"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Ying Jie, who felt the river in his stomach tumbling, couldn't help coughing twice.

Ying Jie can finally understand what it was like to be lying half-dead on the bed a few days ago.

As a professional chess player, Ying Jie naturally judged that he was wrong after the opponent raised the question, and he was dizzy when he went to the toilet just now.

Ultraman Gagura misunderstands me!

Ying Jie silently took off his glasses and put them on the table, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and carefully observed his current chess game.

The situation is very nuanced.

It should be that the other party is slightly better.

Although there is no way to directly judge his winning rate by data, Ying Jie estimated that no matter what happens, there must be twenty or thirty left.

It's a loss, but it's not a loss.

Fortunately, at least I didn't die more than 100 eyes directly after rolling over like someone, and a death notice was issued.

It's either a big win or a big loss.

This chess can be played.

The one hundred and ninth move, black, jump!

If it's a masterpiece, it should be pointed directly, and then find a way to disconnect yourself and then leave it for borrowing.

In this case, you will feel uncomfortable.

After countless games with Jueyi, Ying Jie has begun to have an understanding of the idea of AI.

If this situation is a masterful job, it is impossible for me to live a little.

Absolute win rate is reset to zero within 20 moves.

But if it's human.

Ying Jie suddenly thought of what a certain Terran Emperor said in his previous life when he was at his peak.

The 0.1% win rate is for Ai, and I can win against humans as well.

Ke Jie's situation is not good→ Ke Jie makes frequent tricks→ Ke Jie falls into a bitter battle→ Ke Jie is dying and struggling→ Ke Jie collapses completely→ Ke Jie's defeat is decided→ Ke Jie makes a victory speech

Sure enough, He Zudao did not make the AI choice that Ying Jie thought, but directly chose to stick.

From the human point of view, this move is not bad, and there is something obvious about it.

But in Ai's opinion, it's either a choice or a bad review.

Mastery: Descendants, I will give you a 10% win rate first, and be careful when you go next.

With this kind of subtle fluctuation in the winning rate, He Zudao naturally couldn't feel anything, and even felt that he was not bad.

Play it safe.

After Ying Jie glued it, He Zudao came directly to the upper right corner to break.

Just as Ying Jie expected, He Zudao is not a masterpiece, and there are subtle mistakes in every step.

After adjusting yourself, you will soon be able to suppress the other party step by step.

After the black chess pieces took back the first two pieces above, Ying Jie gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

It's back.

The mistake of one step has to be reversed with twenty hands, or against a new talent who is about the same age as himself.

If it's a nine-dan, this situation is really not good.

It's really a moment of negligence, and the overall situation fails.

I almost handed over one of my own blood. (Maestro: Oh?) ）

But there is no way, after all, humans are not machines.

Even if it's a machine, you plug its vents, and it goes down.

Ying Jie judged the situation clearly, but He Zudao did not.

Looking at the plate, He Zudao felt that it was still a five-five game, and he could play.

Looking at Ying Jie who came up, He Zudao was always worried about the breakpoint next to him, if he was cut off by Ying Jie to kill, would he have a problem.

After all, it was not easy to take advantage of the other party's mistakes to have a five-five situation, and be a little more conservative.

It would be a loss if this kind of unclear confrontation sent the situation out.

After thinking for a while, He Zudao still stuck to his heart.

It turned out that He Zudao wanted to kill because he couldn't do it, and he had to find a way to force out the opponent's spoon by killing.

Now I don't want to kill He Zudao feels that he has an advantage, and he is afraid that killing will expose himself to the spoon.

In a different game of chess, people think differently and make completely different choices.

But, He Zudao, your choice is wrong.

The one hundred and twenty-ninth move, black, long.

You didn't block me, so you can't blame me.

Hozi, cut open your stomach and let me see how many bowls of noodles you have eaten?

Looking at Ying Jie, who had opened his stomach to prove his innocence, He Zudao gradually felt that the situation was getting more and more wrong.

Ying Jie attacked everywhere, shooting a shot here and a shot there.

When he got the benefits, he withdrew his troops, but he was tired of running for his life and fighting fires everywhere.

Before I could figure it out, the situation began to deteriorate visibly.

He Zudao took a deep breath and calmed down, it's okay, it's okay, there's still a chance.

With the opportunity of the other party's first mistake, He Zudao wanted to wait for Ying Jie's second mistake.

It's like a story about waiting for a rabbit.

The Song people had cultivators. There is a plant in the field, and the rabbit touches the plant, breaks its neck and dies. Because of the release of its plowing and guarding, hoping to recover the rabbit. The rabbit cannot be recovered, and as Song Guoxiao.

still waiting for the rabbit; Hiding in the road to ruin also.

Go does not wait for the spoon, only the spoon.

After Ying Jie got the advantage, he never entangled with He Zudao anymore, took the big place, and gave up the details directly.

He Zudao finally intended to fight with Ying Jie in the center, but Ying Jie directly and decisively gave up this robbery.

It's not worth mentioning.

The number of moves is increasing, the chessboard is getting smaller and smaller, the eye difference is getting less and less, and the advantage is getting more and more stable.

When the line reached two hundred and seventy-five hands, both sides had collected all the officials.

He Zudao has nowhere to go down, and if he goes down again, it will be a violation of the rules.

He Zudao is not a foreigner, and the filler can still be said to be morally noble.

If you really want to fill it, it will be a stain for a lifetime.

After the referee counted all the meshes, it was determined that Ying Jieyou won four and a half goals.

Looking at the announced results of the game, He Zudao lay on the chair a little weakly, as if his whole body strength had been drained.

When the opponent makes a mistake in the middle game, he feels that victory may be in front of his eyes.

even considered whether this was the only chance in his life.

But.

There was only one chance, and like a boiled duck, it flew away directly in front of itself.

This is the difference in strength.

Even if the other party is unwell, he can't win by taking advantage of others' danger.

To deal with such a move as himself, even if Ying Jie makes a mistake, he has a great margin for error.

If it was my own master, maybe today's result would be different.

Thinking of this, He Zudao couldn't help but show a wry smile.

What's going on?

I actually thought that the top three teachers in the world would win young people younger than me by picking up spoons.

Put it a year ago.

He Zudao took this sentence as a joke.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

But now.

The man sat right in front of him.

Like a god......

Alas?

What about people?

He Zudao found that after he sighed, why did such a handsome guy sitting opposite him disappear?

In front of the basin in the bathroom, Ying Jie felt a piece of paste in his head.

High reversal and crazy calculations, this kind of chess is really not played by people.

I won't come here to play chess again next time I die.

Gotta add money.

PS: Is vomiting and diarrhea a reaction to a flu or a second yang......

(End of chapter)