Who asked him to play Go!

Chapter 157· The key is the War Eagle, so high star!

The moment the results were announced, fireworks burst out of the window.

It was a ceremony that the organizer had prepared long ago. The moment the chess game was settled, the pyrotechnic devices set up on the floating island were lit one after another, announcing to the sea the birth of the new title holder.

"New Dragon Cup winner, Shi Yu wins another victory!" Win the title of Japan’s Holy War! 》

"2000 million yen bonus!" They all belong to this post-00s boy! 》

"The key is War Eagle, so high star!" 》

"It's finally time to pop the champagne!" 》

The message that had been written long ago was pushed to users at the same time. After the New Dragon Cup a few months ago, the public saw the name Shi Yu again.

I just don’t quite understand it.

Why can he play in Japan? Could it be that the cherry blossom trees in my hometown have finally bloomed?

"Wonderful! It's so wonderful!"

It's so tiring.

But on the other hand, if Shi Yu can win this game, it will open up the door for the chess holy war, which will also be good for them.

"Yes, maybe within four months, we will fight."

A strange feeling of tipsiness fermented in my mind.

When Nie Lan sat up again from his dying illness, the first thing he did was to applaud.

There was just one thing that made him a little moody.

"Good guy, even if there are filial sons in Korea, there are also co-authors in Japan?"

Old rules.

Emotionally speaking, their attitude towards Shi Yu cannot be said to be secretly encouraging and heart-to-heart.

"Emma, ​​it's over." Kinoshita Yehu wiped the sweat from his head.

The charm of Go is most vividly reflected at this moment.

At least I would take a little straw man, stick a charm on it, and poke it back and forth.

Transforming all the time.

"It seems that Teacher Cao is right. After the New Dragon Cup, he has indeed succeeded in transforming into a dragon. This growth rate is too scary." A certain Korean 9th Dan sighed.

I somewhat regret quitting this rank.

Of course, it's not his fault. Only the devil knew that the Japanese Chess Academy was going to do something like this.

He is worthy of being regarded as his old enemy.

"Are the black men still there? Are the black men still there? Are they all asleep?"

The five tribulations lasted for hundreds of hands.

The game was torturous enough for the spectators, let alone the two players at the center of the storm.

Collect vegetables!

The only drawback is that it's a bit expensive.

"The fact that he can beat Jingshan in the Qi Jihad means that he has the ability to compete for the world championship, right?"

"You don't understand this. Some people just want to stand on the opposite side of the majority of people and oppose everything. That's their attitude."

Shi Yu's matches were as exciting to watch as ever.

Shi Yu's competition was another victory when he woke up.

Only such an enemy was worthy of Li Xiantie's tireless pursuit.

The contradiction between the two caused them to suffer internally.

It can be said that while he was pricking the little straw man, he was worried that he would really lose.

Over in South Korea, countless chess players also breathed a sigh of relief.

There is indescribable joy, indescribable excitement, and indescribable exhaustion.

While the seniors were whispering and expressing concern, only Li Xiantie relaxed completely and walked out of the room to take a breath of fresh air.

"Let's take a rest first, the stamina is too strong." Jingshan looked exhausted.

It still feels like I drank a very strong drink.

There is intrigue all the time.

After this game of chess, many chess fans from China to Japan may have to go to the ICU.

He was so tired that he had no time to cry over the loss of the championship and just wanted to take a good rest.

Although the process was slightly tortuous, the results were pretty much what everyone expected.

This game of chess is extremely complicated for them.

Otherwise, I would have a chance to win the title of Qi Saint!

"Do you want to review it?" Shi Yu waited for a while before asking.

Looking at the fireworks outside the window, Shi Yu was in a trance, returning to the night when he won the New Dragon Cup.

In his previous life, when Ding Liren defeated Niebo and won the championship, both sides felt neither joy nor sadness, nor even relief. They just lay on their chairs and rested silently, not bothering to move.

It's not just about fighting until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, it's simply about fighting until the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

Although this game is just a decisive battle for the Jihad title, far from the endless confrontation like the National Chess World Championship, it also illustrates a fact.

Intellectual chess games are indeed a sport that challenges the limits of human beings. Every soul that returns from the depths of the limit will be exhausted and unable to see the losses and gains in front of them.

The same is true for Shi Yu.

Although [Cultivation of Health and Breathing] works well, it still cannot repair the fatigue that reaches the depths of the soul.

"I will be lucky enough to fight you." Jingshan suddenly spoke after resting for a while.

