The desire for the object chess itself?

These words sounded inexplicable, but the three genius teenagers opposite fell into a short silence and confusion.

What is craving?

They seem to have long forgotten what it feels like to be longing.

After all, over the years, in order to create the first golden sign in the industry, the Southern Chess Club has paved one seemingly smooth road after another for the best students in the three chess clubs.

They have never lost, and they don't know what the essence of chess is, and they will not be afraid, and they will never refuse the sunny road paved for them by the chess club behind them. But why, they looked at the middle-aged man in front of them, they suddenly felt afraid, especially when they saw that the man's eyes were as black as two small wells, shining deeply with a ghostly light that they had never seen, they finally couldn't help but retreat.

"He... No matter how powerful he is, can he still fight three with one against three? The young man who defeated Erya was the first to break free from his fear, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to wake up the two equally helpless companions beside him.

Yes, perhaps, as this young man said, today's eighty-seven games of chess have already exhausted all the physical strength of the middle-aged man in front of them, and he is probably only relying on his willpower to fight now.

His ending, perhaps, as the boy said, not only will he not be able to get revenge, but he will also become a stepping stone on the sunny road of these three genius boys.

Craving? Does this kind of thing matter?

Just like the beliefs that men are now relying on, these things are not only a joke in the face of cruel reality, but also something that makes this group of teenagers feel shameful in middle school.

……

Yang Zheng no longer has a chance to general.

But this does not mean that Yang Zheng has no hope of turning the tables, and chess is not only a way to win.

He still has the rules that only professional players have, and he also has reforms from generation to generation as history changes.

Yang Zheng decided to win in the last two hands, with a change.

This time he decided to kill the most mobile horse on the opposite side first, to break the persistence and persistence on the face of the man opposite.

The man looked at this hand, and he also guessed Yang Zheng's intentions, and he did not hesitate, because there were only two hands left from the promise he said.

He had to fulfill his promises, just like his old self.

He changed his son, not caring at all about the long-term mobility he lost after losing his horse.

He finished exchanging horses with a cart and again became a general.

The general also followed the general, and only a son was left.

……

The sun had completely set, and the man's eyes were deeper and smaller, like two incense sticks trying to illuminate the night sky as day and night changed.

Pedestrians gathered more and more, but everyone was surprisingly silent.

The noisy driveway, which should have been full of traffic, was only dead silent at this time, except for the sound of wind, breathing, and falling children.

The man was slow to fall, and he seemed to be constantly calculating how to win against the three energetic young men opposite.

Perhaps the man put all his energy on the three small chessboards in front of him, but he didn't notice that behind him, there were actually incense heads lit up one after another.

The man played very seriously, which also meant that the chess strength of the three young men on the opposite side was not weak, and his eyes became brighter and brighter with the fall of one hand after another, and the two shiny wells seemed to want to suck in the chessboard engraved with the name of the Leng Shan child in front of him.

The three teenagers on the opposite side also seemed to feel unprecedented pressure as the man fell again and again.

They raised their heads in panic and lowered their heads again evasively.

They didn't dare to look directly at the man and the pair of eyes behind him.

Because the light in those eyes became more and more dazzling, and even gave them the illusion that they were facing stars that had not appeared in the night sky of the city for a long time.

"General." Although the man's face was tired and embarrassed when he shouted these two words.

But for the passers-by who watched around, these two words moved them like the most beautiful words in the world.

What is it that has sustained men until now?

Is it faith?

Almost all of them looked at these three games of chess, and the belief that they had never believed in had come to mind.

After all, belief sounds too thin.

It's so thin that no one has ever seen it, and it's so thin that no one wants to believe these two words.

"You... Gone wrong..."When everyone was surprised that the man had relied on something to support him until now, the man lowered his head again, pointed to a young man who had made a mistake all the way under his own momentum, and muttered to himself: "You are better at jumping horses." ”

The young man raised his head numbly and looked at the man in front of him.

There was also a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes.

The two wells, which were originally just dark in his eyes, suddenly emitted a light that he had never seen before, accompanied by the street lamps that had just been lit up on the street.

The light was longer than the stars, brighter than the fire, and milder than the street lamps in the streets.

If I have to describe it, it is like the sun, because only the sun will always radiate light, illuminating all the roads and paths in this world equally.

"I lost." The boy could have repented, but he didn't want to show his hated side in the sun.

He also seemed to have a faint desire in his heart when he said the three words I lost again.

That desire made him longing.

He is eager to experience more battles, to play chess with different opponents, to improve his chess skills, and to realize the hope that he doesn't know if it is a dream or not.

"General." The man shouted a second general.

He also tried to instruct the second boy on how to play this game of chess.

But not every teenager wants to see himself clearly in the sun.

Not every teenager is willing to give up the comfortable road and ask what his heart desires.

At the very least, most people are reluctant to give up their affluent lives and do stupid things that others think are fools.

In this game of chess, the second teenager persistently dragged on for a long time before losing the game.

He has no regrets, and even wants to laugh at the stupidity of men.

Because it was his stupid persistence that doomed him to not clear the final level of this challenge.

As for the last teenager, he took the initiative to admit defeat.

He was breezy and light, but he was also the smartest of the three teenagers, otherwise his last eyes would not have been as radiant as the sun.

Wu Tomorrow defeated the three teenagers, and he also looked at his final opponent in the cheers of the crowd.

The person in charge of the Southern Chess Club Challenge looked at Wu Mingming, who was so tenacious, and he didn't waste any time.

He cruelly didn't give Wu any time to rest tomorrow, and then, the door opened.

Wu Ming looked at his last opponent, his eyes changed from brilliant to lonely, and then he smiled firmly.

"Sure enough, it's you..."