My Girlfriend is Yingriri

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"My name is Mizukoshi Mio." The short-haired primary school student raised his right hand, with a bright smile on his face, "I'm just nine years old this year, and Hashima-sensei is really a master of Ai-chan."

Teacher is an honorific name, once you become a professional chess player, you can get the title of [Teacher].

"I'm Ayano Sadazato." Another girl who was as tall as she was with a ponytail bowed and saluted, "Please take care of me."

Even though he was just a primary school student, he spoke quite seriously.

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded lightly: "Please give me more advice."

As for the last elementary school student...

"Oni-chan~" The blond-haired and blue-eyed young girl with blond hair and blue eyes, who had met before playing chess, raised her face and said softly, "Hug."

Who will hug you!The last time I participated in the third-stage promotion competition, I turned into a lolicon that everyone shouted and beat, and I almost died socially.

"Forget it." Kiyosuke Hashima shook his head, politely refusing, "The weather is too hot."

"Eh……"

Charlotte blinked, the sparkling pupils dimmed suddenly, and she withdrew her hands in disappointment.

Looking at the little girl who was depressed and bowed her head, a sense of guilt suddenly surged out. Kiyosuke Hashima sighed, reached out his hand to the top of Charlotte's head, and gently smoothed the hair.

"Ugh..."

It sounded like the pleasure of being petted by a cat.

This was followed by another grunt: "Whoa—"

Like a small animal that was robbed of food, it let out a warning sound of dissatisfaction.

"Master is too much!" Chu Heai puffed up her cheeks, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and asked the soul-torturing question on behalf of several elementary school students, "You are going to attack the elementary school students you met for the first time, what are you thinking, stupid master! "

"Eh?" the short-haired elementary school student Mizukoshi Mio tilted her head, "Don't you know Ai-chan? This is not the first time Hashima-sensei and Shire-chan have met, they..."

"Cough cough!"

Kiyosuke Hashima hurriedly interrupted the short-haired elementary school student, "Shall I do a magic trick for you?"

If Xiao Ai finds out that this is not the first time, and even has had a "victory kiss" super intimate contact, it is likely to be blackened on the spot, exuding a terrifying and murderous aura that makes the entire seminar dare not make a sound!

"Okay, okay." Mizukoshi Mio's eyes lit up, she nodded quickly and said, "I want to watch magic tricks."

The six-year-old blonde girl raised her little hand and said softly, "I want it too."

Yinzi pinched his waist with his left hand, held a folding fan in his right hand, patted his shoulder lightly, and said with disgust in his eyes, "Lolikong."

The new folding fan in her hand was a new product bought from a convenience store on the way, but there was no writing on it.

Kiyosuke Hashima pretended not to hear, took out a coin from his pocket, flicked his fingers, held it with his right hand, then blew a breath, opened his right hand again, and the coin in his hand disappeared without a trace.

Several pupils opened their eyes wide and diverted their attention one after another.

"The coins are literally missing."

"Eat meow?"

"Master, master, where did the coin go?"

"..."

Using the coin disappearing magic to successfully overcome the difficulties, the time has just come to today's ranking battle.

Kiyosuke Hashima took a few bouncing elementary school students to the second floor of the award meeting, and then entered the special competition room to participate in the competition.

Today's opponent is a Kuruno Tibetan from the professional B-level group, a middle-aged uncle in his forties, wearing glasses and a suit, looking quite elegant.

Seeing Kiyosuke Hashima sitting across from him wearing a shirt, the middle-aged uncle looked up and joked, "You're underestimated for not wearing a suit."

"It's too hot to go out in the morning." Kiyosuke Hashima slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, and explained, "It's always uncomfortable to wear a suit now."

The circle of professional chess players is so big, everyone looks up and sees down, basically there is no "life and death" enemy, it is better to say that many people have very good relationships in private, and often get together to drink and fart.

Don't think that professional chess players are very cold. In fact, many of them are uncles who pick their feet, and there are old men who are addicted to two-dimensional beautiful girl mobile games.

Although Kiyosuke Hashima has become a professional chess player, he does not have the emotions of being young and frivolous, arrogant and complacent at all. He treats his seniors with a lot of respect. Of course, he will not show mercy when playing chess.

For a chess player, showing mercy from an opponent is just an unspeakable humiliation.

"It's nice to be young."

The middle-aged uncle raised his hand and scratched his head, with a nostalgic expression on his face, "I am also a chess player who became a professional player in high school, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, it really feels like a dream..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged uncle suddenly stopped, with tears of sadness overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?"

Kiyosuke Hashima was shocked, the corners of his eyes would get wet when he recalled his life. Could it be that his past life was particularly miserable?

"hair……"

The middle-aged uncle spread his right hand, looked at his palm, and said with a sad tone, "Another one fell out."

