The work of the Go master

"So, he doesn't intend for me to... you know?" Bai Mengyinyu cautiously interrupted, only halfway through her sentence.

"Well, don't worry, he's someone you can meet," the vice president said. "But there's one thing you four need to be prepared for: he joined our club to participate in the upcoming team competition, which means one of you four will be replaced by him."

These words provoked even stronger hostility from the other four students staying in the dormitory.

"Not only does he harbor ill intentions towards the club president, but he also wants to take our place. It looks like we need to teach him a lesson." The most robust and composed student clenched his fist, ignoring the vice president's recent attempt to whitewash Ke Zhiguang's character.

"Kill him!"

"Take back our club!"

The four of them had just gone through a training camp, and their strength had improved considerably.

Moreover, isn't the plot of going out to cultivate oneself and returning to find that one's hometown has been destroyed the protagonist's storyline?

In the end, isn't the protagonist beating up the villain who stole his house and taking back everything that belongs to him?

In short, may the talented but immoral villain die!

"Let's go, president. He's playing a match with Mr. Cang Yu in the gym right now. Why don't we go check it out?" the vice president said.

"Okay, fine." Bai Mengyinyu nodded.

Ultimately, she's now the head of a sect, so she has to act like a senior disciple.

Surrounded by a group of club members, she walked through the lobby of the teaching building, with many people watching her along the way.

Actually, she was quite a campus star. Talent scouts would often hand her their business cards, and to some extent, she had gotten used to being watched by so many eyes.

Upon entering the gymnasium, many members instinctively stood up and relayed the news that the club president had returned, instantly making the once quiet gymnasium much noisier.

"He's right there." The vice president pointed to the podium, a high place that seemed to be isolated from the noise.

Bai Mengyinyu also looked over, her eyes flickering.

That man, sitting in front of the chessboard, had an air of nonchalance that was far from being associated with bad behavior; he even possessed the demeanor of a renowned scholar.

It looks very powerful.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Martial Virtue?

Aoba Bridge was lost in anxious and lengthy thought, and for a moment he didn’t notice that the students who had gone out for training camp had already returned.

The boy on the other side of the chessboard has shown considerable improvement in his chess skills compared to a few days ago.

Thinking back to a dozen days ago, when Ke Zhiguang first asked him for advice, Cang Yuqiao didn't take it too seriously. He casually gave up 6 pieces, but then couldn't play any more than halfway through. In the end, he adjusted the difficulty to 4 pieces, as if it would be a back-and-forth game.

A few days later, it became three children.

A few days later, they had two sons.

Let her go first.

In today's game, the first player to advance is even.

What kind of monster is this, progressing at such a rapid pace?

Although it is a happy thing for a teacher to see students surpass them, Cang Yuqiao is not the kind of dojo-type teacher whose purpose is to cultivate students to surpass him. He is just an ordinary Go club teacher hired by a high school, receiving a fixed salary and earning extra bonuses by winning places in high school-level competitions. He is a standard academy-type teacher.

The difference between a dojo-type teacher and an academy-type teacher lies in the fact that the former spares no effort in cultivating disciples and adheres to the so-called "way" throughout their lives, while the latter still hopes to slack off during work hours.

Cang Yuqiao could only say that he was happy to see students with superb chess skills emerge, but he couldn't say he was particularly happy.

On the contrary, they were also a little concerned about losing face after losing the game.

This is a game where the first move is decided by the opponent. If he loses, it means that Ke Zhiguang will become the second person in this Go club to defeat his teacher, after Bai Mengyinyu. He has to be careful in this situation.

It's not just about saving face, but also about one's competitive spirit.

After more than 150 moves, the situation was extremely tense and complex. Two isolated groups of stones were running and attacking each other in the center. It was unclear which move was wrong, but the situation suddenly became unfavorable for Aoba Bridge.

Thinking for too long, take a break and clear your head.

Soon they discovered that the students who had gone out for a training camp had returned and were gathered in a circle around the chessboard.

"You're back! How's your cultivation going?" Cang Yuqiao asked in a relaxed manner, clearly happy to see his students return.

“The results of your practice are excellent. Please focus on the present moment, teacher.” The calm and honest student bowed, his expression unexpectedly solemn.

"Hmm?" Cang Yuqiao was taken aback by the other party's unusually solemn demeanor.

Looking around, I noticed that all the students watching the game had the same murderous expression, except for a few, such as Bai Mengyinyu, the vice president, and Shuicheng Xiyue who was always standing behind Ke Zhiguang.

This teacher seems to have been given inexplicable high expectations.

The students whispered among themselves, "Is White or Black in a better position right now?"

One team member replied, "It's hard to say. Black has more territory, while White has a slightly thicker position. Now it mainly depends on how Mr. Cang Yu, who is playing Black, manages to secure his group in the center."

"Teacher Cangyu's expertise lies in treating orphans; he should be the one to win."

