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

Chapter 296 Not Hesitant to Use the Most Abstract Ideas

Move 58, White, jump!

"As dashing as ever!"

Chu Tianjiao's gaze was fixed on that white stone, and he couldn't help but think of a fact that was generally acknowledged both inside and outside the Go community.

Yi Zheng's chess is absolutely top-tier in terms of entertainment value in the current chess world, no matter which dimension you judge it from.

In terms of elegant and graceful playing style, Yi Zheng's every move is a work of art, each move appearing incredibly graceful, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, balancing efficiency and beauty.

It is neither like some people who completely lose aesthetics in pursuit of efficiency, nor like some people who play chess like a product from a precise industrial assembly line.

Yi Zheng's chess is a dance with soul, filled with the chivalrous spirit of "killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles".

Furthermore, in terms of the visual effects and dramatic tension presented on the chessboard, Yi Zheng is even more adept at creating entertaining moments.

He rarely enters a hypnotic Go state like Lee Jun-hyuk 9-dan, where the game is laid out in a stable, uneventful "floor-laying" mode.

Yi Zheng seems to have an impulse to "make a big splash" in his bones. He often pulls a trick when things seem calm, such as boldly sacrificing pieces, penetrating deep into enemy territory, or making a last-ditch exchange.

Such "excessive behavior" is often accompanied by huge risks, but it also brings unparalleled excitement and suspense to the chessboard, making the audience's adrenaline surge. Many fans exclaimed, "Yi Bao, don't do this, Mom is scared!"

Yes, they are all male mothers.

"He's simply a born Go superstar."

The commentator, Anjing, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Yi Zheng has only been in the industry for a short time, yet he has already accumulated countless fans."

The loyalty and fighting spirit of Yi Zheng's fans are astonishing, especially on the internet, a "battleground" where Yi Zheng's fans have begun to overshadow Li Junhe's fans.

Of course, there are many reasons for this.

One reason is that Yi Zheng's fan base is much younger than Li Junhe's. Many of Li Junhe's fans are quite old, and some don't even know how to use the internet.

Furthermore, since Li Junhe lost to Yi Zheng before, many fans started to pretend to be dead, leaving only Yi Zheng's fans celebrating like they were opening champagne online.

If Li Junhe were to defeat Yi Zheng one day, the fans who were pretending to be dead would immediately come back to life and start fiercely attacking Yi Zheng's fans.

Then when Yi Zheng wins against Li Junhe, the fans will go into another round of feigning indifference.

History keeps repeating itself, entering a new cycle of "playing dead - resurrection - green garlic". This is the eternal "turn-based game" in the world of competitive sports, which fans enjoy endlessly, contributing countless classic "bibles" and "miracle scenes".

"Now it looks like the White stones' position on the left has expanded instantly, forming a huge territory."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wan couldn't help but shake his head, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses and adopting the tone of an old-fashioned intellectual: "If someone else had placed bets like this, I would say that the foundation for this kind of formation is not secure enough, and the foundation itself is not solid. Can you guarantee that it will all fail?"

Be practical. First, figure out your own tactics and the basic concepts of Go. Don't get into these fancy tricks.

However, it is easy to prove...

Well, how should I put it? He really did a great job with the "casting beans into soldiers" technique; you could say he's the one who imitated AlphaGo the most closely.

His calculations are unfathomable; his understanding of board positions and mastery of subsequent moves have even begun to establish him as a player in a class of his own.

Jin Wan's gaze swept across Yi Zheng's young and focused profile on the screen, then fell on Chu Tianjiao, who was frowning on the opposite side, before finally returning to the chessboard: "However, no matter how strong Yi Zheng's skills are or how much he can 'make a move', I believe that Chu Tianjiao will definitely not sit idly by and wait for his doom."

He's still young, energetic, resilient, and not easily intimidated; he won't sit idly by when faced with a challenge.

Jin Wan is almost at the legal retirement age, and in his eyes, Chu Tianjiao and Yi Zheng are basically children. And his judgment is as accurate as ever.

Just as Jin Wan, a 9-dan professional, had predicted, Chu Tianjiao certainly wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his doom.

Yi Zheng's current formation is only vaguely taking shape, but once it becomes completely stable, then this game will truly be beyond saving.

Therefore, Chu Tianjiao did not hesitate at all.

Move 59, Black, LOAD!

Chu Tianjiao immediately entered Yi Zheng's airspace, clearly intending to cause some trouble and test Yi Zheng's abilities.

