The work of the Go master

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"Are you crazy?! I've already told you, those times you beat me were when I was at my true level! Am I really that bad?" An Yongxin was almost in despair.

"Never mind! I'm running away, goodbye!" An Yongxin decisively darted down the stairs. After all, this is just a chess game, not a real underworld. You can't just beat me up with your bare hands, can you?

As soon as he turned around, a new voice came from downstairs: "An Jun, do you have time to play a game with me now?"

An Yongxin stopped in his tracks, and the coffee spilled down the steps with a thud.

Bamboo knife forging was also stunned.

Ke Zhiguang walked up from the bottom of the stairwell and slowly approached An Yongxin in the middle section.

His footsteps were exceptionally clear, like the Grim Reaper in a hospital late at night.

This... is also a scene from a horror movie!

"Ke Zhiguang, this is the prey I spotted first. You'd better not make a move," Zhu Daoduan said as he approached.

"To be honest, I was just seriously asking people if they wanted to play a game." Ke Zhiguang was also moving forward.

An Yongxin has a score of 18, which is quite high.

In this narrow corridor, two terrifying cameras, one above and one below, cornered An Yongxin, getting closer and closer.

This feeling is like being kicked down the stairs by a dominant, powerful team on the final day of a double-elimination tournament, only to be horrified to discover that a dark horse team with incredible momentum is also coming up from downstairs.

Who could stand this kind of oppression!

"You two, don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" An Yongxin trembled as she was sandwiched between the two men.

Although he is a well-known Kobe fan, he is like Lord Ye who loved dragons but was terrified of them. Praising a player and hoping to play a game with that player in person are two different concepts.

Thus, South Korea's first person was brutally humiliated by China and Japan.

......

As time went on, on January 16th, the weather turned into a chilly, rainy day.

The popularity of the tournament is growing stronger in this cold weather. Billboards along the street have been transformed into advertisements for the tournament, and sponsors are vying to display their brand logos in the most prominent positions.

The area around the chess academy was covered with posters and small flags.

In the warm Japanese-style living room, Gen-tama Tomokami and Nishi Chiaki sat facing each other.

Gen-ok Zhi was wearing his usual kimono. This was his home, and the surroundings were decorated in an antique style.

Meanwhile, Nishi Chiaki was wearing a flashy suit and sunglasses hanging on his chest. The two of them sat facing each other, as if they were in a different time and space.

"To make a long story short, I'm going to give this to you." Nishi Chiaki placed an ordinary-looking clock on the table.

Xuan Yuzhi coldly sneered: "Yuechuan Longji, is he playing these boring little tricks again? Shiwu was ruined by these tricks, and now he's setting his sights on me?"

"This isn't something unlucky. You can try it if you don't believe me." Nishi Chiaki pushed the clock forward a little and made a friendly "please" gesture.

Xuan Yuzhi hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and touched it.

Confirmed safe, no adverse symptoms.

"So what exactly is this clock used for?"

Nishi Chiaki smiled gently: "Let's not beat around the bush. To be frank, this is a cheat tool."

He turned on the timer and let time run.

"In the final round of the tournament, the time limit is very tight, with only ten seconds per move. Every second of thinking time is precious, and this specially designed timer can help you gain a two-second advantage," said Nishi Chiaki.

Xuan Yuzhi stared intently at the ticking time, his expression shifting slightly: "Could it be..."

He probably figured out the specific use of this clock.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it!” Nishi Chiaki nodded. “One side’s time was slowed down; the literal ten seconds passed, but in reality, eleven seconds have passed. The other side’s time was slowed down; the literal ten seconds passed, but in reality, only nine seconds have passed.”

“This one-second error is distributed across various time scales, and a normal person wouldn’t even notice it,” Nishi Chiaki said. “As long as you nod, everything will be arranged, and you will become the only person in history to hold the title of Grand Slam Champion for two terms… Is there any more tempting option than this?”

This is indeed an attractive option, especially for young people like Xuan Yuzhi who are facing a bottleneck in their chess skills but are extremely eager to break through in terms of status and honor.

"I... refuse!" He scratched his clothes, leaving marks.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Dear Master, you must be living a very happy life in heaven.

“I have no interest in such unorthodox methods, and with my abilities, I have no need for them at all. Please, Mr. Dragon Throne, put away this unnecessary kindness.” Xuan Yuzhi flicked the back of his hand onto the clock, causing it to slide a short distance down the table toward the other party.

"Please leave. You are not welcome here, nor is Koshikawa Tatsumi."

Nishi Chiaki didn't react much, but simply sighed: "It's a real pity. We were able to witness a historical record, but now it will probably have to be achieved by Taketsugi-tsugi or Keiji-mitsu."