"Huh?" Shi Yu was distracted and almost didn't hear what the other party was saying.

"It's nothing. I hope you enjoy the rest of your championship time." Jingshan smiled.

After saying this, he stood up, bowed to the event staff, and walked out of the room.

"What a pity. It was just a little bit close."

Saito was waiting for him at the door.

"It's already four and a half eyesight, the difference is just a little bit." Jingshan rubbed the back of his head helplessly.

"If it were an ordinary final game, the difference of four and a half eyes would be a big defeat, but this is a tribulation game, and the difference in numbers is of little significance."

"Okay, let's not discuss chess tonight. From now on, I will be confused." Jingshan smiled and waved his hand.

This is just like the college entrance examination is over. The first reaction of a normal student is of course to tear up the book to celebrate, and then hold the book to review. Maybe he has a serious illness, and it is recommended to go to St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital for recuperation.

"Have you found your own winning spirit?" Saito asked.

Jingshan nodded firmly: "Yes, I have found it. I want to be the number one in the world, not the number one in Japan. I want to go further on the road of chess."

Sometimes the outcome of a game of chess is so wonderful.

As long as you are not overwhelmed by pressure, you can break through the bottleneck and complete your level of improvement.

This is exactly why competitions train people.

If this were a normal small game, people would not be oppressed to such an extent, and their potential would naturally not be unleashed.

"Okay, it's good if you can understand. This shows that our title opening competition is not in vain." Saito smiled happily.

"I'm just a little sorry for the chess fans and seniors. You must be very disappointed in me, right?"

"It is true that many chess fans are disappointed, but even more chess fans have expressed their blessings to you and hope that you can take back what belongs to you next time." Saito patted Iyama on the shoulder.

"As for disappointing the seniors, they were all quiet after watching this game, and their emotions were very stable at the grave."

"Huh?" Jingshan was stunned.

Shi Yu came to the big chessboard and met Dazhu Yinghao again.

"Haha, Shi Yu, congratulations to you, you actually won the title of Qi Saint."

Dazhu put his hands behind his back and spoke like an elder. In a corner where the camera cannot reach, his hands behind his back were twitching wildly, as if he was rolling a spiral pill.

regret!

So sorry!

Dazhu bared his teeth in regret when he thought about his decision to select this boy into the competition.

Originally, I thought that the worst case scenario would be that Jingshan failed to hold on to his title and was crowned Qi Sage by an outsider.

Unexpectedly, the actual situation was even worse!

Not only is Qi Sheng gone, but even the title of Chess Saint is in a shaky situation.

It simply broke through the lower limit of expectations!

Is it really going to end up with this guy having a little chess master on his left hand and a chess master on his right hand?

The matter of Tongquechun locking up Er Qiao will not really happen, right? No way? No way?

"Thanks to you, Teacher Dazhu, I have the opportunity to win this championship. When you come to China, I promise to give you the best hospitality!"

This is especially true for Shi Yu.

It's a pity that now in front of the camera, some things are not clear.

Otherwise, he must be openly discussing with Mr. Otake now about applying for a card in Shinjuku City. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a JK or a maid, just click on it!

"No more nonsense, go and receive the award and see what you have gained this time."

Following the camera's perspective, Shi Yu held up the trophy symbolizing the title battle and a check for 2000 million yen.

Having said that, is this 2000 million yen considered the money of the Liao Shen family?

"Send some acceptance speeches. You can say this to the chess fans who support you, your future opponents, and the indispensable thank you to sponsors, and even to yourself!"

Dazhu encouraged appropriately.

This title battle is coming to an end.

Although along the way, he was either popping champagne or breaking defenses, but recalling it carefully, it was still a very unforgettable journey.

In this open war, the entire Japanese chess world was stimulated with unprecedented vitality.

Even when they lost in the end, they were all convinced. They not only recognized Shi Yu's chess prowess, but also recognized his personal charm. Let's call it charm.

Many old chess fans who are over fifty years old have also changed their minds and feel that foreign wars can still be properly conducted.

Look, after a foreign war, the hypotension symptoms that had troubled me for decades were immediately cured. What are others waiting for? Take action now!

cough cough.

Excluding the treatment of hypotension, this foreign war is still recognized by most old chess fans.

Defeat is naturally something that no one wants to see.

But everyone also clearly remembers the excitement when they followed Jingshan in the charge.

Is it really okay not to have something because I am afraid of losing it?

As for other stubborn ninth-dan ideas, forget them for now.