"If he bends, I'll grow longer; he has to stand upright. Once I turn and dismantle, I can easily survive."

However, this diagram is far too idealistic; he couldn't possibly allow me to live so easily in the void. Chu Tianjiao's brain quickly calculated several possible variations, but Yi Zheng would absolutely not accept such variations. Otherwise, the original formation would collapse instantly, and Yi Zheng could go home and farm.

Yi Zheng didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he got up, took a can of Want Want milk from the snack table next to him, and took a sip.

This match is quite long, so there's no need to rush. You still need to spend time on the crucial parts and not always think about using time to your advantage.

Speed ​​is a means, not an end.

Yi Zheng is well-versed in psychological tactics. This sip of Want Want milk is not only to replenish energy and adjust the rhythm, but also to put invisible psychological pressure on the opponent—"Look, I'm not in a hurry at all, are you?"

"They really dared to do that..."

But at this moment, Yi Zheng heard a familiar voice and couldn't help but turn around to look. He found that Old Ke had appeared in the square of the Chinese Chess Academy at some point and was leisurely strolling around the square, watching other people's games.

Looking at the layouts of the others, Master Ke couldn't help but shake his head and nod at the same time. Almost all the top experts were trying new variations, some following their own ideas, and some consulting ancient books.

To put it simply, their methods are increasingly outrageous, leaving Old Ke at a loss for words when he looks at some of their tactics.

It's fair to say that these top-level matches right now look like a jumbled mess, full of experimentation and uncertainty.

But it seems that Professor Ke sensed a hint of a new era of Go emerging from this "tangled mess," and even a hint of Go in the AI ​​era.

Yi Zheng was indeed a little surprised to see Elder Ke appear.

Because Mr. Ke is currently engrossed in a super long, abstract TV series called "The Temptation of the Penthouse," which combines melodrama, ethics, business warfare, and revenge, he should be watching it in his hotel right now, not here.

After all, the TV dramas playing on the hotel TV were enough for him to watch for several days, not to mention that Yi Zheng could re-operate on him when he went to the hotel to take a shower at night.

"Is this... concern for me?" Yi Zheng had just had this slightly heartwarming thought when he immediately suppressed it.

"No, no, there's definitely something fishy going on! How could Old Deng be so kind?"

When he first let me watch dramas, he would occasionally worry and secretly keep an eye on me. Now he's long into 'free-range' mode, and he's probably hoping I won't bother him while he watches!

There's definitely something fishy going on.

After all, Mr. Ke's famous saying still rings in our ears: "I won't watch TV dramas or variety shows to watch you play chess? Watching you play chess pollutes my database!"
Yi Zheng couldn't help but shake his head, deciding not to hesitate to use the most abstract ideas to speculate on Old Ke's motives for appearing here.

The truth is often more abstract than even the most outrageous speculation.

Just a few hours earlier, Mr. Ke was indeed enjoying his electronic pickled vegetables in a luxurious suite at a five-star hotel.

Just as the plot was reaching its climax, with all the villains tearing each other apart, the cleaning lady walked in.

Because five-star hotels have regular daily cleaning services, Yi Zheng forgot to put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. When the cleaning lady came in, she found the empty room with the TV on.

During this time, Mr. Ke was so anxious that he was pacing around in circles. His expression became as anxious as Peter Ho's, and he shouted, "Don't come any closer!"

However, his cries were destined to be in vain.

The spirit of Hikaru no Go is not human in essence, and therefore has no human rights.

The cleaning lady only felt that the room was a little chilly, but she didn't pay attention to it. She quickly made the bed, wiped the table, and then picked up the remote control to turn off the TV that was still playing a melodramatic plot.

The world became quiet in an instant.

Old Ke was left bewildered in the empty room, as if time had been frozen. Staring at the black-screened television, his expression shifted from shock to anger to utter despair, a perfect portrayal of the mask of pain.

Ultimately, with no other choice, Mr. Ke had to walk through the door and take Metro Line 6 to the China Chess Academy.

Yi Zheng was naturally unaware of the twists and turns behind this. He simply placed the Want Want milk can back on the table, the grinning Want Want on the can seemingly mocking someone silently.

Yi Zheng instantly regained his composure and focused all his attention back on the chessboard in front of him.

A myriad of thoughts flashed through Yi Zheng's mind, and he instantly grabbed one of the threads from the end of the line.

Sixtieth move, White, clamp!
Currently, there's no good way to deal with this small black ball if we use force. In that case, let's protect our own airspace first and deal with it slowly.

P.S.: Please vote for me, everyone!

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