"Those little tricks like provocation don't work on me."

"I'm sorry, I was just expressing my opinion, I didn't mean anything by it." Nishi Chiaki stood up from the coffee table and politely left the room.

"Take your things."

Nishi Chiaki hesitated for a moment at the door, but still turned around, put away the clock, and his face remained as friendly as when he came.

But once he stepped out of the mansion and around the corner, his friendliness vanished immediately, replaced by anger.

"Unsuccessful. Xuan Yuzhi is much more stubborn than expected," Nishi Chiaki said into the walkie-talkie.

"Don't rush. Your visit has already opened a crack in his rational defenses. As long as we patiently wait for the opportunity, he will become our teammate." Tatsumi Koshikawa's voice came from the other side of the walkie-talkie.

"Do you know him well?" Nishi Chiaki asked.

"I haven't met him many times, but I was fortunate enough to play chess with him once. I know he has a proud and righteous soul, but unfortunately his arrogance doesn't match his upper limit of strength. Having arrogance but no strength is a very painful thing."

"So, what should I do now?" Nishi Chiaki asked.

"Wait for the right moment to present the clock to him, but remember to do it properly. Don't let him feel like he's being given charity; make him feel like it was his own choice."

After thinking about the hint for a moment, Nishi Chiaki had a general idea of what was going on.

“I understand, I know what to do, but if he still refuses to join, then I can’t do anything about it,” Nishi Chiaki said.

"If that really happens, there's nothing I can do," sighed Tatsumi Koshikawa.

"You have no choice, does that mean you're gambling?" Nishi Chiaki was slightly surprised. In his opinion, the other party should be the kind of person who had everything firmly under control, and his plans would be as accurate as a prophecy.

"Of course I'm gambling. Think about it carefully. My stakes are so unequal to Yagami Kunikyo's. Under such adverse conditions, the only way to defeat him is through gambling, right?"

Nishi Chiaki subconsciously wanted to ask the other person what their plans were after losing the bet.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it.

A madman never leaves himself a way out.

The walkie-talkie call ended there.

Nishi Chiaki also turned and walked into the cold, rainy weather.

Tokyo tonight remains peaceful.

......

On January 19th, a bright morning light awakened Tokyo.

Today is a rare sunny day, and the temperature has suddenly risen quite a bit, as if spring has arrived overnight.

Today was also the day of the unified college entrance examination. A large number of students flocked to the examination hall. Everyone rang the bell and drew a fortune stick at the shrine in advance. When they came to the examination hall, they were fully armed and brought all the props that they thought could provide a lucky boost.

Ke Zhiguang also left early and arrived at the examination venue, but of course not as a candidate, but as a candidate's companion.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the examination hall, students had already gathered in groups, all looking tense. Some were memorizing vocabulary words at the last minute, while others were frantically cramming words.

It felt like we were back on the day of the ranking competition. The boys who were about to take the ranking exam were nervous and anxious, but they still had to put on a calm and collected demeanor.

"Guang-kun, over here." Bai Meng waved in front of a cake shop, seemingly having secured a good spot in advance.

Ke Zhiguang entered the cake shop and found that everyone who was supposed to be there was there: Shao Gong, Shui Cheng, and Xing Cai, enough to make a mahjong table.

"How are the preparations going?" Ke Zhiguang asked.

"Absolutely foolproof... That's what I was going to say, but based on past experience, anyone who says that never ends up well. So our answer is... Even if we fail the exam, we'll only blame our performance on the day, not our preparation." Shao Gong enthusiastically clenched his fist in the air, with the ocean tide on the cliff in the background.

"Huh? Is there such a custom?" Bai Meng asked in confusion.

"That's what the comic says, that's all."

"Alright then, I'll add one more thing: if we don't do well on the test, it's Harushima Deer's fault."

"This has nothing to do with anyone else!"

"Well, she's not here anyway!"

Shao Gong was stunned for a moment: "Well... alright, let her take the blame then. Anyway, we're all going to the exam hall soon, and we're the ones in charge today, so whatever we say goes."

"Yes, that's it!"

The two of them seemed to be in good spirits.

Speaking of which... even if Harushima Shika isn't here, you can still sense her presence?

Ke Zhiguang vaguely heard a sneeze coming from afar.

Shaogong's score: 65.

Bai Meng's score reached 91, making her the top scorer.

I have a vague understanding of how this integral is determined, but I can't express the mechanism in words right now.

More samples are needed for reference.

for example......

"Ah!"

Ke Zhiguang heard that sound again.

Suddenly, Ke Zhiguang noticed a somewhat familiar amulet hanging on Bai Meng's book bag.