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

Chapter 255 Muddy Stream

"It's a conspiracy! This is definitely a conspiracy! Something's wrong! Ah Zheng must have learned magic from someone! Otherwise, how could he have maintained this position for so long..."

Miao Jun jumped up from the sofa as soon as he saw the result of the coin toss on the chess academy's TV.

This is unbelievable. If it weren't for the fact that the truth is based on guesses from the opponent, Miao Jun would really feel that Yi Zheng's opponents have all been set up by capital.

Yi Zheng played eight rounds in total, starting from the first round of this title match, and in every single round he played white.

What does this mean? Normally, the ratio of white to black should be 50%. Eight consecutive rounds with white means that's 50% to the power of 8! That's a probability of 0.3%!
That's a bit too outrageous; the probability of that happening is far too small.

"I wonder if he was practicing his divination skills at home during the Lunar New Year!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yuhan couldn't help but shake her head: "How can you train for something like this?"

Although everyone feels that White has an easier time playing under the number system, and there's a joke about practicing guessing who moves first, in reality, this is something that can't be practiced at all.

One person grabs a handful of coins while the other guesses whether it's odd or even. Unless you have X-ray vision, this kind of game is basically all about luck.

But if you had X-ray vision, why bother playing Go? Just go to Yunnan, find some raw stones and you'd be rich. That's what that protagonist in the novel with the surname Yang did, and maybe he'd even meet a little girl who can use witchcraft.

Shi Yuhan is now extremely peaceful. Spending so much time with the genius has actually made him feel no pain whatsoever.

Shi Yuhan, you are different from Yi Zheng. Don't waste too much time on Go.

I'm not going to back down, I'm just lying here!
Shi Yuhan felt that she was just an R card, and compared with these SSR cards, she was really far inferior.

Anyway, as long as I don't crave too many things that I can't have, I'm living a pretty comfortable life now.

Miao Jun didn't know what to say: "They're really unstoppable right now, with both momentum and luck. I hope they don't actually win the Chess Saint title."

Yi Zheng felt as if the heavens and earth were conspiring with him, not only in terms of momentum but also in terms of extraordinary fortune, which was indeed a bit frightening.

Sometimes there's a phase in life where everything seems to go smoothly, and you feel like you're the protagonist of the era.

For example, there's a mentally ill character in a TV series. If the audience didn't know he was the villain, they would really feel like he was the protagonist because he could do whatever he wanted.

"It's hard to say. Don't underestimate Lan Bai. Many world-class top players don't want to face him. Playing a game with him can be incredibly disgusting."

Throughout the competition, Yi Zheng defeated his opponents with ease in almost every game, while Lan Bai consistently pulled off last-minute comebacks, ultimately advancing to the finals.

Miao Jun suddenly felt someone put their hands on his shoulders, and a male voice came from behind him.

Miao Jun turned around and saw that it was the current holder of the title, Yun Linglei.

"Is he really that disgusting? If he's that good, his rating is lower than A-Zheng's, and his rating has always been this low. And if he can turn every game around, doesn't that just mean he's not that strong?"

Miao Jun didn't seem to care much. If he were really that powerful, how could his rank score have remained at this level?

Although most top players experience significant fluctuations throughout the year, sometimes breaking into the top five in the country, but sometimes dropping to the teens when their form is poor, no top player stays in the twenties all the time.

Those who consistently maintain this level of rating are unlikely to be considered top-tier players.

Yun Linglei naturally sat down in the middle of the sofa: "Don't be fooled by appearances! His eighth dan already speaks volumes!"

You could say he's lucky to turn one game around, but to turn every game around—that takes skill.

In China's ranking system, you can only advance to the seventh dan by taking ordinary game points. To advance to the eighth dan, you need to be a champion, and not just an ordinary national commercial tournament champion.

In the original world, some 9-dan players would probably only achieve a 7-dan rank in this world, because a blank slate can't become a 9-dan in this world. "His biggest problem is that his ceiling is very high, but his floor is also very low. He can win against all kinds of top masters, but he can also lose to all kinds of weaker opponents, which often leads him to rob the rich to help the poor, and he himself ends up breaking even."

"It's not a good thing for Yi Zheng to run into him, or rather, it's not a good thing for me for these two to meet in the finals. I hate it no matter who makes it to a best-of-three series."

Yun Linglei couldn't help but shake his head as he said this; both of them had the kind of style that was a real headache.

I wonder who will have a bigger headache today.

"Anyway, I think A-Zheng will win the Chess Saint title."

Hearing Miao Jun's words, Yun Linglei was speechless. If we're not buddies, why are you skipping over me?
Don't I, as someone holding a title in office, have any human rights?!
Who will speak up for me?

"Both sides made small mistakes at the start. Blue and White first secured the ground with a retreat, and this thirteenth move, the super knight's move, is very much in his style."

Yun Linglei couldn't help but say something while watching the real-time movements of the chessboard on TV.

The meaning behind this super-large flight is quite simple: Blue and White are unwilling to lay the floor with Yi Zheng, but rather want to steer the situation into a chaotic battle and achieve victory in an absolutely chaotic situation.

Faced with Yi Zheng's sharp jump, Lan Bai 8-dan also knew that he could now gain external influence by following the normal procedure, because the piece that Yi Zheng had previously pushed back and split the side was still there, greatly reducing the role of external influence.

Not to mention that Lan Bai himself didn't like this layout, so he directly blocked it from below and turned it around. Yi Zheng didn't hesitate at all and directly broke through it by force.

"Ah Zheng knows perfectly well that the other party is just trying to muddy the waters, so why doesn't he just make things simpler and settle things?"

"He is the kind of person who will never lose money, and most importantly, although Yi Zheng will make strategic plans for each person, his own style will never change. He will always play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses."

Looking at the pieces constantly appearing on the chessboard, Yun Linglei couldn't help but sigh, "We've actually lost our strategic focus on this. If we're going to play against him soon, I'll have to think things through carefully."

Miao Jun glanced at Yun Linglei sitting next to him: "If it really is A-Zheng who enters the finals, who do you think will win between you and him?"

"Let's see how it goes in the first game. Either he wins 2-0, or I win 2-0. I don't think it's going to go to a third game."

Yun Linglei clearly sensed Yi Zheng's momentum, so the first round was already crucial; whoever won would likely take the game.

"This is really a headache."

Too fast, too fast.

In less than two years, Yi Zheng rushed up to him to decide the outcome of the title battle.

"I'm getting old."

Yun Linglei couldn't help but sigh. Time really is a cruel mistress. He himself was once full of vigor and slaying the top titles, but now it's the next generation of young people who will slay him.

Miao Jun, watching the scene on TV, nodded subconsciously upon hearing this and replied, "Yes, the old man should have been retired long ago."

"what?"

Yun Linglei was stunned when he heard this. Seriously? Don't you young people even pretend anymore?

Traditional virtues!

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(End of this chapter)