After all of us are reborn, who plays Go?

Zhan Lang was confused when he heard this. How did I fail?
No way? I won the game, but I still lost? You can't just ignore the rules and define Go like this? !
This is too much! Who would dare to play chess like this?
Zhan Lang turned to look at Fang Yuan with a confused look on his face. It was impossible for him to open a door, be illuminated by the light, and then travel to another timeline where he lost, right?
I was lucky to have traveled through time before, but now I just need to open a door? The nature of time and space is too unstable!

Fang Yuan was a little confused when he heard this. He looked at Zhan Lang who was looking at him in confusion and just shook his head. He didn't understand what was going on.

This is the Internet age. No matter what happens, it can spread across the country and the world in a second.

The underdeveloped communication technology has led to the slow dissemination of information. Normally, reporters outside the door should get the first-hand news, and this first-hand news should be announced after these people come out.

But, haven’t we announced the results of the competition yet?

Where did you get the news that we lost?!
Zhan Lang looked at the female reporter in front of him, who seemed to be taking pictures smugly, and at the other middle-aged reporters who looked dejected, and asked uncertainly, "That? It seems possible that I won, right?

If it doesn't work, can you verify it? Your source of information?"

Hearing this, several reporters looked at each other in bewilderment. Didn't they just hear that there was a power outage in the Chinese game room and the Chinese players had run out of time? How did they win?
Didn’t they say that there is no countdown time in this competition and that penalties will be imposed when the time is up?
The news that came more than ten minutes ago was that Zhan Lang was bound to lose and the Chinese team had already lost.

The photographer got anxious when he heard this: "Didn't you use up all your reserved time just now? Didn't you already lose? What are you talking about?"

You guy, you are not still pretending!
When Zhan Lang heard this, he immediately perked up. After all this time, you guys just got the news that the power-off retention time has expired and you thought I lost?

How brave!
Who gave you the courage to assume my victory or defeat!
However, communication technology is not well developed now, and it is impossible for the other party standing outside the door to receive the news of your victory in the first time. The first-hand news needs to be announced by yourself.

Unfortunately, the other party had already put himself in the situation and thought he had lost when he heard about a power outage.

Did you already have the content of the interview ready? Did you study journalism?

I haven't even finished the competition yet and you guys have already finished writing the press release, right?!

Thinking of this, Zhan Lang started shaking his hands: "That's right, I was delayed by two minutes due to the power outage... It seems to be more than that, it seems to be more than ten minutes.

Anyway, I only made a few dozen moves in the last few minutes and won the game, barely taking home the championship.

I am in a hurry to get to the award ceremony, as there will probably be interviews after the awards ceremony.

Now I think there may be some problems with your interview scripts. I will give you some time to revise the scripts and sort out the current situation before interviewing again.

Don’t let anything go wrong when the manuscript is sent out, because it will be a huge loss of face for all our journalist friends.”

After saying that, Zhan Lang simply turned sideways and walked through the crowd, leaving behind several reporters looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Won?"

"No? Didn't they say the reserved time has run out? There are only a few minutes left, and it's only been less than ten minutes? Can it be finished?"

"How could they win? How could they win under that situation?! Is that guy afraid of being interviewed and making fun of us? He wants to run away!"

The photographer who had been making sarcastic remarks all the time couldn't accept this. If Zhan Lang won, wouldn't all the words he had just said be a slap in his own face?

Aren't you an idiot?
How could I be such an idiot?!

No, Zhan Lang can’t win!
The middle-aged reporter shook his head when he heard this: "Impossible? No matter how unreliable a person is, he would never make such a joke in front of me, unless he doesn't want his reputation anymore."

Things like winning or losing are not difficult to verify. The most we have is that we are a little slow in receiving the information, not to mention that this is a nationwide broadcast.

After losing in front of the reporters, he still said that he won. Isn't this just slapping himself in the face? If the reports were exaggerated by people like him, it would be a huge disgrace.

How could there be such a stupid person in the world?

The most urgent thing is to find someone to verify whether they have won and how they won. Only in this way can we write a news release. And this also means that the news releases that everyone wrote while waiting outside should be directly scrapped.

The only possibility that everyone can think of for Zhan Lang to win is that Fujii Hideaki hits a big spoon at the last moment, the kind of spoon that he will never be able to make in his life, and in the end Zhan Lang takes a big advantage and makes a big comeback.

After all, although this kind of thing is rare, it does happen.

Fang Yuan looked at the other reporters who were discussing this and was about to move sideways, but the middle-aged man quickly grabbed him.

"Fangyuan Jiudan, I'm sorry I didn't see you just now. May I ask, did you really win the game?"

Zhan Lang has escaped, so we can’t let the other person involved in the case escape as well.

Fang Yuan felt his hand being grabbed and originally wanted to turn around and say that after the awards were presented, you could just ask Zhan Lang about the specific details.

What's your problem? I'm just a tool, are you rubbing salt into my wounds?
But as soon as Fang Yuan turned around, he met a middle-aged man with eyes full of expectation.

The other party didn't ask much, just asked a question.

Did China really win?
Fang Yuan was suddenly stunned at that moment, because he understood that the person who grabbed him at this time was not a reporter, but an ordinary Chinese chess fan.

He represented countless other Chinese chess fans in raising a question that they might not have dared to think about before.

Seek the answer to this question from yourself.

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and nodded: "We won, Zhan Lang won, China won."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned. He let go of Fang Yuan's hand and sat down on the ground.

Seeing this middle-aged chess fan who seemed to have suddenly lost his strength, Fang Yuan couldn't help but go up to help him up.

The other party seemed to come to his senses at this time, and just waved his hand: "No, let me relax for a while, I'll smoke a cigarette! I'll smoke a cigarette."

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette and lit it as he spoke. He lit it twice before it finally got lit. He put the cigarette in his mouth and took a trembling puff, then tears slid down his cheeks.

Did China really win?
Did a Chinese Go player defeat Japan's lifelong Go master Fujii Hideaki?
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man really started crying.

Ten years ago, four or five years ago, no, even before this competition started, no one dared to think about this question!
But they really won! China really won!
Then the middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and took out the manuscript about China's defeat from his pocket. He used all his strength to tear the manuscript into pieces and threw them into the sky!
"Holy shit! China won!"

Looking at the middle-aged man who seemed to be a little crazy with excitement, the photographer next to him said with a bit of sourness: "Isn't it just winning a game? What's there to be happy about? It was picked up by someone else."

The middle-aged man had just gone from disbelief to acceptance and was now feeling ecstatic, but when he turned around he heard an idiot next to him pouring cold water on him, especially an idiot who was not an idiot at all.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged uncle turned around and said fiercely: "I am a reporter now, so I will be reasonable with you!

If you don't want to reason with me, I graduated from a martial arts school and I know a little bit about fighting!
If you say another word, I will do as you said before and put the camera in your mouth!"

Seeing the angry uncle, the photographer seemed to be afraid and stepped back. He swallowed and said sorry.

Fang Yuan looked at the scene where a conflict was about to break out, and quickly stepped forward and patted the middle-aged reporter on the shoulder: "Brother, why bother with such an idiot? Come on, let's go to the award ceremony, and I'll tell you in detail how we won this competition.

Some people with cerebellar atrophy can only think of picking up spoons, and they can’t imagine how good other people are.”

(End of this chapter)