Zongman: The post-2D era

Yukinoshita Yukino stared at the screen of her mobile phone in silence, turned to look at Feng Feng, and put her fingers together to point at Feng Feng's desk.

"Are you going to go toe-to-toe with Hinazuru Ai this afternoon? Bullying elementary school girls?"

"This shogi tournament is a trap set by Yuuki Sekai and Nogi Sonoko for you. You don't have to go."

Feng Feng frowned slightly, put down his phone, looked up at Yukinoshita Yukino, his eyes shining brightly.

He smiled softly, reached out and held Yukinoshita Yukino's fingers on the desk, and whispered: "Yukino, I know this is their trap, but I have to go."

He looked at his phone again. The advertisement on the screen that offered a 10,000 yen reward for winning a regular match was dazzling and tempting.

He took a deep breath, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "I am indeed short of money recently, this game is an opportunity for me."

Feng Feng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky in the distance. His back looked particularly lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun, yet with a hint of determination.

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him quietly, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes, as if she was worried about his decision, and as if she admired his courage.

Yukinoshita Yukino pursed her lips, held her wallet tightly with both hands, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

She looked up at Feng Feng, only to see his back looking even more determined in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The class bell suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the classroom. The students returned to their seats and the teacher walked into the classroom.

Yukinoshita Yukino watched Feng Feng slowly walk back to his seat, and couldn't help but secretly complain in her heart: Why don't you ask me for money if you don't have money...

At noon, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light on the paths across the campus.

The cafeteria was crowded with people, and the noisy sounds and the wafting aroma of food were intertwined. Feng Feng, however, had no intention of paying attention to these things. He walked straight to the counter in the corner, where the cheapest bread was placed. He ordered one with ease and waited quietly.

Feng Feng walked alone on this familiar path, his heart full of determination. He took a bite of the bread in his hand, his steps firm and powerful.

The softness and sweetness of the bread melted in his mouth, as if giving him confidence and courage.

The cell phone suddenly rang, and Feng Feng came back to his senses from his thoughts. Seeing the caller ID showing it was Kuzuryuu Yaichi, he frowned slightly but quickly answered the call.

"Hello, is this Feng Feng? This is Kuzuryuu Yaichi." The unique boyish voice of Kuzuryuu Yaichi came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, Bayi, what's the matter?" Feng Feng tried to stay calm.

"I heard that you are going to have a duel with my disciple Hinazuru Ai this afternoon. How about it? Are you confident that you can win?" There was a hint of teasing in Kuzuryuu Yaichi's voice.

Feng Feng was silent for a moment, then said firmly: "I will try my best to let you go."

"You bastard, I've signed up too. If I win, I, the Dragon King, will make sure you're in trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Feng's mood became complicated. He knew that Jiutou Long Yayi's words were not a simple inquiry, but a test of his current situation.

"I can't help it. I really have no money!"

In the afternoon, Feng Feng did not back down. He took a deep breath, finished the bread, then stood up and walked towards the competition field with determination.

The atmosphere outside the stadium was extremely tense, and the audience's eyes were focused on the entrance. Feng Feng walked through the crowd, his eyes firm and confident.

When he walked into the competition venue, everyone's eyes were focused on him, as if he was the focus of the game.

Feng Feng felt a strong pressure while sitting in front of the chess board. However, he was not overwhelmed by the pressure. On the contrary, he strengthened his determination.

He stared at the chessboard and began to think about his first move. His fingers gently touched the chess pieces, feeling their texture and weight.

Then, he decisively placed the chess piece on the board and started this crucial game.

Opposite Feng Feng, sat a little girl in elementary school uniform. Her hair was neatly combed into a watermelon head, and she wore a cute beret. Sitting on a delicate cushion, she looked like a vivid doll.

Hinazuru Ai's eyes are big, full of innocence and curiosity. Although she is facing a serious shogi game, she seems unusually calm, even a little naughty.

Hinazuru Ai's fingers were slender and flexible. She gently grasped the chess piece and placed it firmly on the board. Every time she placed a chess piece, she exhaled clearly, as if announcing her determination and courage to the world.

The game started, and the host began his commentary with a joking tone.

He stood behind Feng Feng, his eyes moving between the chessboard and Feng Feng, his tone full of obvious sarcasm: "It seems that our player Feng Feng is facing an elementary school student today. I wonder if he will show mercy?"

Feng Feng frowned slightly, but did not look back, just staring at the chessboard intently. He understood the host's intention, which was to shift the focus of the game from the chess game itself to the age difference between him and his opponent, trying to arouse the audience's dissatisfaction and doubts about him.

However, Feng Feng doesn't care about these. He believes in his own strength and respects every opponent.

In the spacious and bright competition field, the sound of chess pieces hitting the chessboard is crisp and pleasant, like ancient music flowing quietly.

The host's rhythmic commentary and the sound of chess pieces intertwined together, adding a bit of tension and excitement to the shogi game.

Feng Feng sat in front of the chessboard, his eyes sharp and focused, as if he could see every subtle change on the chessboard. His fingers slid gently on the chessboard, and every move he made seemed steady and powerful.

Hinazuru Ai, the little girl in elementary school uniform, frowned, obviously having encountered a problem. In the 51st move, the move of the 75th car put her in a dilemma.

Her little hands hesitated on the chessboard, and the chess pieces spun around her fingertips, as if telling of her confusion and struggle.

Like this, like this, and then walk like this... No... like this..."

