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Chapter 7 7. Great Demon King

“7月24日上午，2008年交通杯中国围棋职业段位赛定段组的比赛在杭州结束。经过13轮比赛的激烈争夺，男子组最后14个定段名额最终出炉。

Among the four quotas determined in advance, Fan Ruoyu and Wan Fang were selected in advance with a record of 9 wins and 1 loss.

At the same time, Wanfang player is also the oldest player in this fixed-stage competition, becoming a professional player at the age of 17 years and 9 months. "

Yu Renjian rubbed his head and sighed while reading the news report on the phone.

"It's over, professional players have come to us to blow up fish ponds."

Lu Jingjing, who didn't understand the situation, said indifferently: "So what? Didn't you say that Ying Jie is very good?"

"No, that's a professional chess player!
Do you know what a professional gamer is?There are only 300 active professional players in China, and less than 20 people can become professional chess players every year, and each of them is an elite among the elite.

Ying Jie is very powerful, but others are even more powerful. They are all rolled out of the fixed stage hell day after day, and they don't know how many games of chess they can play in a day.

We can't win, we can't use our hobbies to challenge other people's careers. "

For most people, professional chess players only appeared on TV and news reports. Although Yu Renjian knew that Ying Jie was very strong, it was impossible to win against professional players no matter what?
Totally impossible!
"Don't forget, this is a team race, we can race horses with Tian Ji!"

Three sets of Zhang Zhipeng said at this time: "The top four is against the middle one, the middle one is against the bottom one, and the bottom one is against the top one.

Let Lu Jingjing go down with that professional player, just like what Ying Jie said before, severely pollute his database!As long as we win all three games, we can still advance. "

"Who is the inferior horse?!"

When Lu Jingjing heard this, she immediately became impatient. When talking about tactics, just talk about it. What do you mean by waiting for a horse?What about cursing?
Yu Renjian nodded when he heard this, and affirmed his teammate's tactics: "Yes, as long as Ying Jie doesn't play against him, he will definitely win that match. If the two of us play against other players, the probability of winning is relatively high."

"No, the next game will be my general."

Listening to the two people discussing tactics, Ying Jie shook his head and rejected their suggestion.

"Ying Jie, that's a professional player, he's different from ordinary players."

Yu Renjian wanted to persuade him again, but Lu Jingjing jumped out to support Ying Jie: "What's the difference? I think Ying Jie can kill randomly."

Don't ask why?Asking is a woman's intuition.

"..."

Yu Renjian looked at the two people who were singing together, and then turned to look at another teammate.

Looking at the gazes from his teammates, Zhang Zhipeng said indifferently: "I don't care, as long as the competition is happy, it doesn't have to be a result."

"The words are..."

"Don't worry, I can win."

Ying Jie patted Yu Renjian on the shoulder, expressing his relief.

It's just a profession that has just been determined, and its strength will not be too strong by the level of the division.

"Okay, you're about to lose, treat me to dinner tonight!"

Seeing the 3-1 situation on the field, Yu Renjian could only nod helplessly.

Anyway, it's just an ordinary competition, just like what Zhang Zhipeng said, the most important thing is to be happy, and the most important thing is to have less prize money.

Happy Go.

You can't blame Yu Renjian for being worried, just like there is a top student in your class, everyone admires him, but one day a Tsinghua youth class came to participate in the competition.

Although everyone thinks that Xueba is very powerful, but the legendary things like the Tsinghua Junior Class, everyone will feel that the Xueba who can see and feel around them will definitely be stronger.

After all, the sense of mystery can be blessed.

On the other side of the stairs of the gymnasium, four contestants from Tzu Chi Middle School were eating boxed lunches.

"I heard that several other schools are almost scared to pee."

"The bishop of the No. [-] Middle School has a bloody face. I heard that he went to the referee to report it. I really can't afford to lose."

"No way, who made Wan Fang a professional chess player, a master!"

"Come on, big brother, drink Ice Kuo Le."

Compared with other teams, Tzu Chi Middle School, which has professional players, is full of cheerful atmosphere.

Wan Fang, who took the Coke, listened to the flattery of his classmates, and talked eloquently: "The leader of No. [-] Middle School said before that what he called Qiangye Wu was purely the bottom of the amateur [-].

If it is placed in the dojo in Hangzhou, the last place at the bottom will not be able to make it, and it will not be accepted at all. The level is not up to, you know, the level of admission is not up to the mark. "

"That is."

"However, you guys should be a little more careful. After all, this is a team competition. If all three of you lose, I will still be eliminated if I win.

Han Gang almost lost just now. "

Han Gang, who was named, immediately said: "Don't worry, I will go directly to the fourth stage in the next round, and at least one victory will be guaranteed. As long as you win again, you will definitely advance."

"kindness."

When Wan Fang heard this, he nodded in satisfaction. After all, he is already an adult bullying a child when he participates in this kind of competition as a professional player, in case he loses.

Don't mess around in the professional chess world if it spreads.

"The beginning of Wanfang?"

While Wan Fang was blowing water with his classmates, someone behind him suddenly called his name.

"what?"

Wan Fang turned his head strangely when he heard the voice, then his eyes straightened up, and he couldn't help swallowing.

"... Teacher Qi."

"I heard that you successfully fixed a stage last year, congratulations." Qi Zhenxi looked at Wan Fang and nodded, and said something.

Hearing Qi Zhenxi's praise, Wan Fang felt a little embarrassed: "It's just luck, it happened to be scheduled for the last year."

An 18-year-old Dingdan is a naked older chess player. Even if his score ranks No. 2 in the fixed-dan competition, only one team in the second-tier Go League is willing to recruit him.

"It's nothing. This year, South Korea's Han Sang-hoon won four professional nine-dans including Niu Xiaochun, Lu Li, Park Yonghao, and Liu Jing in the first stage, reached the final of the Samsung Cup, and competed with Gao Yongxia for the world championship.

Like you, he only became a professional player at the age of 18, don't belittle yourself, never lose confidence in yourself! "

At those words, Wan Fang nodded immediately: "Teacher Qi, don't worry, I will definitely work hard!"

"Well refueling."

Qi Zhenxi patted Wan Fang on the shoulder encouragingly. After all, there are rarely two professional players in the same prefecture-level city.

I originally wanted to attract Wan Fang to my dojo, but the parents of the other party wanted their children to be closer to themselves, so they sent them to Hangzhou to learn chess, but the final result is good.

"By the way, why are you here? Shou invites you to play guiding chess?"

Qi Zhenxi suddenly asked a little strangely, he had waited for Ying Jie all morning in his chess hall.

Then I heard in the next issue that there was a middle school go game, although I felt that Ying Jie shouldn't waste time on this kind of game, but Qi Zhenxi still came to try his luck.

By the way, let's see if there are any other good seedlings in my hometown, after all, it's not easy to come back.

Hearing this, Wan Fang's ears turned red, like a student who was caught climbing over the wall.

Qi Zhenxi didn't notice Wan Fang's abnormality, but asked, "Is there someone named Ying Jie in today's competition?"

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