Hashima Kiyosuke: "..."

The biggest crisis for middle-aged men is the hairline crisis.

Japan has the lowest obesity rate in the world. Whether it is the elderly or middle-aged people, there are not many fat people, because they will be fired by the company if they grow fat, and it is difficult to produce fat people with a light diet. But on the contrary, the hairline The line crisis is particularly serious, and more than [-]% of middle-aged men are in danger of going bald.

"Recently when I wake up in the morning, I can always see a few fallen hairs by the pillow... I didn't expect this day to come, and the anti-hair loss regrowth shampoo didn't help at all..."

Of course it didn't work!If a small bottle of shampoo can solve the crisis, who would endure so much pain for hair transplantation!

Kiyosuke Hashima couldn't help looking at the top of the middle-aged uncle's head, no wonder he combed his hair back, it turned out to block the thinning top of his head!

"It's almost time."

The uncle notary next to him raised his hand and touched the top of his head in pity, with a sad expression on his face: "You two can start the competition."

"Please advise."

The game starts soon.

Twenty minutes later, the winner was decided.

"I lost."

The middle-aged uncle threw himself to admit defeat, and seemed to still not be able to wake up from the sadness of hair loss, which made Kiyosuke Hashima always feel a little invincible.

"Thank you for your advice."

Hashima Kiyosuke bowed and saluted, got up and left the table, the sadness of hair loss could only be carried by the middle-aged uncle alone.

So far, Kiyosuke Hashima has participated in a total of three ranking matches, with a record of three wins and zero losses, not to mention the bonus of [-] yen. This record has attracted many people's attention. After all, the difficulty of amateur and professional competitions The gap is quite large. In history, there are many chess players who were promoted to the professional level and soon suffered a tragic losing streak. Being able to advance in the professional circle and continue to maintain the winning streak is undoubtedly the best proof of strength.

Walking to the door, I saw a few elementary school students looking around, and seeing Kiyosuke Hashima coming out, they all cheered.

"Master has won!"

"It's amazing how quickly he won against the teachers in the professional B-level group."

"Oni-chan is the best."

Kiyosuke Hashima would like to say that half of the reason for winning is because the middle-aged uncle is immersed in the sadness of hair loss and can't extricate himself, but think about it or forget it. When I was studying shogi with Ginko last night, I watched the video of the opponent's game, and I won. The odds are high already.

After the ranking match, Kiyosuke Hashima was planning to go back, but Ginko suddenly said, "Qingsuke, come here."

"what happened?"

Looking at the staff of the Shogi Alliance beside Ginko, Kiyosuke Hashima became curious.

"That's right, the Shogi Federation wants you to write something..."

The staff bowed and explained the situation in a concise tone. Kiyosuke Hashima quickly understood that the so-called thing was actually a 'calligraphy', the kind of calligraphy and painting that could be sold for money.

Chess players are already "public figures" and have many loyal fans and supporters. In order to strengthen the connection between fans and chess players, the Shogi Alliance launched the Mobao Project-every professional chess player must write some words and become an idol Items are sold, and fans who like them are naturally willing to pay for them.

What if you don't?

The professional chess players are all men, and many of them are big men who pick their feet. They are ugly and have a fierce voice.

"Writing..."

Kiyosuke Hashima rarely showed a hesitant expression.

Writing is nothing, and it’s not like taking off your clothes and dancing on a pole. The problem is that Kiyosuke Hashima’s calligraphy is really unsatisfactory.

There is a calligraphy class in the school//It’s true, but unfortunately there is only one class a week, and almost everyone in the class is fishing in troubled waters, and it has no effect at all.

"Mr. Hashima, is there a question?" The staff asked with a slight bow.

"no problem."

Hashima Kiyosuke recovered, with an apologetic smile on his face: "Let's go."

three minutes later.

In a calligraphy room, Kiyosuke Hashima looked at the paper, brush and inkstone in front of him, and gently pulled the corner of his mouth, feeling nervous.

Brush calligraphy was written for a while when I was in elementary school before time travel. After coming to this world, I only took a few calligraphy lessons. In order not to attract attention, I haven’t written a few words. Maybe not even a primary school student!

As a professional shogi player, it’s enough to play shogi well, so why sell characters?

This day is over!

"Look at what?"

Yinzi clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a slightly impatient tone, urging: "Hurry up and write."

Kiyosuke Hashima only felt a dull pain in his head, and looked at Ginko: "Why don't you write for me?"

"That..." The staff showed an embarrassed yet polite smile, "Metabolism is not allowed."

"You're weird."

Yinzi raised his small face and half-closed his eyes.

"Hmm..." Kiyosuke Hashima paused for half a second, "I'm trying to write something."

Yinzi said, "You can write anything."

"Is it okay to be gentle and cute?"

"Snapped!"