Cherish the time

"You know Mr. Kuwahara?" Taya asked lightly.

"Just met." After entering the rattan, he loosened his tie belatedly, "Phew...it's so hot in here."

When he first came in, there were not many people, and he didn't feel the heat. When the number of people gradually increased, he was fighting in the Chengdu League. He simply ignored the shape of the real world. It's even more impossible to remember it.

It wasn't until he saw Toya Ryo that he felt a lot more at ease. Only then did he realize that the temperature in the room seemed to be a bit high...

Ta Yaliang looked at him fanning himself with his hands, and asked concerned with some doubts, "Is it very hot?"

"Actually, it's okay." Shinto gathered the broken hair that grew to the back of his neck into a small braid and held it in his hand, "The main reason is that the hair has grown..."

Ta Yaliang glanced at him indifferently, but didn't make a sound.

Zuo Wei kept giving him winks.

Only then did Shinto realize belatedly, if the hair is long, the hair in front of him is obviously twice as long as his...

So he smiled as if he didn't know it, and turned to talk about other things.

The two chatted and chatted, and it was time for the game to start.

Kuwahara was invited to go up and say two paragraphs, to the effect that the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead, and hope that everyone will continue to forge ahead and work hard so that these front waves will die on the beach.

After finishing speaking, he laughed and stepped off the stage very tastelessly.

Shindo saw that the expressions of the people next to him became complicated in an instant, and he didn't know whether it was the pressure caused by the speech or pure incompatibility with the laughter.

All in all, the annual Wakashi Battle has officially kicked off.

As mentioned above, Shinto's opponent in the first battle was Murakami's second dan—this guy was admitted to the professional chess player in the first class with Ashihara, and his hand-gathering record was mediocre, and he had just been promoted to the second dan in the past two months.

Shindo is not interested in him anymore—after all the troubles caused by rebirth have passed, the insatiable greed of human beings has returned, the mentality that as long as you can play chess with others, you will be very happy It has quietly gone away, and the vision of picking opponents has gradually recovered.

But even though he didn't expect much in his heart, he sat down opposite Murakami with a serious attitude.

Unlike Shinto, who lacked interest, Murakami came to the arena today with great anticipation.

Since Shinto Hikaru and Taya Ryo stepped into the chess world, the topics and expectations surrounding these two people have been increasing.

At first, he didn't care about the comments in this regard, but after a short confrontation between Dashouhe and Taya, he completely reversed his views and joined the group of people who joined in the fun. Decide who is superior and who is inferior.

Although it is a mentality similar to watching the excitement, it is undeniable that this is also a manifestation of love for Go.

And now, even though he still couldn't see the match between Shinto and Taya as he wished, he could measure the strength of the two from the side.

This is such a - exciting thing!

After the two of them guessed, Shinto took the black and Murakami took the white.

"Please advise."

"Please advise."

About half an hour later, Murakami's expression was tense but he didn't feel too much pressure, and Shinto felt that it seemed that it was time to end.

He greeted Murakami in a low voice, "—Okay, it's time to start."

Contrary to the previous style of concentrating on being beaten, he started a violent attack.

It didn't take long before Murakami's forehead was sweating, and he looked at the chess board with his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he had reached an impasse so quickly with his own strength.

Shinto didn't urge him, but paid a little attention to the situation next to him.

He didn't pay attention when he wasn't paying attention, and it was only after he paid attention that he realized that there were already a circle of people around him, and there were also high-level chess players like Ogata among them.

Murakami seemed to feel great pressure, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat on his forehead several times.

Finally gave up struggling and bowed his head to admit defeat.

"I lost...Thank you for your advice."

"Thank you for your advice." Shinto leaned back against the seat and loosened his tie, looking a bit suffocated.

"Xiaoguang?Are you OK? ’ Zuo Wei asked worriedly.

Shinto smiled wryly, "It's probably just too hot... a little tight in the chest. 』

"Then, let's go out and get some air." Zuo Wei urged, "Your complexion is not very good. 』

"Hmm... is it that obvious? Shindo rubbed his face, "...It seems that it really shouldn't be playing the game with your head down for so long. 』

Zuo Wei glared at him, "Get out quickly. 』

Shinto sighed, "Got it, Mrs. Fujiwara. 』

——I didn't even realize that I was also the person who had the honorific title of "Grandpa Shinto".

So he stood up, walked away from the group of chess players whose eyes were glued to the board, and walked straight to the gate.

"Shindo Hikari," Ogata Seiji took a few steps to catch up with him, and walked side by side with him, "That game of chess just now was very good."

"Oh?" Shinto tugged on the tie again, his face was flushed red from the steam, and his whole body was so hot that he was about to smoke.

Ogata felt that this kind of Shinto Hikari was unbelievably cute, and he didn't seem to be alone with the decisive chess player on the chessboard.

"The previous layout was very beautiful, and the timing and location of the final blow were well grasped," Ogata continued nonchalantly, "Whenever you are free, play another round with me."

"En... yes." Shinto nodded, and ran to the door a few steps ahead, opened the glass window and sucked in the air outside the window.

"What's wrong with you?" Ogata also walked two steps quickly, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Asthma?" There is an asthmatic patient beside him, and the appearance of the attack is somewhat similar to Shinto's current condition .

"...No," Shindo took a few deep breaths before recovering, "The hall is too stuffy."

"Bored?" Ogata frowned as if he didn't understand what the word meant, and nodded, "Then are you okay now?"

Shinto didn't notice the flash of confusion on his face, and took it as his polite concern, so he nodded and said, "It's much better."

"..." The two looked at each other for two seconds, and found that after the interruption, they had nothing to talk about.

Shinto waited for a while, and saw that Ogata took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, obviously he didn't plan to leave for a while, and he didn't really want to leave the window so soon, so he had nothing to say. Started a conversation, "How is Mr. Ashihara?"

"...Hoo..." Ogata took a puff of cigarette unhurriedly at first, and exhaled a beautiful smoke ring before he said slowly, "...he will probably lose."

"what?"

"His opponent happens to be the type he is not good at dealing with, and his strength is not bad." Ogata paused, "Probably he will lose by about two and a half eyes."