Hinazuru Ai's movements when playing chess are very adorable, her body sways gently as the chess pieces move, as if she is performing an elegant dance.

Feng Feng glanced at the chessboard and saw that the situation was quite favorable for him. He looked up at Hinazuru Ai across from him and found that she was frowning, her face was red and sweaty, and her little hands were hesitant on the chessboard.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the entire stadium fell into silence.

Feng Feng coughed lightly and broke the silence: "Hinazuru Ai, you seem to be in trouble."

Hinazuru Ai raised her head, her big eyes gleaming with determination: "I haven't lost yet, Mr. Fengfeng."

Feng Feng smiled slightly, with a hint of seriousness in his tone: "Then why don't you admit defeat? Perhaps, you can tell me what you want, and I can consider buying it for you."

Hinazuru Ai pouted her little mouth slightly, with a gleam of unyielding spirit in her eyes, and her little hands tightly grasped the chess piece, as if looking for the last hope.

Then, she decisively placed the chess piece on the board, the sound clear and firm.

"I will not give up, Mr. Feng Feng." Her voice was full of confidence and determination, "I believe I will win."

Chapter 671: Yasha God Tianyi's Shogi

Wednesday, May 3

Feng Feng looked at the move on the chessboard, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that a ten-year-old girl could find such a solution, which made him admire her strength even more.

"Very good, Yasha Shen Tianyi." He smiled and nodded, "It seems that you are really capable and have studied my game yesterday carefully."

"But this move is a trap! It's over."

As the sound of chess pieces falling rang out, Feng Feng looked at the elementary school girl opposite him who was lowering her head and burying her face in the darkness, and scratched his forehead.

Yaksha Shen Tianyi was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "I... lost."

The host announced the result and handed the 20,000 yuan prize to Feng Feng, with a few sarcastic laughs.

Yaksha God Tianyi seemed to have received the signal and started to cry.

"Wu, I'm sorry Hinazuru Ai, I couldn't avenge you."

"You said yesterday that you would use the prize money to buy birthday presents for your friends after the game and share this joy with them."

"Sorry……"

Feng Feng placed his hand on Yaksha Shen Tianyi's black hair, feeling the smooth hair.

"Little Yasha Shen Tianyi, stop crying. Big brother will treat you to something to eat, okay?"

Yashashen Tianyi raised his head, put down his hands that were moving in front of his eyes and pretending to cry, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Brother, the photographer is in the middle of filming and cannot go back on his word!"

Feng Feng sighed, took Yaksha Shen Tianyi's hand and walked out of the competition venue.

As we walked out of the arena, the bustle of the street hit us. On the big screen, the broadcast of the shogi tournament was going on vigorously, and the audience was enthusiastic and talking about it.

Feng Feng held the hand of Yaksha God Tianyi and walked among the crowd. People cast curious glances at him from time to time.

"Hey, isn't that a contestant of the Shogi tournament?" A voice sounded in the crowd, and then someone walked towards them.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Feng Feng? I really like your style of play. Can you sign an autograph for me?"

A young man excitedly took out a notebook and pen and handed them to Feng Feng.

Feng Feng took the pen with a smile, signed his name, and handed it to the young man. The young man took the signature and jumped up happily.

Seeing Feng Feng so popular, Yaksha Shen Tianyi suddenly felt a surge of unwillingness to admit defeat. She kicked Feng Feng's trouser leg with her small leather shoes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bit of mischief and stubbornness.

"Humph, one day, many people will like my style of chess and ask me for autographs!"

After saying that, Yaksha Shen Tianyi took Feng Feng's hand and walked towards the high-end restaurant they were targeting.

The two walked towards a high-end restaurant, and Yasha Shen Tianyi's steps were full of determination and expectation. The restaurant's light softly sprinkled on her young face, adding a bit of firmness to her eyes.

Feng Feng looked at her and sighed. This little girl must want to bankrupt him.

The two of them sat by the window in the restaurant, and the sunlight shone through the window onto the table, adding a bit of warmth to the cozy scene.

Feng Feng ordered a steak, while Yashashen Tianyi chose a children's meal, her little face full of anticipation.

"Tianyi, your move just now was actually very creative, but there are still some areas that need improvement."

Feng Feng picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of steak, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Yasha Shen Tianyi nodded and said seriously: "Big brother, I know I still have a lot of shortcomings. But I will work hard, and one day I will beat you."

Feng Feng looked at her with a smile, his eyes gleaming with encouragement: "I believe in you, Tianyi. As long as you keep this passion and determination, one day you will stand at the top of the shogi world."

After they finished their meal, Feng Feng took out his wallet from his pocket, took out the bonus bill and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter took the money, smiled and nodded in thanks.

Feng Feng stood up and glanced at the Yaksha God Tianyi beside him. There was an expression of satisfaction and a successful prank on her face.

"Tianyi, let's go." Feng Feng said softly, with a hint of tenderness in his voice.

Yaksha God Tianyi nodded, followed Feng Feng obediently out of the restaurant, and stole a glance at Feng Feng from time to time.

Feng Feng walked in front, his back looking particularly tall and straight in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Are you satisfied, little girl?"

The Yaksha God Tianyi silently stared at Feng Feng's back, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

"Well, how about I pay for the meal just now..."

"No need, I'm not so poor that I need an elementary school student to treat me, even though your family is rich..."

The two walked on the street, surrounded by bustling crowds and traffic.

Feng Feng didn't look back, but just walked silently, as if thinking about something.