This coincidental victory also made Yang Zheng no longer despise artificial intelligence.

His victory may have changed a sense of Chinese chess in China in a short period of time, but he also understood that his victory would not have much impact on the development of Chinese chess in addition to its commercial value.

He stumbled to his feet, his face pale, and he had exhausted what little strength he had left.

His eyes were as resolute as a sword, and everywhere he looked, it was like a dazzling light, and no one dared to look directly.

Those who once despised him looked at his hunched back, but they seemed to see his straight back.

In this game of chess, Yang Zheng gained a lot.

This kind of gain is not only about chess strength, but also about the change in life.

In the past, he would also complain about others, thinking that the world was unfair to him.

He is also paranoid that as long as he sticks to his bottom line, his life will get better and better because of his persistence.

Although his life did take a slight turn for the better because of his persistence.

But he can also go further, throw away the inherent thinking, just like this game of chess, not only persistence, but on the basis of perseverance.

The real persistence is never to talk about the primary stage with your mouth, but to come out step by step.

Before this game, Yang Zheng spent too much time thinking about how to compromise.

He even found a way out for himself, he deliberately skipped breakfast and put on a spilling posture, although he wanted to put pressure on the organizers, but in fact he was just looking for an excuse for himself to lose.

When he was pointed at by the camera, he deliberately tested the old gentleman's chess robot every day, instead of showing the results of his late-night training every day.

He thought it was confusion, but now that he thinks about it, it seems to be another cowardice.

The big husband should stand up to the sky, win openly, and try his best to lose.

Yang Zheng looked at the banner above his head promoting the traditional culture of chess, and he turned away with a smile.

Dayong looked at Yang Zheng's dashing appearance, he forgot to ask Yang Zheng where he planned to go, and he also forgot to remind Yang Zheng that there was a game in the afternoon.

Although he knew that there should be other staff members to remind Yang Zheng.

But looking at the back of Yang Zheng leaving in a dashing manner, he inexplicably guessed in his heart that Yang Zheng would probably not appear in the afternoon game.

Yang Zheng was also as he expected, in the afternoon game, he chose to give up.

But no one will be surprised, because Yang Zheng, who has already won once, has no need to prove the truth in the competition.

As for the verbal bet, Yang Zheng naturally lost.

Although three days later, many teachers and students of the chess club kept Yang Zheng and did not let him leave, and even the chess nerds who had not appeared for a long time persuaded him to stay.

But Yang Zheng, who has seen through everything, will naturally not stay any longer.

Having lost his job and income, he looked at his few savings of 50,000 yuan.

He went back to a year ago in a trance, after all, he was as depressed a year ago as he is now.

But he is not the same as a year ago, at least after losing a lot of things, he still hasn't given up loving life.

The experience of this year made him know that life is an endless challenge, and he also knew that he would most likely continue to live as down-to-earth in the future.

Everything, just like his name, Zheng is the Zheng of iron bones.

He returned to Happiness Park again, and Happiness Park still had everything he knew.

Lao Zhang, Thin Monkey, Aji, Peng Fei, and those ordinary people who are not very good at chess but still love chess.

They watched Yang Zheng come back, and they also took the initiative to give up their positions.

Perhaps in their hearts, whether Yang Zheng has become a professional chess player, he is still as depressed as before.

He's still everyone's friend.

His chess has never changed, and he plays the chess of the laity.

……

Lao Zhou was very satisfied with Yang Zheng's choice, he knew that a chess player who wanted to reach the top would never be trapped in a "cage".

In his eyes, Yang Zheng has always been trapped in a "cage".

Although he is not the most talented young chess player that Lao Zhou has ever met, he is not a master of chess and social interaction.

But he is definitely the most suitable young man to play chess that he has ever met.

Perhaps at Lao Zhou's age, most people will have different opinions on the word chess.

Chess is a pastime, entertainment, a profession for many people, a traditional culture, and a kind of wisdom inheritance, which is also the most beautiful and intuitive first impression of chess for many people.

But in the eyes of old people like Lao Zhou, chess is life.

Indeed, chess is life, whether a person's life is either great or mediocre. will eventually usher in the ending of "the end of the song".

And when it comes to the end of the song, what culture is inherited, and what wisdom of the ancients seems to have become less important.

The only thing that may be important is the dialogue between each person and his or her own heart when he is dying.

Some people will ask themselves whether his life is worth it.

Some people will find that they have so many worries and remorse, they will worry about their children and families, regret the wasted past, and maybe pray for the gods to give him a few more days of life.

But there are still many more people, who are dying, looking at the pale ceiling, looking back on their lives, they know that no matter how much they pray, no matter how much they shout, they can't change the final outcome.

They occasionally feel that their lives are like a game of chess, and there will always be a moment when the general is generalized.

They may be afraid, they may be afraid, but most of them don't regret it, they don't regret that they were able to come to the world and walk through it.

Life is like chess, chess is like life.

As long as you do your best to shout the word general in your life, even if it is only once, you will have no regrets in life.

And Yang Zheng seems to have never regretted every move he made in his life, whether it was good or mediocre.

He enjoyed playing chess.

I also enjoy life and even every encounter in life, encounters, pain, sadness, helplessness, anger, regret and heartfelt smiles.

No matter how many setbacks life will give him, he will not complain anymore, but take every step seriously and down-to-earth.

In the end, I went to face the injustice and shouted out the general with all my might.

(End of volume)