Go: Is the portable old man the nine-time champion?

Chapter 183 Prehistoric Giant Wave
"But I have no interest in dying on the beach."

Chen Yanran took out several chess scores and handed them to Yun Linglei: "These are the chess scores of five games between your junior brother and Shen Guhong and the other two, all from the past year."

To be precise, counting from January of this year, it's been almost nine months.

Looking at the paper chess score that Chen Yanran handed over, which he had written down himself, Yun Linglei was speechless: "Old Chen, you're a bit too old-fashioned. Nowadays, apart from the kids at the dojo, who still uses this kind of thing to write chess scores?"

Why not just go online to check your game records? The Muyefox platform has game records that you can check, including forward and backward moves. It's much more intuitive than this piece of paper.

Honestly, you're not short of money, just get a new phone. Even the most expensive latest model only costs a few thousand yuan. If all else fails, I'll pay for it for you..."

Faced with Yun Linglei's recommendation, Chen Yanran simply shook her head: "I can't quite adapt to the changing times. I feel more at ease with these paper things. Besides, I'm not good at resisting temptations. Modern mobile phones can affect one's mood too much. I'd rather have these old-fashioned mobile phones."

"You're clearly the youngest, but you act like you're the old-fashioned one."

Yun Linglei scratched his face helplessly. Twenty-three years old is when most people have just graduated from university.

This should be a vibrant and energetic place, but Chen Yanran looks like he's sixty-three years old. He doesn't even use a smartphone; he's still using this old-fashioned phone, which is a bit more advanced than a PHS phone, but it doesn't have any smart software.

Fortunately, this phone also has a QQ function, so Chen Yanran can still receive messages online; otherwise, she would have had to contact them by phone if anything happened.

"Your junior brother has gone two months without losing eleven games."

"So what? I had a seventeen-game winning streak back then, including some world championship matches, which were more prestigious than his. Everyone has their moment of glory. You also had a nearly twenty-game winning streak. You were so cool back then, and you directly said that you were going to replace Jiang Mobai."

Moreover, his winning streak has a lot of luck involved; the recent matches have been quite favorable for him.

Last month, he achieved a five-game winning streak in the second stage of the World Tournament, including the Agon Kiriyama Cup preliminaries, main tournament, and the Rookie King final.

Most of these competitions were not extremely difficult, which was just right for his current level.

It served as training and boosted his confidence for the winning streak. He's currently riding high, so be careful when you run into him tomorrow.

"The longer the winning streak, the more exceptionally well they can perform! You might just become another stepping stone on their winning streak."

Yun Linglei kindly reminded his good friend that sometimes a strong presence can enhance a person's strength because it gives them more confidence.

Sometimes, the top player's outstanding record is not only due to their top-tier skill level, but also to the fear that others have of their strength.

Once you become afraid of someone, sometimes you can only unleash about 70% or 80% of your full potential.

This is also why many first-rate figures quickly fall from grace once they step down from their pedestals, because people realize that gods have health bars, which makes things much easier.

Let's not talk about anything else, just measure the health bar.

Therefore, confidence is also an extremely important factor among top professional players.

Looking at the incessantly chattering Yun Linglei, Chen Yanran said calmly, "It seems you're not doing a good job as a senior brother at all, you haven't discovered anything. You shouldn't stay in Lin'an, you might as well become a Mongol."

"What do you mean, what do you mean... It's just a few chess records, Yi Zheng won them all."

Yun Linglei flipped through a few game records. What could this possibly represent? Although Yi Zheng had a perfect record against the Three Musketeers, the number of games played was too small to be of much reference value. At least five or six more games would be needed to establish a clear comparison of their relative performance.

"These five game records are arranged in chronological order. The first one is against Miao Jun at the beginning of this year's Lanke Cup, where Miao Jun made a mistake and Yi Zheng won. The second game is the semi-final of the Newcomer King competition, where Yi Zheng made a miraculous comeback against Miao Jun."

The game records for the third and fourth games were against Shen Guhong. In these games, the two players seemed to be evenly matched, and Yi Zheng even seemed to have a slight advantage over Shen Guhong.

In today's fifth game, Qi Ling was completely dominated by Yi Zheng from start to finish, without even a chance to fight back.

After listening to Chen Yanran's description, Yun Linglei couldn't possibly misunderstand his implied meaning. He silently flipped through all five chess scores: "So you mean... Yi Zheng has made a three-level leap in less than a year and has already surpassed the level of the Three Musketeers."

Yun Linglei shook his head upon hearing this, feeling it was unrealistic. Yi Zheng's skill level had indeed improved rapidly, but he felt it was about the same as the Three Musketeers.

At most, you could say they're in the same league, but they might be slightly weaker.
However, such a rate of progress is already outrageous.

If he surpasses the Three Musketeers, wouldn't he already have one foot in the top tier?

He's only been a professional dan for a little over a year, right? How could his progress be so fast?

"I think you're overthinking it. The main problem in this game was that Qi Ling didn't play well; he played terribly. Don't scare yourself unnecessarily."

Yun Linglei quickly waved his hand to deny Chen Yanran's statement, feeling that Chen Yanran's statement was too alarmist.

The main problem in this game was that Qi Ling didn't perform well, and it had nothing to do with Yi Zheng's complete surpassing of the three musketeers' level.

Even if Yi Zheng were reincarnated as an ancient chess master, he could not have achieved such a speed of progress. It is impossible for him to go from the first dan level to the high dan level in just over a year.

"You keep thinking about logic, but the facts are right in front of you."

Chen Yanran shook her head: "I don't know what kind of monster we're facing. If you give him another year, what will he become?"

"He secured a spot in the Asian Cup this year, could he possibly qualify for the Asian Cup next year?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Linglei laughed and made a joke, but as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Even if Yi Zheng doesn't reach the rate of progress Chen Yanran mentioned, he can continue running at the rate of progress Yun Linglei predicted.

If Yi Zheng is lucky, you really can't be sure what will happen in another year...

Probably not...

"It's okay. Once you reach a certain level, your progress will slow down or even stop."

Yun Linglei quickly banished this terrifying thought from his mind. Theoretically speaking, once you reach a high level, no matter how fast your strength has improved before, the rate of improvement will slow down.

Because there were still traces to follow and references to refer to in the past, once you reach the top level, everything ahead is shrouded in mystery, and you can only explore on your own.

However, what Yun Linglei didn't know was that the reason Yi Zheng was progressing so quickly was because there was a guiding light ahead, like a torch, illuminating all the fog.

(End of this chapter)