Today is the knockout round, best-of-three.

Yang Zheng came to the venue of the competition very early, he looked at the panting fat man, and took the initiative to come forward to say hello.

The fat man was lucky, there weren't many masters in his group, plus he had a certain amount of strength, so he easily advanced.

He also saw Yang Zheng and responded to him and took the initiative to greet him, but his face was full of sorrow.

As a management member of the company, he is also a "beneficiary" of the 996 mechanism, and the competition has taken him a lot of vacation in the past few days.

Regardless of whether he can advance today, he will most likely stop there.

This is also a careful consideration of the organizers, for them, professional chess players are actually a profession.

It can even be called the main profession, which also forces many chess enthusiasts to choose between life and hobbies.

Fat people choose life, which is also human nature.

As a professional elite and a father with children, he understands that bread is better than cake to fight hunger, but between the lines, he also complains about his dissatisfaction with the game system.

In fact, whether it is chess or Go, as a "niche sport" that has only recently attracted attention, its mechanism has always been very unscientific.

It's compact, it's sometimes perfunctory, and even for a long time, the winner of a big professional game had to be calculated by someone else's victory, and probably a few years ago, there was a professional game where you had to look at the third and fourth place wins to determine who the final winner was.

However, although the current chess competition mechanism is not scientific, I believe that in the future, with the increasing attention of chess, sooner or later, the mechanism of chess competition will be improved and the chess competition will become a national event.

Yang Zheng felt a little sorry, because he knew the strength of the fat man, and he also knew that the fat man really loved chess as much as himself. But he also understands the fat man, and he also vaguely feels that the fat man chooses this way, not only to let his family live a better life, but also to make his children not choose one or the other like him when they grow up.

Life is like that sometimes, you have to make choices.

But life is also fair, and the wealth accumulated in a down-to-earth manner, although it is not as much as those speculators who get rich overnight, can be passed on well, so that a family is full of hope for the future.

The fat man didn't care, but he comforted Yang Zheng and cheered Yang Zheng up, and even half-joked that if Yang Zheng became a chess master in the future, he would send his children to his door as a closed disciple.

Yang Zheng listened to the fat man's words, and his mood brightened a lot.

After exchanging cheers, the two were about to separate, when suddenly Yang Zheng saw a familiar figure.

He froze.

The man also saw Yang Zheng, and he waved his hand to say hello.

This person is Li Sansi, who was keen on "Shenlu Chess" before, his life is quite bumpy, although he has computing power beyond ordinary people, but his life is not comfortable for many reasons.

He seemed to have become much older than before, and now he said that he was forty years old, and that his unshaven beard, dark eyes, and messy hair made him look like a vagabond.

He still doesn't seem to be rich in his pockets, and the washed white clothes on his body are cheap at first glance.

"Could it be him?" Yang Zheng suddenly remembered Witta's words, Li Sansi did have the strength worthy of most professional chess players, and the more Yang Zheng thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was right.

But when he looked at Li Sansi's down-and-out appearance, his heart suddenly became very uncomfortable.

"Huai Cai is not met"? "Jiang Lang is exhausted"? Those two words echoed in his mind like a lingering nightmare.

Li Sansi was very happy when he saw Yang Zheng.

Although he and Yang Zheng have only fought once, when he was the most confused in his life, Yang Zheng pulled him twice in a row.

He was very grateful to Yang Zheng, and subconsciously classified him as his acquaintance and friend.

It's just that now he can't repay Yang Zheng's kindness.

He hasn't had an income for a long time since the last Pro Qualifier.

He also tried live streaming and teaching chess, but he was a man of few words. In addition, his live broadcast did not have any characteristics, and he was quickly eliminated by the wave of the Internet.

He later tried his hand at working as a porter and construction worker, but he couldn't bear it physically and ended up working odd jobs at convenience stores to make ends meet.

Just when he thought he had no hope for the future, the Muzi Cup quietly appeared, and he watched the match, and he felt that this was an opportunity tailored for him.

As long as he becomes a professional chess player, maybe his life will be different from before.

He was also very competitive, not only winning all the preliminary rounds, but also winning first place in the group group.

It seems that he is only one step away from being a professional chess player.

And today, when he went out, he not only looked through the calendar, but even he was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, and looked up his fortune today on the Internet.

Today is his lucky day, and white is also his lucky color.

That's why he dresses himself like this.

"I'm so lucky." Seeing Yang Zheng greet him with a smile on his face, he was in a better mood.

"I hope I don't meet him today."

Maybe God finally opened his eyes again, so that he and Yang Zheng were not in the same group.

He looked at his group, and he looked for familiar names.

He took this game very seriously, and he spent a lot of time doing a lot of homework, and he had a bad heart for the noteworthy masters in this game.

After searching for it several times, his mood is getting better and better.

Because he was in a group, there were no opponents he had memorized.

He walked into the arena and found his place, a smile on his lips.

The first opponent, who is not very old when he hears the name, is probably 17 or 18, should he let her give it a hand and make her full of hope for chess?

He seems to be like an emperor, who can decide the "life and death" of other group players in today's game at will.

He also believes that he will have this ability, after all, he has full confidence in his chess ability for so many years.

As long as he doesn't make huge mistakes, even if he is an ordinary second- or third-level chess player, he is not his opponent, and if he can play steadily, the first-level chess player will also have the strength to fight.

Minutes and seconds passed.

But his opponent never appeared.

Just as he was wondering, a young man with glasses and a laptop came over.

He saw that he was excited and followed him to say hello.

He sat in the player's seat and pointed the computer screen at Li Sansi.

"That's your opponent, Tian Tian."