"He's a fool, isn't he? He actually spoke for his apprentice's opponent. ”

"You know what? He's pretending to be high. Anyone can see that the little fat man is at the end of his rope, and if he doesn't jump out and say a few words of comfort, then he will miss this golden opportunity. ”

"It's just a clown jumping off the beam, we just need to record the ugliness of this little fat man's loss, and don't pay attention to this clown who is not even a professional chess player."

……

No one in the audience paid attention to Yang Zheng's words.

Even the little fat man's own uncle, Wang Yifan, looked at Yang Zheng with disdain.

They all subconsciously thought that Yang Zheng was cheap and behaved, and they all subconsciously thought that the reason why Yang Zheng did this was just to set up a person and pretend to be high. Anyway, the defeat of the little fat man is decided.

In their eyes, this world is probably just a world of wins and failures. What if the loser is good? Isn't their final outcome just a stepping stone to success.

At most, their names may appear a few times in the biographies of successful people written by later generations, highlighting the talent of successful people.

No one wants to remember the losers, and no one wants to shout for the losers.

Losers never deserve sympathy.

……

Yang Zheng accepted the words of the malicious speculation around him expressionlessly, and he did not flinch and looked directly at him with disdain.

He didn't care about that at all, and he wouldn't choose to back down specifically for that.

Why does he have to care about other people's words and other people's eyes?

Why does he have to live in a world that is considered by the public to be full of malice, and who will always be a king and a loser?

He was loyal to chess, to his man.

He also seemed to only care if the little fat man could understand his words, and held the chess pieces again.

In fact, when he walked on the stage and said these ridiculous words, Yang Zheng had no way out.

He was shocked that even if the little fat man knew that the next step was the end of the road, he still chose to continue to implement the new ten-step lore decision.

He probably likes the chess in front of him as much as he does, but unlike himself, his liking and trust in his family surpasses the chess in his hand, and even... and beyond his own self.

He has probably forgotten his love for chess and the reasons why he chose to play chess in the first place.

He's just a teenager.

"Go play the chess you've always loved." After Yang Zheng said this, he walked off the stage.

"Draw snakes." Peng Fei looked at the little fat man who suddenly stopped his hand, and he said this classic idiom.

It is true that Yang Zheng is painting snakes, and the little fat man is also painting snakes. He had already died on the chessboard because of the wrong choice he had just made.

Back? How can it be so simple?

Mistakes again and again are the wisest choice for him now.

After all, in this situation, the end of looking back is to admit that his skills are not as good as others, and admit that even if he tries his best, he can't win the yellow-haired girl opposite.

And he made mistakes again and again, but he was able to maintain his dignity as a professional chess player, and put all the faults on this new ten-step lore routine.

……

The little fat man originally did the same, but Yang Zheng's words woke him up again.

Do you like chess?

He asked himself repeatedly.

He... I guess I like chess, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have persevered for so many years, practicing day after day, year after year.

But since I like it, why haven't I felt a trace of happiness for so many years?

Since when did you lose the joy of playing chess?

The little fat man covered his head in pain, thinking back to the bits and pieces of these years.

He finally realized that when he began to calculate the outcome and learn the new 10 moves, he lost all the joy of chess.

Why is that?

Obviously, after calculating the victory and losing and learning the new ten moves, he has been winning.

But why can't I feel the joy of victory and the joy of chess itself?

He was a little confused and a little confused.

The confusion was even worse than when he lost in the Junior Cup.

Dongdong looked at the little fat man, and she remembered her former self.

She suddenly said: "The most attractive thing about chess is, in the final analysis, not that the strategy in the chess game is developed in two different minds according to different ideas? ”

"The collision of different ideas and the competition with different chess players is the joy of chess itself."

This sentence spread throughout the audience through the microphone in front of Dongdong, and also silenced Wang Yifan, who was standing behind the stage.

This passage was written by him.

Written more than 20 years ago, in that era when chess had not yet lost to artificial intelligence.

This passage also made Wang Yifan's name appear in professional chess newspapers and publications for the first time.

This sentence also became the lifelong belief of countless chess lovers back then.

This sentence has been ignored by many people nowadays and has become a joke.

But this sentence, coming out of Dongdong's mouth, has become a fact that no one can refute.

In today's era of artificial intelligence, countless professional chess players look down on chess enthusiasts with average chess skills, and they don't think there is any point in playing chess with these amateur chess players.

They prefer invincible artificial intelligence, because playing chess with them can quickly improve their chess strength.

Slowly, the vast majority of professional chess players lost the smile on their faces. Slowly, everyone's chess is becoming less and less enjoyable.

One lame routine after another began to collide, and one boring game after another began to be displayed in front of all chess lovers.

When all professional chess players specialize in the tricks of artificial intelligence for the sake of victory or defeat in their eyes, when all professional chess players set their goal to fight against artificial intelligence.

Is chess still chess?

It's still... Did he see it as a lifelong pursuit of chess?

Wang Yifan asked himself silently, he was so smart that he couldn't find any answers.

There is probably no one exact answer to this either.

Because, the main culprit that destroyed the prosperity of chess is artificial intelligence.

Yes, it is artificial intelligence that makes there too many collisions between professional chess players, and it is also because of the emergence of artificial intelligence that the status of chess will become lower and lower.

It's all to blame on the damn artificial intelligence, if it weren't for its rash appearance, he wouldn't have to spend more than ten years of energy and time researching this so-called new ten-step lore. Maybe his current chess strength should be worthy of the rank of chess grandmaster.

Yes, it's all the fault of AI.

The more Wang Yifan thought about it, the more he felt that all the faults were artificial intelligence, including the fault of his own nephew who lost to Dongdong, and it was also because of the emergence of artificial intelligence.

"Actually, the culprit that ruined the chess of your era was not artificial intelligence."

"It's yourselves."

Yang Zheng looked at the painful and crazy Wang Yifan, he said this sentence out of place, and he also looked at the counterattack of the little fat man on the screen after recognizing himself, and he said: "Chess players should not only see their own path on the chessboard, they should also see their future path outside the chessboard." ”

"Chess is like life, but life is not as good as chess!"