Wait until they wake up tomorrow.

If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. Leave tomorrow’s storm to tomorrow.

Hero Dazhu, open the champagne for the last time!

Holding the microphone, Shi Yu spoke thoughtfully:

"Thanks to my good brother Yagami Liao. His family sponsored this competition, which gave me the opportunity to achieve my dream to the highest level."

Dazhu was stunned.

Is this how you thank your sponsor for sponsoring?

If you have to say it, it's not impossible to say thank you like this, but the problem is... you personally sent Mr. Liao home, why are you so embarrassed to say this?

"Secondly, I also have to thank my relatives and friends who support me, as well as many chess fans. I can't repay anything in return. I can only do my best to provide more exciting games and give everyone more enjoyment."

"What? This game isn't good enough, is it? Is this how you repay someone?"

"As expected of Shi Yu, even if he tries his best to maintain self-restraint, he still can't suppress the chaotic aura in his body."

"Finally, let's meet again next year!" Shi Yu raised the trophy high.

The Holy War of Qi has officially come to an end.

Night enveloped Tokyo, and the city suddenly became colorful.

It's mid-March now and the weather is still a little cold.

But walking on the beach carrying the championship trophy, I didn't feel cold at all. Instead, I felt like driving a convertible through the palm tree avenue, like vapor waves.

"Succeeded! You really succeeded! Won the Japanese title!" Yu Ke shouted loudly.

"Teacher, your delay is too high, isn't it?" Shi Yu said.

"Nonsense, aren't I worried that I'm dreaming? What if I celebrate and you suddenly become second place?" Yu Ke said confidently.

Ok.

It seems that Teacher Yu has also become abstract.

"By the way, how many ranks can I be promoted to with this title of Holy Qi? Can I go directly to the ninth rank?" Shi Yu asked.

"It's a beautiful thought. Only the champion of the World Series can be promoted to the ninth dan. You have the title of Qisheng, but at best you are a domestic champion. You can stay in the seventh or eighth dan." Yu Ke smiled.

"Damn it, why did you really win the championship?" Yang Dingzhu looked at the trophy in Shi Yu's hand with an unspeakable feeling of envy and jealousy.

A few days ago, he was optimistic that Shi Yu would win the championship, but it was just his arrogant tactics. He was just waiting for Shi Yu to lose and fall from heaven to the bottom, so that he could laugh at him.

Why are you so arrogant? You really won the championship?

Although he was severely beaten by Shi Yu in the last round of round two, overall he was still at the same level.

But after just a few months, he seemed to have left himself a long way behind and even won the championship in one fell swoop.

Yang Dingzhu suddenly felt that it was his turn to be at the bottom.

Facing Shi Yu's championship, Ji Xuanhao still expressed his support and even took out the props he had prepared long ago.

A small military hat, a pair of small sunglasses, and a small pipe.

Mai Dashuai's suit is complete.

It seems that this five-star emperor is no longer capable.

"It's raining."

Lu Sizhu raised his head, looked at the night sky and said.

Yes, it's raining. It's like this in coastal areas like Japan. It rains all the time.

Rather than urging everyone to go back quickly, this light rain is better said to be the embellishment of this victory parade.

"Keep walking, the light rain feels good anyway." Shi Yu suggested, speeding up his pace.

"Hey! Why are you still running?" Yu Ke stretched out his hand.

"Wait for us!" Ji Xuanhao immediately followed.

"Oh, it's great to be young." Yu Ke shook his head.

Shi Yu didn't know why he was running, maybe it was just that the atmosphere was in place.

A foreign country, a championship trophy, continuous spring rain, and not having been out much for almost a whole month, he just wanted to have a good run.

The rain suddenly became heavier, but his speed did not slow down at all.

In a daze, the rain overlapped with the neon lights in the distance, outlining a dreamy runway that extended to the deepest part of the city.

Qi Jihad is just the first stop on this track. There will be more and more stops and more and more trophies to come.

Running with him were not only his three teammates, but also Jian Wusheng, Tang Zongxuan, Li Xiantie, and senior Qiu Song.

A long-distance run called Go.

"Go back, I'm tired from running." Shi Yu suddenly stopped.

"Is this the end of tonight?" Lu Sizhu asked, seeming a little reluctant.

"Anyway, there will be many more championship nights like this in the future, and we can continue to run in the future."

Shi Yu turned around in the rain, revealing a face that was washed away by the wipers.

His face showed expectations for the future.

(End of this chapter)