The work of the Go master

It seems that in a few years, Japan's bubble will burst, and it's very possible that Bai Mengyin will happily walk out of the University of Tokyo with her graduation certificate, only to find that the company she wanted to apply to has gone bankrupt.

But it's also possible that her creditors will go bankrupt, and then no one will chase after her for her debts; it's all uncertain.

"Let's work together. If we do well in this competition and get first place, our chances of getting into the University of Tokyo will be much higher."

"Well, what about you? Will you choose to become a professional Go player?"

"Yes, I've even ordered the suit."

"Really? That's an even harder path than getting into Tokyo University..." Bai Mengyinyu said slowly, quite envious of people who can make their own decisions.

It's a positive kind of envy, the kind that motivates her to strive for better.

Just like psychotherapy, it's about patients learning the power of doctors.

If someone she doesn't know flaunts their power to decide her own life in front of her, she would probably feel the same envy, but in a negative way—jealousy.

She was so glad that she could chat with Ke Zhiguang so closely that night, like they were sheltering from the rain under the same roof.

The rain outside the window continued to drip, like a scene from an empty room.

Ke Zhiguang stared wide-eyed at the unfamiliar ceiling.

I inexplicably overheard some rather heavy topics.

He was suddenly reminded that this world was actually too realistic, leaving no room for idealism and fantasy in the places where it should be cold.

Fortunately, he has a great talent for Go, and it is also his interest. For him, it is like living the life of an artist in the Renaissance, displaying his talent and being rich and carefree. As long as he doesn't go against the church or have a relapse of depression, he can secretly add some blasphemous things.

He must cherish this gifted ability he has received from heaven.

"I'm going to sleep now."

"Thank you for listening to so many of my negative emotions." Bai Mengyin closed her eyes. Tomorrow, when she got to school, she would still be the star of that club.

To adjust his sleeping position, Ke Zhiguang turned over and faced the other side.

But as he turned over, he saw something out of place.

Beneath the coffee table, on the floor piled with several chess books, appeared several items that could be displayed by the system.

【? ? ? 】

The paper looks like a flyer.

It's here, it's finally here.

It seems the Weather Doll really works. If it hadn't brought rain in time, Ke Zhiguang wouldn't have been able to sleep here, and he wouldn't have discovered this tricky, hidden spot.

"President, could you turn on the light?"

"Hmm." Bai Meng's first thought was that he needed to use the restroom.

After the lights were turned on, Ke Zhiguang went straight to the coffee table and picked up the flyers underneath.

"Ke-jun, that's him!" Bai Mengyinyu immediately became anxious and crawled out from under the covers.

But Ke Zhiguang turned his body to the side, insisting on watching.

Her anxiety further suggested that there might be something wrong with the flyers.

"This is..." Ke Zhiguang was slightly puzzled.

Each flyer features a chess game, or rather, just a layout; nothing else is shown, making it remarkably clean.

The layout on the flyer wasn't the conventional one, but rather resembled some kind of fancy Go game, with the white and black stones tightly packed together around the nine star points, like a beginner's random arrangement.

There are also some large, fixed-form diagrams where all four corners are incomplete.

In short, none of these routes can be reached using normal methods.

Is this the question?

That's all Ke Zhiguang could think.

But should White or Black move first?

What is the purpose?

An eerie feeling emanated from the flyer, as if touching a dusty, dark magic book.

The system keeps displaying 【???】

In terms of visual effects, these flyers also emit a faint black aura, in wisps.

He would believe it if someone told him the leaflet contained a pathogen.

Could it be that Bai Meng was infected and turned evil by this?

"President, what is this?" Ke Zhiguang asked.

"this....."

Is there something you're having trouble saying?

Bai Mengyinyu shook her head: "No, no... When I got home yesterday, I found these chess scores on my door. I don't know who put them there."

Have you ever set up these chess pieces?

"I just found it interesting; I didn't have any other thoughts."

Ke Zhiguang didn't look the other person in the eye while speaking, afraid that his serious attitude would affect the other person's tone and make something unusual out of nothing.

Besides, he wasn't the kind of expert who could instantly tell whether someone was telling the truth or lying.

He could only sense that Bai Meng had withheld some crucial information.

"Let's set it up now. I'm very interested in these chess positions." Ke Zhiguang sat down in front of the chessboard on the coffee table and began to set up the pieces.