"They say they've passed two hurdles, but in reality, they only manage to pass them occasionally."

The students spoke in hushed tones, but their faces were etched with smug satisfaction. Cang Yuqiao glanced around and roughly understood what the students were thinking.

Cangyu Bridge felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he were sitting on pins and needles, and was in a difficult position.

The vice president leaned close to Bai Mengyinyu in a low voice: "President, what do you think?"

Bai Mengyinyu shook her head: "I think... Teacher Cangyu might lose."

"why?"

"Now it's White's turn. There's an empty space there that can cut off Black's stones. Although Black can live, it will be rolled around, and White's outside can become as solid as iron."

Bai Mengyinyu had encountered this shape during the training camp these past few days. In that game, her opponent was a formidable foe from the Kansai Go Institute. Bai Mengyinyu also felt that it should be her advantage, and with the same shape, her opponent was stunned by a dig after a long deliberation.

This was a difficult move to spot, and it's normal that the team members around her couldn't see it. Even she herself didn't calculate it on the spot, but read it directly from memory.

Now it is indeed White's turn. Ke Zhiguang has already taken a piece, while Cang Yuqiao has his hands on his knees, so it is obviously not his turn now.

At this moment, Ke Zhiguang placed two chess pieces on the table next to him, and skillfully tucked one piece onto the other, over and over again, with his fingers moving.

This is a common habitual action among many chess players: repeatedly stacking two chess pieces on the side, much like how some big shots in kung fu movies like to hold two small iron balls in their hands and spin them around.

Ke Zhiguang didn't know when he developed this habit.

Bai Mengyinyu, keeping a straight expression, continued, "There's one more thing. If I'm not mistaken, this doesn't seem to be a handicap game; at most, it's a game where you give a first move."

Although the current situation is very complicated, the basic outlines of the four corners are still visible, at least to the extent that she can see them with her skill level.

This is a situation where one person has two corners. If the player were to give the other two pieces a handicap, the shape of the corners would change significantly.

Thinking of this, Bai Mengyin subconsciously bit her lip.

I feel a little unconvinced.

Logically speaking, she should be the only one in this club who can win against Teacher Xian.

Suddenly, someone appeared out of nowhere and challenged her position.

She shifted her gaze, giving Ke Zhiguang a somewhat hostile look—

Fortunately, this person doesn't seem like a bad person.

The hostility lessened slightly.

—Will he really be able to discover that move?

Not long after, Ke Zhiguang stopped stacking the chess pieces. Just as he was about to place them, he noticed a large group of people standing around him, including several unfamiliar faces.

Moreover, these unfamiliar faces were all staring intently at Ke Zhiguang with expressions that said, "See you on the playground after school," which sent a chill down his spine.

what's the situation?

Does this mean if we lose this round, we'll be dragged out and beaten up?

"These are the team members who have returned from the training camp. I'll introduce them to you later when I have time," Cang Yuqiao said, taking the opportunity to introduce Ke Zhiguang when he noticed that Ke Zhiguang was distracted.

At the same time, he was frantically giving Ke Zhiguang a secret wink.

The gist is... how about we go easy on them this time? Let's lighten the mood and not embarrass the teacher in front of the students. Young people should have some sportsmanship.

Ke Zhiguang also noticed the signal in Cang Yu's eyes, pondered it, and interpreted it in his mind.

The gist is... this time, put in some effort and show everyone your skills!

Ke Zhiguang clenched his trembling fists, his gratitude beyond words.

—Indeed, every teacher hopes to become a stepping stone for their students, hoping that the students will advance by stepping on their corpses.

Ke Zhiguang nodded, returned a knowing smile, his eyes firm, and they reached a consensus.

Looking at the other person's expression, Cang Yuqiao felt much more at ease. It seemed that he also understood what society was all about.

The next moment, Ke Zhiguang suddenly sharpened the light in the corner of his eye and struck the chessboard with a flash of light.

It was exactly the precise digging that Bai Mengyinyu had in mind!

Cang Yuqiao felt a mouthful of blood well up inside him.

How can this young man have no sense of martial ethics? He's so ruthless!

Bai Mengyin's expression changed slightly. She hadn't expected him to actually use that miraculous move.

The students around them started whispering again.

Was that move a good one?

"It seems so, it can make Black's pieces suffer a lot."

"So, is Teacher Cang Yu now in a disadvantageous position?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe everything was within Teacher Cangyu's calculations, and he had already thought of a way to deal with it."

Most people were optimistic, but Cang Yuqiao and Bai Mengyinyu had become pessimistic, and the vice president followed suit.

Ke Zhiguang...is quite optimistic!

Cang Yuqiao was indeed prepared to respond.

First, he made a troubled expression and bit his thumb.

After much deliberation without success, I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally—

"Well done, Ke Zhiguang, you've improved again." Teacher Cang Yuqiao stood up with a face full of satisfaction, open and honest, her clothes fluttering in the wind.