty can change, he said.

But after taking the money, it becomes difficult for him to want to change.

When Mr. Ma heard these words, he was shocked, because he didn't believe that such philosophical words came from the mouth of a teenager.

But he looked at this young man's determined eyes, and he inexplicably felt that this young man would definitely be a great big man in the future.

So, he brought his little nephew into the Huajia Chess Club and began to teach him to play chess.

The little nephew is indeed very competitive, and it only takes half a year to participate in the exam of a professional chess player.

But after all, because he is too young, both experience and talent are too different from real geniuses. In addition, Mr. Ma's chess path "backhand chess" is already eating game experience and strong computing power. Although he has no shortage of life experience in his teens, he is extremely inexperienced in fighting masters.

He also wants to accumulate these experiences, but life is already cruel to him, so will he stay for a moment for his past misfortunes? The burden of life, the pressure of school, and the fact that he has always been incompatible.

It was probably a miracle that he made it to the second round.

But a man is still a man, and no matter his age, he still believes in his future.

It was his third game and the third that would decide his chess fate.

Heaven is still very cruel to him, because his opponent in this game is Li Tiandao, who is known as one of the favorites to win the championship.

This pride of the sky is a powerful chess player who is known as the Shangjing Shuangxiong along with the last champion Little Alien.

He is good at using horses and cannons, and he is also the most powerful young chess player in the Shangjing Chess Academy.

He also lived up to expectations, winning all the games in these two days, and he was like the brightest star in the sky, attracting all eyes as soon as he appeared.

The little fat man obviously knew Li Tiandao's chess strength, and he looked at Mr. Ma's little nephew's opponent in the next game was actually him, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He suddenly felt a little more guilty in his heart, if he had known that Mr. Ma's little nephew's opponent in the next game was Li Tiandao, then he should or must lose to Mr. Ma's little nephew in the last game.

However, there are so many ifs in this world.

Mr. Ma's little nephew is not a little fool, he looked at the eyes gathered around him, and he probably guessed the extraordinaryness of his opponent.

He carefully looked at his opponent, the young man named Li Tiandao, who was taller than himself, stronger than himself, and better looking than himself, and even the clothes on his body were much brighter than the washed and white school uniform he was wearing now.

He didn't seem to be as good as his opponent, but he also seemed to have something that could outperform the other side, at least his hands were much rougher and darker than the young man on the other side.

He couldn't help but look at the Kuroko in front of him, who represented the back hand, and he couldn't help but smile.

Because this little man felt that his rough and swarthy little hands and the round black chess pieces in front of him were as perfect as the best gift from God, and they were as unpickable.

Since the heavens have "favored" him, why should he be afraid of the opponents in front of him? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and put it on his face, those rough little hands that did not match his age, and his only delicate skin was painful.

He seemed to have forgotten the fact of his previous losing streak in pain, and he also seemed to see the light he had been waiting for in his little dark hands.

He slowly lowered his hand and sat up, his face no longer sad or joyful, just a chessboard in front of him that was fictionalized by the computer screen.

The young man on the opposite side looked at him with a puzzled expression, picked up and put down his hand, and his afterglow slowly converged on the nameplate in front of the thin young man opposite, and his face showed an incredible expression.

This opponent, called Ma Fan, is only twelve years old this year.

Although his record is a second straight defeat, there is no fear in his eyes.

As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul.

This young chess player named Ma Fan, not only did his eyes not have the fear that Li Tiandao was accustomed to, but were full of confidence and perseverance that made Li Tiandao feel strange.

This also made Li Tiandao, who was a full five years older than Ma Fan, curious, curious about where the confidence and perseverance in the other side's eyes came from, and he couldn't help but look at Ma Fan again.

He stared at Ma Fan's washed white school uniform and the sneakers that had been sewn on his feet four or five times, and he was even more puzzled, because in the Shangjing Chess Academy where he was located, there were many chess students from poor families like Ma Fan, and most of these chess students had low self-esteem or frivolity.

Chess students from poor families have extremely high self-esteem, and there is no shortage of people who form gangs, and these chess students may have been in the big dye vat of society in advance, so they are often accustomed to relying on "foreign things".

What is a foreign object is nothing more than "interpersonal relationships", "human sophistication" or, more accurately, "slapping horses" and forming small groups.

And most of these chess students are not promising, even if they become professional chess players, their lives will not go far after all.

His mentor, Li Fuhua, who is also the leading chess grandmaster in China, once said: "People are divided into groups, things are gathered by like, and it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son." ”

He believed in his mentor very much, and all the experiences around him made him feel that what his mentor said about "it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family" is true.

But the things in Ma Fan's eyes were like fists after fists, constantly beating his previous cognition.

Can a poor family produce a noble son?

He looked at Ma Fan's two-game losing streak on his chest again, he sighed, and said inexplicably: "Can't!" ”