Cherish the time

The day after Tanabata was the second contest between Shinto Hikari and Kuwahara Jin.

Jin Tengguang could only regretfully push back the schedule of the lesson and the valley for another day.

With the previous game ahead, Shinto Hikari was a little more wary of this old guy.

In the preface stage this time, his layout is not small, but the picture is not big. He only has plans for the upper right and lower left open spaces, and only a few places for the rest of the position. .

Seeing his cautious steps, Kuang Yuan smiled and followed him to surround the field.

Therefore, until the hand, apart from a few unintentional small frictions, there was no real confrontation between the two sides.

In the first hand, Kuwahara stood up and down, and had a head-on conflict with Shinto on the upper right field, but Shinto avoided the border confrontation and turned the spearhead to the central hinterland. Since then, the two sides have shifted from field battles to air battles.

The rhythm of the moves gradually picked up.

From more than one minute to 30 seconds to 20 seconds to 15 seconds to ten seconds and five seconds——

The chess pieces fall faster and faster.

The two players in the game refused to give in to each other, the moves were like the sound of rain, and the rhythm of the whole game was dizzyingly fast.

But the hearts of the two are extremely clear.

Soaring all the way to move 142, Kuwahara suddenly cut off the rhythm and closed his eyes to meditate.

Shinto looked at him suspiciously.

Kuwahara didn't pay any attention to it, and just kept this posture and sat quietly with his eyes closed until today's first round of closing chess.

After Kuwahara filled out the game record, put it in an envelope, and handed it to the person in charge, Shinto left his seat and prepared to eat.

But Kuwahara waved to him in a good mood.

Shinto slandered "Old Fox", raised the corner of his mouth slightly and walked to the side of the old man.

"Little guy," Kuwahara smiled and hugged his shoulders, "Guess where I sealed the game?"

"I don't know." Shinto showed quite indifferent, "I'll know when I come back this afternoon, right?"

"I'm in a good mood right now, so it's okay to tell you," Kuwahara continued as if he didn't hear his reply, "—9 out of ten, it's called eating."

Shinto nodded, "Really, thank you Kuwahara-sensei."

"You're welcome, you're welcome!" Kuwahara patted him on the shoulder, put his hands back behind his back, "Hey hey hey...hahahahahahaha——" Then he laughed and walked away.

Seeing his leaving figure, Shinto shook his head slightly.

"It really is an old fox. 』

——For the first time in his life, he agreed with Ogata's comment on Kuwahara so much.

Shinto was not affected by Kuwahara's words at all, and passed the noon calmly.

——But what if the person who heard this sentence was not him?

Shindo thought about it for a while, then couldn't help but sighed.

For a while, Ogata's previous second challenge seemed justifiable.

In the afternoon, the game started again, and Kuwahara was sure to make a 9 out of [-] move—a success.

Shindo was unmoved and joined hands elsewhere.

Kuwahara raised his cloudy eyes to look at him, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, this time he didn't intend to think long, he just smiled and let go.

The duel between the two sides continued. Not only did the battle return from the air to the field, but the speed of the moves also returned to normal levels.

The current board looks like this, and the chess shapes of both sides are quite solid. There is no situation where the big dragons bite each other. Such leadership is not enough.

——If you want to win...

Shinto raised his eyebrows in thought, curled his left index finger on his knee slightly, and gently tapped his knee bone.

At the same time, another vast picture unfolded in his mind.

——Thousands of thousands of identical chess records are drawn on it.

But as the chess pieces fell one by one, the original same game records gradually evolved into different situations, and as each situation gradually became clear, the remaining chess records on the scroll became more and more complicated. few.

At the same time, the black chess piece inlaid on the bracelet gave off a faint purple light...but no one noticed.

The human brain's storage capacity is excellent, but its calculation ability is not very good. For an ordinary person, being able to complete three-digit four arithmetic operations within one second is considered very powerful.

Like Shindo Hikaru, who completed a calculation of more than ten megabytes in less than one minute-this is the result of exclusion through experience and logic-it can no longer be considered in the category of human beings.

But he has no concept of it.

So he just smiled slightly, followed the last remaining chess record, and made a new move.

There was a soft "snap".

Shinto raised his head, looked into Kuwahara's eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled back.

In the game in the afternoon, the two sides entangled in the upper left for a long time, fighting a difficult "big avalanche" situation, Shindo immediately counter-killed Kuwahara by "standing all the way", and resolved all the hidden methods of Baiqi with a brilliant move .

Seeing that the situation in the upper left was settled, Kuwahara decisively gave up the fight for the upper left, and turned to attack the lower left where Shinto had been operating.

However, Shinto responded with a certain degree of control, and he was quite skilled in timing and setting, Kuwahara failed to take advantage of it.

After some scrambling, most of the afternoon has passed.

Then to 270 six moves, Kuwahara once again fell into the long test.

With the experience at noon first, Shindo was mentally prepared for this, and did not express any doubts.

Sure enough, until the bell rang at six o'clock, Kuwahara did not drop another son, but sat there smiling and accepted the envelope handed over by the person in charge.

This time, Shinto didn't move first, but walked to his side consciously after he sealed the chess.

"Ms. Kuwahara?" He asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"You little guy...it's really not easy." Kuwahara narrowed his eyes with a strange expression, "Do you want to know?"

"I'll just listen here to what Mr. Kuwahara wants to say." Shinto didn't say whether he thought or didn't want to, but just raised his face and carefully observed Kuwahara's expression.

"Hey hey hey hey." The old man grinned, bent down again and put his hands on Shinto's shoulders, and whispered into Shinto's ear, "Want to know? ——I won't tell you."

Then he laughed and walked away.

Seeing the back of Kuwahara leaving for the second time, Shinto became more and more confused about what kind of medicine this old fox was selling.

He shook his head, forgetting the old man's strange behavior.

After dinner, the chess records were unsealed.

Kuangyuan's chess fell to 14 out of nine, and he raised a piece-two kalpas and succeeded again.

Shinto was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Kuwahara's expression.

As if waiting for him, Kuwahara grinned again, and a familiar smile appeared on his face.

Seeing his expression like this, a flash of inspiration flashed in Shinto's mind, and he finally understood what Kuwahara's intention was.

——Including the Three Tribulations in the previous round, they were all psychological traps set for him.

——Either give it a go and seek victory in a dangerous situation, or draw with the Three Tribulations...?

Fortunately, such a choice...is not difficult at all.

Without hesitation, Jin Teng picked up the sunspot and backfilled a piece at the place where the first robbery was.

So two eyes become one, and two calamities become one calamity.

He glanced at Kuwahara calmly and calmly, the meaning could not be more clear.

--it's your turn.