Bai Meng did not object and sat down opposite the chessboard to study it as well.

Without a doubt, the Swamp Lord was the one who delivered these leaflets, an act that can be interpreted as poisoning.

What if I set it up myself and get poisoned too?

Ke Zhiguang was both curious and interested, revealing a cat-like tendency to court death.

After all, for him, playing chess can solve all problems. Even if he is really poisoned, it should be over in a game of chess, the kind of game he plays against the Grim Reaper. He just hopes the Grim Reaper won't throw Crescent Moon Slash.

That's right, the name of this show is "I can solve all problems by playing Go".

However, half the night passed without any mystery being revealed. Ke Zhiguang stared blankly at the rainy night for a while before lying down again.

A strange chess notation.

The black poison that was released.

Lord of the Swamp.

Many clues intertwined in his mind.

Finally, a flash of inspiration led to an answer that should have been thought of long ago.

Actually, all I need is five million, but it needs to be paid this year.

If we exclude going into business, then gambling is really the only option left.

As for Bai Mengyinyu, her best place to go is probably...

Black Market.

"So you mean to hammer that spot, huh? Next..." Ke Zhiguang muttered, feeling incredibly relieved after figuring it out. He yawned and fell asleep.

Shortly after he fell asleep, a faint, ethereal voice floated out from nowhere: "That place isn't so easy to conquer."

Chapter 47 7UP is so delicious!

The National High School Team Competition officially started on April 24th.

Early in the morning, buses carrying participating teams from various schools arrived at the venue, and parents' private cars filled the school gates, making it look like a grand ceremony.

The competition was held over four days, with a different school each day. Newspaper reporters followed the matches every day, and the game records were published in newspapers. Interviews with some of the featured students were also published in magazines. It was also said that some talent scouts were keeping watch at the school gates.

According to Japanese tastes, high school girls are considered cute no matter what they are associated with, whether it's playing mahjong, driving a tank, or playing Go, which is just a basic skill.

At the opening ceremony of the competition, team members from 64 high schools, dressed in their school uniforms, entered the gymnasium to participate in the ceremony. Naosaka Kuranosuke, as a guest of the Go Association, delivered a speech.

After a lengthy opening ceremony, the competition finally began—

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and people were coming and going on campus.

At this time, Shizuka also quietly slipped in, wearing a low-key hat, mask, and sunglasses, and had even changed into a small jacket, covering herself up completely.

—Perfect. Now no one will recognize me, whether it's a passerby or him.

Today is the start of the team competition, and she came to watch the competition as agreed with Ke Zhiguang.

—No, no, no, of course it wasn't because of my promise to him; I just wanted to come and watch the competition.

Passing through the school gate and following the signs, we arrived near the stadium where the competition was being held. Along the way, we saw competition staff, family members of participating students, school leaders and well-known figures in the industry chatting and laughing on the lawn, and photographers searching for lenses in the corridors.

The entire campus has the feel of a school festival open day, and if you look carefully, you might even find a maid café run by the students.

Inside the stadium, 32 chess tables were set up, each occupied by a pair of fierce young men, creating a spectacular scene. The seemingly quiet space was actually the site of an intense battle, much like a boxing match.

In the corridor outside the gymnasium, there are 32 large chessboards, each corresponding to a game inside, and teachers are explaining the game to parents in front of the large chessboards.

Harushima Deer watched all of this with curiosity.

—So this is the school for high school students. It's surprisingly nice.

"Yo, Harushima, you've arrived." Ke Zhiguang's voice appeared like a ghost.

The deer on the island of Harushima bristled as if its tail had been stepped on.

"Ah! Kojiro, why are you here?" Harujima Shika asked in surprise, thinking, "Aren't you in the competition?"

What puzzled her even more was how the other person could recognize her at a glance, even though she was so heavily armed.

"I'm the vice-captain, second to last. There's no match today. By the way, are you wearing that... a cold?" Ke Zhiguang couldn't help but think this when he saw the other person wearing a mask.

"Well...yes, I've been coughing a bit lately, but please don't misunderstand, I didn't come to watch your match specifically. I'm just here to watch the game normally, nothing more." Harushima Shika put her hands on her hips, assuming a coughing posture. "But, how did you recognize me at a glance?"

"You... are you hard to recognize?" Ke Zhiguang scratched a tuft of hair on his temple with his index finger, expressing his doubt.

I feel like no one but her would wear those pigtails anymore.