Yue Jianping finally stepped onto the stage.

There was no panic on his face, and all that was revealed was strength.

In fact, he did not overcome his confusion about Sun Pojun's strength, but he had to show the brilliance of "self-confidence".

After all, he is a traditional Chinese man.

An authentic, well-educated Chinese teenager.

He knew that Sun Pojun's identity was special, and he inexplicably felt that as long as he stepped on the stage, he should have an extra "honor" called the country.

This honor can make the most vulnerable person learn to be strong in an instant, and it can also make the weakest teenager take the initiative to raise his chest.

He took a long breath and walked over to Black in his back hand, no longer with confusion in his eyes.

For Yue Jianping's initiative to choose Black, there are different lights in the eyes of chess players from all sides.

People who knew the chess strength of both sides felt that Yue Jianping's move was a bit rampant.

Knowing that his chess strength is inferior to that of the opponent, Black, who will die to choose the back hand, is completely cutting off his last hope.

There are also chess players who think they are smart and feel that Yue Jianping is advancing by retreating, retreating is demeanor, and advancing is hesitation. Even if the final outcome is disappointment, he can have the afterglow of failure.

However, Qian Xi knew that the reason why Yue Jianping chose Black was to cut off all the hesitations in his heart.

He is advancing by retreating, but what he retreats is confusion and what he advances is hope.

……

Sun Pojun was a little surprised, he didn't quite understand why Yue Jianping would choose Black so resolutely.

But time will not confuse him, he walked on the stage, and after hesitating for a moment, he calmly chose to take the lead.

Before the start of the race, he listened to the voices around him about his origins, his nationality, everything about him.

It's rare for him to stop being melancholy.

He calmly accepted the opinions around him, whether it was good or bad, and there was a little more determination in his eyes.

He couldn't help but start thanking Dongdong, if it weren't for the game of chess between Dongdong and Li Tiandao just now, he would definitely not be so calm now.

He seemed to understand what Qian Xi said to him, but he didn't understand why Qian Xi would help him like this.

After all, he represents a country that is unpleasant to the vast majority of Chinese people.

He was quiet, silent, listening to the bell for the start of the game.

Subsequently, he unexpectedly gave up the head cannon that he was best at, and instead walked out of the flying phase that he had always hated the most.

Qian Xi watched him walk out of Feixiang, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a smug smile.

……

Dongdong looked at the two people on the stage, and she suddenly felt very discordant.

These two people, she can be regarded as knowing the roots.

One is the creator of "beauty", while the other is the spokesperson of "powerful".

However, in this game, the creator of beauty suddenly changed his style. He began to abandon the beautiful layout he did best, and ugly grappled his opponents.

And the powerful spokesperson also tacitly gave up his best offense, and tried his best to defend like a turtle.

This came and went, and the whole game inexplicably became a little subtle.

Although both men seem to be fighting with all their might, the game ends in a very anxious end due to their change of style.

Li Tiandao saw the problem of the two at first sight, they seemed to be too obsessed with the outcome of this game, and forgot their original intention of playing chess.

Thinking of this, Li Tiandao couldn't help laughing.

The original intention, these two words that were originally far away, should not have been in today's game.

But because of Dongdong, he couldn't help but start chattering.

He couldn't tell what was the original intention of playing chess, and he couldn't remember what he was doing when he first played chess.

However, he felt that chess should not only look at the outcome of the game, but also the person who held the game may be more important than the simple victory.

He looked at Yue Jianping and Sun Pojun walking to the middle game, and he was still very anxious, and he inexplicably felt that there was an invisible shackle that was trapping him now.

He felt a little depressed, as if he felt that this invisible shackle seemed to lead him to a path that did not belong to him.

……

"It's weird. This island boy would blindly defend instead of playing the offensive chess he is best at. The old man in the audience who spoke quite philosophically, looking at this seemingly wonderful game, his tone was full of doubts.

"Not only the kid from the island country, but even the six-fingered kid on the stage gave up what he is best at, playing steadily, and blindly wanted to attack to end this game quickly."

"How strange!"

The old man seemed to be a loyal spectator, and he was able to clearly tell the chess style of the two players on the stage.

This also made Lao Zhou on the side inevitably pay more attention to the old man, he was silent for a moment, and said to the old man: "Listen to the old brother, do you think this change is not good?" I've often heard that every chess player who wants to reach the top of the game will try different styles in different games to make his chess path more comprehensive. ”

"That being said, I still think that this so-called change is actually fueling the seedlings."

"Oh? Why? Lao Zhou was also a little more interested, he looked at the two young players on the stage and said: "I think that these two young players on the stage have reached the level of first-class chess players, and now they have probably reached the bottleneck period. ”

The old man listened to Lao Zhou's words, and he shook his head to show that he didn't agree at all.

"The right way? Detour? Who defined it? Anyway, I think it's more suitable for them to take one path first and then try to take another path. ”

"Really?" Lao Zhou laughed, he didn't want to dwell on this question, he smiled and asked the old man a new question.

"Then brother, who do you think will win this game in the end?"

"Personally, I think the six-fingered kid should be able to win this fight."

"Why?" Lao Zhou asked with some curiosity.

"Because, I think this kid from the island country is pretending to be stupid."

"It seems like he was thinking from the beginning about how beautiful he should be and lose this fight."

The smile on Lao Zhou's face froze, he looked at this old man carefully, and after a while, he suddenly asked seriously: "Brother, where did you see it?" ”

"Me?" The old man thought for a while and said, "I probably saw it from the step after the flying phase, and the immortal pointed the way." ”

"After all, a professional chess player will not use the Immortal to guide the way to defend, let alone use the Immortal to guide the way after the flying phase starts!"