The work of the Go master

The workings of the Go Saint: Narita

I just don't understand why, when I play Go, special effects fly around on the board.

Why is it that others can only play chess honestly, while I, when I get into a frenzy, can punch my opponent in the face?

I tried to kill a dragon on the chessboard, but it turned out that the person sitting opposite me was indeed a dragon.

No matter what, just keep punching forward! Whether it's a human, a dragon, a god, or a Buddha, just smash it to pieces with one punch!

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In Tokyo during the 1980s, on another timeline of the world, in the era of Go, a man, talented but lacking in virtue, embarked on the path of Go.

Chapter One: Under the Guiding Light of Ke Zhiguang

Ke Zhiguang cupped his hands in front of his nose, striking a commander's pose, staring intently at the chessboard while glancing at his opponent.

The opponent was a girl who was unexpectedly beautiful. Although her face still looked childish, she had an arrogant demeanor and her eyes revealed a strong sense of aggression.

She had long pigtails that flew down from the eaves like swallowtails.

Wearing a Western-style school uniform, with the shoulders tightly bound together.

But the key issue isn't there; it lies behind her.

A stone pillar several meters long stood behind her, with a golden dragon chained to it, its horns resembling a crown.

The dragon seemed to notice Ke Zhiguang's presence, emitting a deep dragon breath that caused the ground to tremble.

Although this dragon is somewhat miniature, it is indeed a dragon.

Name: Harushima Kashi

[Symbolic Spirit: Dragon-Locking Pillar]

[Note: How exciting! What kind of being will the dragon evolve into when it breaks free from its chains?]

Main quest, do not abandon it.

A strange dialog box popped up, informing Ke Zhiguang of his opponent's name, along with the chess spirit and instructions.

Ke Zhiguang slowly exhaled a breath of cold air, thinking to himself, "This Go match is too exciting! It's like I'm going to slay a dragon right off the bat?"

To be honest, just a few hours ago he was just an ordinary student struggling with math problems.

Students who are like time travelers.

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Five hours ago.

Why is this so?

What exactly went wrong?

I am a student at Tsinghua University, and I should be a top student, so how come I am completely helpless when faced with a Japanese high school math workbook from the 1980s?

In a small room, Ke Zhiguang contemplates life while looking out the window at the scenery, with an unfinished math workbook on his desk.

The scenery outside the window is of a foreign land... or rather, the neighboring island nation of Japan.

It's still the kind from the mid-1980s.

The narrow streets were filled with a dense flow of cars, all of them old-fashioned, boxy models.

Dense rows of utility poles stand tall, their neatly arranged wires cutting the sky into squares.

The clouds were very low, and the evening breeze was pleasant.

And the stylish sailor uniforms on the streets... Ah, youth is wonderful.

If I'm not mistaken, my situation should be called time travel.

Yes, that's right, it really is time travel. Before I knew it, I was in Japan, and it was Japan in another world line and timeline.

The current body is also named Ke Zhiguang. He is an overseas student from the motherland. As for his family background... well, he comes from a poor family and his parents died early. However, because of his hard work and ambition, he received financial assistance from kind people and successfully studied abroad. Following this template, it is not hard to imagine that the next script should be that he returns to China after completing his studies and becomes a good young man of the new era.

Unfortunately, after the original owner arrived in Japan, he was instantly overwhelmed by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism and fell into depravity at lightning speed. As a result, after Ke Zhiguang took over the body, he couldn't extract any useful academic knowledge from his brain to cope with the exams.

The most substantial legacy left by the original owner was a pile of colorful comics and magazines that were hard to describe, as well as half a year's worth of toilet paper, under the bed.

There were also some strange videotapes.

However, in Ke Zhiguang's view, this can only be described as the venue being warmed up just right. As a former member of Tsinghua University, he had already secured a spot at Southeast University and even Harvard University in advance.

But when he sat down at his desk, confidently flipping through the exam paper, intending to draw upon his Tsinghua University student's knowledge, he discovered...

Huh?

Why can't I extract any useful academic knowledge from my brain?

There's not even any high school or middle school knowledge; the elementary school level only goes up to the third grade. This is... bizarre! Absolutely bizarre!

Aside from his identity as a Tsinghua University student, he couldn't remember much else, such as—

In my previous life, I lived a comfortable life and seemed to own a house in the capital, but unfortunately, I hadn't finished paying off the mortgage.

She is an internet celebrity with over 500 million followers on Weibo and has long been engaged in the fight to defend women's rights.

