Cherish the time

Shindo Hikaru did not expect such a big change in Ogata's strength.

In just two months, he directly crossed the bottleneck period of the previous stage and reached a brand new realm.

——If the current him were to play against Taya Xingyang, the outcome might be as close as four or six.

Shinto compared the strength of the two in his mind and came to this conclusion.

Ogata was under a lot of pressure at the moment.

He always knew that Shinto was strong, but how strong?

He didn't have a very intuitive feeling.

Just like a very high mountain, the part you can see clearly is always limited, and those parts that are higher and farther away are covered by clouds... only when people reach a certain height can they find: oh, it turns out that there is still more higher.

Hikari Shinto is like a mountain.

Ogata thought he was close to the peak, so he hoped to clear the fog in front of him.

Unexpectedly, what was ushered in was only a steeper mountain road.

The mountain road is winding and winding, and there is no end in sight. Even if you just look at it from here, it will give people an unspeakable pressure.

——But he was not overwhelmed by such pressure.

There is still hope!

Even amidst the overwhelming murderous intent, he can still feel the possibility of life——

This game of chess went on for nearly three hours, and everything was settled when Shinto's son fell to 9.

At the same time, Ogata let out a long breath of relief, as if he wanted to let out all the knots in his chest.

After that, he realized that his back was already soaked with sweat, and his shirt was clinging to his back, which was very sticky and uncomfortable.

Ogata moved uncomfortably, but did not take his eyes off the chessboard.

This game of chess can be said to have played at his current highest level, and there are many strong players who have flashes of inspiration. If he can take advantage of this opportunity to digest well, he may be able to benefit again.

Those present are not people with shallow knowledge, knowing that it is not appropriate to disturb at this moment, so they didn't make a sound, they just figured it out in their hearts.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shinto Hikaru closed his eyes gently.

There is no doubt that it was a very good game and he had a great time playing it.

But after this fun, what followed was a faint resentment.

——Why...he must die?

——He still wants to play chess!Play chess with more people!Play more chess!Play more good chess!

—he wanted to... live!

This emotion comes and goes quickly, and it may last less than a second.

But it did exist.

So Shindo Hikaru subconsciously pressed the position of his heart, and for a moment, he seemed a little at a loss.

He has been used to having no emotions, and the emotions he can feel on weekdays are all faint—more often, he even needs to rely on experience and logic to choose emotions to express.

Feeling such surging emotions in an instant, he just felt that his whole body seemed to be alive again, exuding vitality from the inside out.

But this vitality also disappeared as quickly as that emotion, and it didn't take long before only a little vague feeling in memory remained.

"Does your chest hurt?" Seeing him pressing his chest in a daze, Ta Ya approached him worriedly and asked in a low voice.

"...No." Shinto shook his head, his expression still a little dazed.

Ta Yaliang frowned lightly, and wanted to ask again, but then thought of the way this person said with a serious face a few days ago, "It's not to the point where you need to worry about me", so he put the person who had already rolled over The words in his mouth were swallowed back.

Then Shinto rubbed his face by himself, got up from his seat while muttering "my face is stiff", and then went to the kitchen to get water to drink as if nothing had happened.

Except for Ta Yaliang who gave him a worried look, the other three were still staring at the chessboard intently, as if they wanted to see a hole in it.

The subsequent discussions basically revolved around this game of chess.

Ogata played the role of explainer, while Shinto sat aside and added a sentence or two from time to time.

The cooperation between the two of them was excellent, and the story of a game of chess was really well-organized and simple, which benefited a lot.

From Zhang Yu's thoughtful expression, it can be known that he has indeed gained a lot of benefits from it, just waiting for him to chew and digest it and turn it into his own.

After explaining the chess game, the day's training is coming to an end.

Shinto Toya and Zhang Yu packed up their things and prepared to go home, while Ogata decided to stay overnight at Awara's house, as if he wanted to discuss some important matters with him.

The three packed up their things and stood at the entrance to say goodbye to the two.

"Be careful on the road, see you tomorrow." Awara told with a smile, and put his elbow on Ding Oufang's waist, motioning for him to say hello too.

"...Be careful on the road." Ogata pushed his glasses and said in a low voice.

"Excuse me today." The three greeted casually and walked out of the apartment door one after another.

Shinto Hikaru walked last.

Before stepping out the gate, he thought for a moment, then stopped.

"Mr. Ogata." He turned his head and said very naturally, "I enjoyed this game of chess."

"Me too." Ogata nodded at him, the expression on his face unchanged.

"Thank you." Shinto also nodded slightly, then turned his head and took two quick steps, walking side by side with Taya.

"...You guys are...reconciled?" Lu Yuan asked hesitantly.

"En." Ogata replied noncommittally, his gaze staring at Xiaoguang's back was indistinguishable in the night.

Ashihara didn't see anything wrong, he was just happy for the reconciliation between the two of them.

The curtain came to an ordinary day like this, and in less than half a month, several people insisted on participating in the training, needless to say Zhang Yu, even Ta Ya and Lu Yuan benefited a lot from it.

As for Shinto, he felt a vague path appeared in front of him—that path was hidden in the mist, making it hard to see clearly, but it really attracted him to explore.

He vaguely had a guess in his mind.

When he reaches the end of that road, I'm afraid his life... will also come to an end.

He subconsciously held the bracelet on the other hand with his hand, and a trace of coldness circled up through his arm, soothing the injustice in his heart.

Zhusheng's unabashed words are still in his ears.

——"Give up those unnecessary emotions, or give up the rest of the time. You choose one."

On the last day before the game, Zhang Yu was playing against Ta Yaliang.

The boy who was in a stalemate inadvertently rubbed his nails against his teeth, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

Shinto even saw a bead of sweat run across the side of his neck, get into the boy's neckline, and wet a small piece of the skirt.

But Zhang Yu didn't respond.

His concentration is strong.

Shindo, who had been observing him for several days, came to this conclusion easily.

From Zhang Yu's body, he seems to have seen himself back then - that youthful, ignorant, high-spirited young man with an infinite future.

So the little worry left in my heart gradually dissipated.

Go is played by two people.

——But if Zhang Yu is there...

Xiaoliang...will not be too lonely.