Yang Zheng's favorite thing to do when he was studying was multiple-choice questions, because multiple-choice questions are not like other question types, even if he can't, there is a probability that he will be correct.

But when he grew up, he found that the multiple-choice questions of adults were not like when he was in school, as long as he made a wrong step, what was waiting for him might be an answer sheet with a score of 0.

Now facing the multiple-choice question thrown by Uncle Wang, Yang Zheng also fell into deep thought.

Uncle Wang saw that Yang Zheng didn't make a move for a long time, and he was not in a hurry, but stared at the chessboard and calculated what his next move should be.

To be honest, Uncle Wang's game of chess can be regarded as an extraordinary performance, and he also knows that if he plays another game, he is eighty percent inferior to Yang Zheng, a young man.

So except for the tentative hand at the beginning, every other hand he made was thoughtful.

He is also as Yang Zheng believes, an authentic classical chess player. Although classical chess players are not the mainstream in today's chess world, every classical chess player is slowly accumulated step by step against the wind. This also leads to their layout not only having solid basic skills, but also the dark chess inside are linked one by one, which makes people unguardable.

In the eyes of Uncle Wang at this time, Yang Zheng's game-breaking method of chess has no better way to play except for using the car to grab the cannon to disrupt his heavy artillery general's calculations.

What if you can discard a cannon?

Cutting the bottom of the car yourself is the real killer move.

Yang Zheng was also just as Uncle Wang thought, the car slasher slowed down, and in the face of Uncle Wang's car slasher, he had no other way than to "retreat".

Uncle Wang naturally didn't give him a chance to breathe, and when he got in the car and then took the general, Yang Zheng had no other way but to retreat.

However, Uncle Wang did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but marched into the army to catch the car.

After this hand, there are more and more people who think that Uncle Wang can have the last laugh.

But after Yang Zheng looked at his car being arched, his eyes did not show any panic, but showed a natural expression.

Uncle Wang grasped the matter in Yang Zheng's eyes in great detail, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

Yang Zheng's chess strength is very clear to him, it is far better than his own, but from the beginning, Yang Zheng's every hand seems to be inferior to himself.

Especially the easy cannon at the beginning, it is not like a master who can defeat artificial intelligence twice can get out.

Wait a minute... Handy cannon?

Uncle Wang carefully looked at the chess game again, and for a while he seemed to have discovered something.

Before Uncle Wang could think about it, Yang Zheng held the "handy cannon" that exchanged Chinese soldiers, and took a step to level the artillery to fight the soldiers.

After this hand, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Uncle Wang's mouth.

He originally thought that it was his extraordinary performance that he had taken the advantage on the chess surface, but he didn't expect that Yang Zheng only let him have an advantage just to lay out this easy cannon!

After this move, Uncle Wang's chess face turned around, from an absolute advantage to a disadvantage.

Because this cannon is so critical, he can be killed by heavy artillery down, and the old man has no way to deal with it except to dodge.

However, as long as Yang Zheng takes one step further, he can pawn generals, and if he takes a step to the right, he can also be a horse general.

This serial routine is the killer move that Yang Zheng has been preparing since the beginning!

The reason why he didn't find the easy cannon was because of the hand he had tested before, Yang Zheng's attitude was very vague, and it seemed that he wanted to set off the cannon and hit the car, which made him ignore the cannon. The second is because his layout is so smooth, so smooth that he forgets to think about what the opponent has to do.

This also made Uncle Wang a little annoyed, annoyed when he became a person who was in a hurry, only looking at what was in front of him, shallow. Obviously, if he had taken one more step in the hand of the car entering the forest, he would not have been able to see that Yang Zheng had been arranging the "handy cannon".

But Uncle Wang is not a person who accepts his fate alone, even if he counts a few hands, he will not easily admit defeat.

Uncle Wang looked at the chessboard carefully, and then took a step of a strong man's broken wrist, that is, a flat car, giving up his advantage to block Yang Zheng's heavy artillery killing.

I have to say that Uncle Wang's hand also made Yang Zheng a little moved, but he seemed to have expected Uncle Wang's hand, and he took a step to the left.

The two cars looked at each other and began to force Uncle Wang to make a choice.

Uncle Wang looked at this hand, he sighed, and decisively entered the car to grab the cannon.

But after this hand, Uncle Wang also realized something, watching Yang Zheng jump off the horse, he struggled for a while, and reluctantly chose to admit defeat.

This game is that he lost.

Lost completely, lost in a mess.

Even lost so much that he didn't stand up for a long time to admit that he lost.

In fact, Uncle Wang can insist, even if Yang Zheng jumps and catches the car, he can also retire to re-layout.

But he can't seem to wait, just like his old age, he looks very happy, and he seems to have many choices.

But in the same way, Uncle Wang also knows that there is no turning back from the many choices that seem to be right or wrong.

The sky gradually darkened, and Uncle Wang finally stood up.

He suddenly realized that the young man on the other side had been waiting for him all along.

He smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand after shaking hands with the young man opposite.

The back of the departure is gradually lonely.

The way home was very long, and Uncle Wang kept his game of chess in his mind.

When did you admit defeat?

Was it after Yang Zheng jumped off the horse?

He shook his head, although he threw himself into the towel after Yang Zheng jumped off the horse, he also felt that he didn't feel that he had lost at that time.

He thought carefully about his game of chess, and slowly, he finally realized that when he tested Yang Zheng's hand, he had already lost.

Because he has always been worried that he will not be able to play a hearty, perfect game of chess as the end of his life.

But there doesn't seem to be a perfect game of chess in this world, because as long as you play chess, there will be wins and losses.

No one wins all the time, and no one loses for the rest of their lives.

The real perfect chess should always be in the next game, right?

When Uncle Wang thought of this, he slowly felt very happy, and this unprecedented happiness also made him look back at the small town where he had lived since he was a child.

In this small city, there is everything he is familiar with, as well as the joys and sorrows of his life.

He also raised his head to look at the sky, the night had fallen, although there were no stars and moons, although it was pitch black, he knew that there was always someone in the sky who would silently watch him play chess.

He will also be with him until the end of his life.

Thinking of this, Uncle Wang couldn't help but straighten his chest.

In the next game of chess, he will definitely play better.