He's also a champion at Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).

He's also pretty good at Honor of Kings, and his live streams get him a million views.

He achieved all of this in his early twenties, with an aura of glory surrounding him that seemed to build upon itself, layer upon layer, like the ending of an online novel.

But there was one thing he wasn't quite sure about.

He wasn't sure if he was dead or alive.

Normally, time travel is often accompanied by death, but he had no memory of his own death, nor any concrete answer as to whether he was dead or not; everything was shrouded in mystery.

I'm not even sure of my exact age; I'm at least twenty, maybe thirty, or even older...

For him, the term "past life" was less about his previous life and more about the world before he transmigrated.

Anyway, the abbreviation of "the world before the time travel" is also the previous life.

Many things are vague and hazy, but the only thing that is clear and certain is this:

I am who I am, Ke Zhiguang.

His personality, however, is exceptionally clear.

Just as I was studying my math workbook, a soft knock came from outside the door.

"Brother, come out for dinner." A soft, clear voice came from outside the door.

"Okay, Xun, I'll come over after I finish this problem." Ke Zhiguang twirled his pencil gracefully in his hand, symbolically fulfilling his duty as a student, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"Don't think too much, brother. You'll starve to death if you keep doing this," Xun said worriedly from outside the door.

As if stabbed in the heart, Ke Zhiguang's pencil flew out of his hand.

This is like the famous meme—you plan to win a game and then go to sleep, but then you find the sun is up. It turns out that even elementary school students in Japan next door understand this principle.

"Alright, since you've begged me like this, I guess I'll have no choice but to come eat on time."

In situations like this, the only option is to make a joke and gracefully step down.

"Well... I'm worried that after you starve to death, your soul will still be at the table solving problems, causing the whole room to be haunted, and we'll only be able to rent it out at a low price..." The voice outside the door said seriously, without any hint of joking.

That's what it means to be a person with no reputation for being unambitious and lacking in critical thinking.

Ke Zhiguang clutched his heart, which had been stabbed, and gasped. The criticism was so profound that it was hard to even begin to comment.

Stop talking, it'll only bring tears to my eyes.

"Coming, coming." Ke Zhiguang sighed as he walked out of the room and into the living room.

He casually adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

But halfway through the action, he remembered that this was a habitual action from before he transmigrated, and that he wasn't wearing his glasses now.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I stepped into the living room—

The living room wasn't very spacious either, but at least it connected to the balcony, allowing for good air circulation. Outside the balcony was the city's steel jungle, with the Shinkansen bullet train whizzing past on the elevated highway not far away.

This is a low-end apartment in Suginami Ward, Tokyo. From the balcony, you can see the Marunouchi Line, and outside the apartment door is a not-so-bustling commercial area. This apartment stands out incongruously in the middle of it all.

The aroma of curry filled the living room. A middle-aged man with a melancholy look on his face sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table, wearing a loose bathrobe, flipping through a newspaper, and smoking a cheap cigarette.

The head of the household, Akio Shoichi, works as a taxi driver, which is considered a well-paying job in Japan, especially in an era where some wealthy people are willing to spend 100 million yen for a 5-minute taxi ride.

Sitting next to him was the child who had called Ke Zhiguang out for dinner earlier; he was his seven-year-old son, Qiu Shengxun.

Yes, that's right, it really is my son.

No matter how soft his voice is, how well-behaved his posture is, or how delicate his face is, he is indeed his son.

His hairstyle is a bob, which is also known as a... little sister's head. It is said that when his father took him to get a haircut, the clerk did not notice that he was a boy and gave him this haircut.

A photo of the young woman hung on the wall, but unfortunately it had turned gray. From her appearance, it was clear that her son resembled his mother.

This is the family where Ke Zhiguang is staying, a simple family consisting of only an old man and his son.

Homestay is also a form of studying abroad. The advantage is that you can better integrate into the local community and observe the various aspects of family life, but the cost is slightly higher.

"Xun, did you drink the soy milk I bought for you this morning?" Ke Zhiguang sat down next to her, his voice full of concern.

"I drank it." Xun nodded, his clear eyes carrying a hint of a clueless, unambitious quality.

"What about the pumpkin?"

"have eaten."

"Good girl, where's the papaya?"

"have eaten."

“Very good, continue tomorrow.” Ke Zhiguang nodded in satisfaction. He had been feeding Xun these for breakfast for a week straight.

No problem, follow this recipe, and there will be a series of healthy foods such as papaya milk, papaya and crucian carp soup, and honey peanuts.