Go: 50-50 split between me and AI

127. Chapter 126. I have to pay more money

"Cough cough cough..."

Ying Jie, who felt his stomach was overwhelmed, couldn't help coughing twice.

Now Ying Jie can finally understand what it was like for those few people who were lying on the bed half-dead a few days ago.

As a professional chess player, Ying Jie naturally judged that he was wrong after the opponent picked up the piece. He just went to the bathroom and got dizzy.

Ultraman Juggler mistaken me!

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

The situation is very nuanced.

It should be that the opponent is slightly better.

Although there is no way to directly judge his winning rate through data, but Ying Jie estimated that no matter what, there must be [-] or [-] left.

Lost, but not yet dead.

Fortunately, at least he didn't die more than 100 times directly after being overturned like someone, and issued a death notice.

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

This chess can be played.

The one hundred and ninth move, black chess, jump!
If it was Jueyi, it should be pointed out directly, and then find a way to disconnect itself and stay for borrowing.

If this is the case, you will feel uncomfortable.

After playing countless games with Fine Art, Ying Jie has already begun to have a glimpse of AI's thinking.

If this situation is a job on Fine Arts, there is no way for me to survive.

The absolute winning rate is cleared within twenty steps.

But if it is human.

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

The 0.1% winning rate is for Ai. For humans, I can win with this winning rate.

Ke Jie's situation is not good→Ke Jie's tricks are frequent→Ke Jie is in a hard fight→Ke Jie is dying→Ke Jie's entire collapse→Ke Jie's defeat is set→Ke Jie gives a victory speech
Sure enough, He Zudao did not choose AI as Ying Jie thought, but directly chose to stick.

From a human point of view, this move is not bad, and there are obvious problems.

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

Fantastic Art: Junior, let me lower your winning rate by 10% first, and be careful when you play next.

It is naturally impossible for He Zudao to feel such a slight fluctuation in winning rate, and even feel that he is playing well.

Steady and winning.

After Ying Jie glued it on, He Zudao went directly to the upper right corner.

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

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

Ying Jie gradually breathed a sigh of relief after the black chess took the top two pieces back first.

Pulled back.

It takes twenty moves to make up for one mistake, and it is still against a rookie who is about the same age as him.

If it is Jiuduan, this situation is really bad.

It was a moment of negligence, and the whole situation failed.

Almost handed over his own blood. (Ze Yi: Oh?)
But there is no way, after all, humans are not machines.

Even if it is a machine, if you block its vents, it will still crash.

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

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

Looking at Ying Jie who was pulled up, He Zudao was still worried about the breaking point next to him, if Ying Jie broke up and killed him, would he have any problems.

After all, it was hard to take advantage of the opponent's mistakes and there was a [-]-[-] situation, so I was a little more conservative.

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

After thinking for a while, He Zudao still stuck to it from the heart.

It turned out that He Zudao wanted to fight because he couldn't play, so he had to find a way to force out the opponent's spoon through fighting.

Now I don't want to feel that I have an advantage in fighting, and I am afraid that fighting will make me reveal my spoon.

Under different situations in a game of chess, people think differently and make completely different choices.

But, why not, your choice is wrong.

The 120th move is black, long.

If you didn't block me, then you can't blame me.

He Zi, cut open your stomach and let me see how many bowls of noodles you ate?
Seeing Ying Jie who cut open his stomach to prove his innocence, He Zudao gradually felt that the situation was getting worse and worse.

Ying Jie attacked everywhere, firing a shot here and firing a cannon there.

If you get the benefits, you withdraw your troops. Instead, you are exhausted, fighting fires everywhere.

Before I figured it out, the situation began to deteriorate visibly to the naked eye.

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

Given the chance of the opponent making a mistake, He Zudao just wanted to wait for Ying Jie to make a second mistake.

It's like the story of waiting for a rabbit.

Song people had tillers.There is a plant in the field, the rabbit walks and touches the plant, breaks its neck and dies.Because of the release of the lei, he guarded the plant, and hoped to get a rabbit again.The rabbit cannot be recovered, but as Song Guoxiao.

Still waiting on the trail of the rabbit; hiding in the road of ruins.

There is no waiting for the spoon in Go, only forcing the spoon.

After Ying Jie got the advantage, he didn't entangle with He Zudao again, he took the big places and gave up on the details.

He Zudao finally intends to fight with Ying Jie in the central government, but Ying Jie directly and decisively gave up the robbery.

Small profits are not worth mentioning.

The number of steps is increasing, the chessboard is getting smaller and smaller, the eye gap is getting smaller and smaller, and the advantage is getting more and more stable.

Going to 270 Wushou, both parties have collected all the officials.

There is no place for He Zudao to play anymore, and to play again is to fill in the game and violate the rules.

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

If you really want to fill in the subtitles, it will be a lifetime of stains if you spread it out.

After counting all the eyes, the referee confirmed that Ying Jieyou had four eyes and half wins.

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

When the opponent made a mistake in the middle game, I felt that victory might be right in front of my eyes.

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

but.

This is the only chance, and it flew away in front of him like a cooked duck.

This is the difference in strength.

Even if the opponent is unwell, you can't win by taking advantage of others.

Even if Ying Jie made a mistake, he still had a great margin of error against such an attack as his own.

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

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

what happened?

I actually thought that the top three teachers in the world would win over 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.

This person is sitting right in front of him.

like a god...

Ugh?
What about people?

He Zudao found out that after he finished sighing, why did the handsome guy sitting across from him disappear?
In front of the washbasin in the bathroom, Ying Jie felt that his head was full of paste.

With high counters and crazy calculations, this kind of chess is really not played by humans.

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

have to add money.

PS: Is vomiting and diarrhea a reaction to influenza A or Eryang...

(End of this chapter)