Xiaodouding from the junior high school all went to the scene to cheer, how can the high school still sit still
Not only the first and second year of high school, but also the third year of high school.
Is it cool to watch Sister Yue tear the scum with her hands in class
Is it important to review and cheer for Sister Yue
Of course not, so—
"Army attack!"
Seeing this, Zhao Tiejun, who was one step late, almost broke his throat: "Come back—come back to me—"
Unfortunately, the only response to him was the faster and faster pace of the students.
It disappeared from the field of vision in a blink of an eye.
"Director Xiong? Why are you here?"
"Cough... I'm passing by..." He adjusted his glasses guiltily.
"No, the junior high school has already started self-study at this point, you are not wandering around on your own territory, come to the high school... passing by?"
"That..." He put the colorful flag behind his back calmly, "Coincidence, purely coincidence."
Zhao Tiejun: "?"
"Then you are busy first, I'm going back." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
that direction...
Zhao Tiejun was taken aback.
Obviously not going back to the junior high school, but... towards the auditorium!
Looking at the small colorful flag in his hand that was too late to hide, Zhao Tiejun stared wide-eyed, unbelievable: "Old bear! You, you, you... actually took the lead in booing?!"
"Director Zhao, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
"Stop! Where are the junior high school students?"
Director Xiong froze all over, just walked forward with his head muffled, whether he could hear or not...
At nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Fuyue and Hamasaki Naohara took their seats on stage.
The auditorium, which is open to all, is full of seats.
The junior high school and high school consciously divide the area, sit and wait obediently, and do not need any teachers to maintain order.
As soon as Hu Yongwei came in, he was shocked by what he saw.
"Why, why are you here? Nonsense!"
The director of the Academic Affairs Office wiped off his sweat, and stepped forward bitterly: "Principal, this... can't be stopped!"
In the end, the representative of Huaxia persuaded: "It's a good thing that the students are so active. The learning method of keeping one's ears off the window and only reading the sage's books is outdated. As the saying goes, read more and listen more, and you can learn from practice!" It’s good for them to take a look, no matter how beautifully it is written in the textbook, it’s not as good as seeing it with their own eyes.”
"You are right." Hu Yongwei nodded again and again, "I am narrow-minded."
"No, you are just doing what a principal should do." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Hu Yongwei with a half-smile, "I still can't bear to drive them away in my heart?"
Just leave it here and wait for him to speak.
"You—" You're getting old!
Hu Yongwei denied it, smiled and touched his nose.
The chess competition is very simple. Two people play chess on the spot, and the winner will be determined in one game. If there is a tie, there will be more trials until the winner is decided.
Jiang Fuyue didn't wear a school uniform today. She wore a white shirt with black pencil pants, and the hem was tucked into a belt, making her waist look slimmer and her legs longer.
You don't have to do anything, just stand on the stage, and it will be the most beautiful scenery.
Hamasaki Naohara was still the same as yesterday, with hair hanging down his forehead to cover his eyes, plus his stature was not as good as Jiang Fuyue's, at first glance he looked like an inconspicuous gravel next to a pearl.
Both of them sat down, and after the judges gave an order, the competition officially started.
Jiang Fuyue takes the black, and Hamasaki Naohara takes the white.
To put it bluntly, Go is about planning and planning.
Jiang Fuyue saw that the white pieces were thrown at the small eyes on both corners. In order to keep the ground and the external situation in balance, the black had only...
She placed her fifth hand on "Tianyuan".
Coupled with the "three threes" and "stars" that she placed in the first and third hands respectively, this constitutes the layout of the "three three-star Tianyuan"—
One of the classic games in the history of Go!
It was first created by Mr. Wu Qingyuan in the 1930s in the game against Shuya Honinbo of R country.
Jiang Fuyue's layout now may not be without irony.
Compared to her calmness, Hamasaki Naohara shrank his pupils and raised his eyes suddenly.
Offstage—
"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly freeze? It feels a bit cold."
"Hamasaki Naohara's expression is not quite right, could it be... Sister Yue won in three moves? Damn! Do you want to be so awesome?"
"Speak less if you don't understand, lest people laugh out loud when they hear you."
"Hey, Xiaocao Ling, can you give me some popular science?"
Ling Xuan: "This method is called the 'Three-Three-Three-Three-Star Tianyuan' layout, especially Sansan, which was once stipulated as "Forbidden Hands" in the Honinbo Gate, also known as "Ghost Gate". It cannot be played like this. Mr. Wu Qingyuan back then Because of this way of playing, it caused a sensation in the chess world of country R, and it was regarded as a challenge to the old tradition of chess in country R... "
"Then why is Hamasaki Naohara so angry?"
Ling Xuan: "His Go master is a descendant of Honinbo, and he is also considered a Honinbo disciple."
"Hiss... Do you feel that you have been provoked? No wonder the look in Sister Yue's eyes has become fierce."
on stage—
Hamasaki Naohara: "You did it on purpose."
declarative sentence.
Jiang Fuyue generously admitted: "That's right, I did it on purpose."
"Wu Qingyuan played this kind of layout back then, but lost to senior Xiuzai in the end."
The implication is that if your ancestors lost, it is even more impossible for you to win!
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "But as far as I know, Xiuzai's 160th son was thought up by his disciple Maeda Chen Er? And it took three months."
Meaning, so what if you win? It is unfair and disgraceful for many people to win against one person.
Hamasaki Naohara clenched his cheeks tightly, his eyes burning with anger.
Jiang Fuyue settled down unaffected at all, and reminded him with a smile: "It's your turn."
This is a game without any fancy moves or opportunism. To win, you can only rely on real skills!
Jiang Fuyue fell so fast that she hardly needed to think.
In order to keep up with her rhythm, Hamasaki Naohara also subconsciously reduced the time for thinking.
Little did he know, he had already been led away by the nose invisibly.
An hour later, the chess game was over.
The judges came to the stage to count, and then announced loudly into the microphone—
"Black chess wins two eyes!"
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Three watches, two thousand words.
good night~