After the match with Gu Dali, Li Xiangping's mission this month will be over. His next official professional competition will be until the "Fujitsu Cup" in early April.

And he is also the defending champion of the "Fujitsu Cup" and is definitely bye in the first round, so his next game is nearly 20 days away.

The next day, he followed the large army back to the capital. At this time, grandparents were still at home. They had to take care of Lin Yiran, who was about to give birth. Li Datu finally officially launched the "Galaxy Bay" project. He began to recruit soldiers and dispatch soldiers, integrate various resources in his hands, and was busy all day long.

Of course, Li Xiangping did nothing about this, so after he returned to the capital, his first thing was to call Teacher Wang Yuan of the "Go World" and tell him that he was going to make a "self-war commentary" to comment on the game of chess and Gu Dali in detail.

In the form of "self-fight commentary", we will evaluate a game in detail in the form of "self-fight commentary", especially this is a defeat for one of our own. This is actually very rare, and few professional chess players are willing to do this.

However, since Li Xiangping wanted to contribute, Wang Yuanba Duan naturally welcomed him. Not only did he expressly agree to leave enough pages in the next issue of the magazine, he also asked if he needed the help of reporter Zhang Da.

Well, Li Xiangping’s so-called “self-war commentary” in the past was actually written by reporter Zhang Da, so Li Xiangping was also responsible for giving technical explanations next to him.

But this time, considering that he needed to communicate a lot with his plug-in, Li Xiangping politely declined and prepared to complete it alone.

Of course, it will be a lot of trouble to do it alone. You have to make chess and write articles. Of course, more importantly, you have to have a more in-depth discussion with Lao Shi, and try to truly understand the "six-way hanging" dog tricks. So after a few moments, this time, this "self-war commentary" took Li Xiangping nearly a week.

A week later, in the office of the deputy editor-in-chief of "Go World" magazine, after reading Li Xiangping's stack of manuscripts, Wang Yuanba Duan was completely unswerving in his praise:

"Oh, Xiangping, I really didn't see this in normal times. I didn't expect that you have such a high literary attainment and wrote such a chess review with great ancient charm."

Well, even though Li Xiangping was always thick-skinned, he blushed slightly at this time. In fact, in his previous life, his math, physics and chemistry were always good. As for Chinese, he had always been at the level of "no distinction between exiled throne". The chess comment in front of him was of course mainly due to the great chess saint.

"Teacher Wang, if there is no other problem, I will go out first."

"No problem, no problem, no problem, no problem, it's rare to see such a good chess review, but I can't even start if I want to modify it. You go and do it, go and do it..."

After leaving the magazine, Li Xiangping first went to the chess academy and found that the chess academy was empty today. Most of the national players went to play games in other places. He ran to the Fangyuan chess and card room to take a look, but he also didn't see any teammates.

Bored, he remembered his best friend and called Zhao Daokai.

"Hello."

"Daokai, what are you doing now?"

"What are you doing? Just write a diary."

Li Xiangping opened his eyes wide: "Oh! Why do you have such a vulgar hobby now?"

"What, what does it mean?"

"Only bitch people write diaries these days."

Li Xiangping smiled and said, "I'll tell you Dao Kai, don't do that kind of mean thing, get out now."

"Get out!" Zhao Daokai, who was scolded for no reason, said angrily: "I don't have time now, I want to get out of you and come to my house."

After hanging up the phone, Li Xiangping looked around and found that he had no other place to go, so he really went all the way to Zhao Daokai's house. After arriving at the place, Li Xiangping looked around first:

"Where are your parents?"

"Everyone is at work, you think everyone is as idle as you."

"You guys are going to work this weekend?" Li Xiangping said this while completely relaxing. If Zhao Jiadong was fine, if it were Zhao Daokai's mother, Professor Liao, then even Li Xiangping would be scared.

Walking into Zhao Daokai's doghouse, Li Xiangping was immediately attracted by the drawings of a wall:

"So many? OK, Daokai, your current techniques seem to have improved a lot."

"Tsk!" Zhao Daokai looked contemptuous: "What techniques do you know?" But after despising Li Xiangping, this guy said for granted:

"That's of course. If you only talk about techniques, the school of painting I learned is the strongest, so if other schools of painting want to attack us, they can only do something about "contemplation" or something."

Li Xiangping agreed with Zhao Daokai's words. The school he learned was called "superrealistic school of painting". The so-called "delicate but not greasy, realistic but not real" should be regarded as their highest pursuit. Since this is the case, if you want to enter his school of painting, of course, the requirements for techniques are quite high, and it may exceed any other school of painting.

As for his school of painting being attacked by others, Li Xiangping could certainly understand that----

Because when he thought of his Go world, he compared it with "Aesthetic Chess Master" and "Gao Flow". In fact, in Li Xiangping's opinion, if both schools can be used to the extreme, they will of course be very powerful and it is difficult to distinguish between each other.

But what if they can't reach the highest level? Then there is nothing to say. "Gully flow" is likely to defeat "Aesthetic Chess Master". Unfortunately, due to the poison of Japanese Go back then, many chess fans have developed a biased aesthetic view and advocate aesthetics to belittle the gutter. Of course, there is nothing we can do about it.

Of course, although I agree with Zhao Daokai's statement, it is the daily routine of the two people. Li Xiangping walked to the wall:

"Oh, I have painted a few new ones recently, huh! They are dancing one by one. Why are you really finding a model in the dance academy?"

"It's not yet, I'm just going to get on the line first," said this guy, who was excited:

"How about Xiangping? Look at the first draft of these three new paintings?...Yes, just these three."

Li Xiangping didn't know what paintings he had. He just pretended to be careful, then shook his head and said, "It's not so good. It seems that I praised you for being wrong just now. Why do I look at these new paintings? Why are you not as good as old paintings?"

"This is just the first draft, and it has not been finished," Zhao Daokai looked contemptuous again:

"Just like you, the layman, why do you think it's not possible?"

Li Xiangping smiled and said, "Although I don't understand painting, Daokai, it's not me who said you, I found that your aesthetics are a problem. There were so many beautiful ladies that day, how could you choose a few ugly ones to draw?"

"Look, look, you're a layman," Zhao Daokai still looked so arrogant:

"I'll share with you now so that you can't embarrass me when you go out. This model is the most taboo to find someone with a beautiful face."

“Why?”

"In order to ensure the overall sense of coordination, if you look too beautiful, everyone will look at the face. This is definitely a failure for a painting."

Well, although Li Xiangping didn't know if this guy was fooling him, if he carefully recalled the famous paintings he had seen, it seemed that he had never seen a particularly beautiful painting model.

Of course, you still have to keep talking: "Tsk, I think you can't find a beautiful one, or you don't pay attention to you after finding someone else, so you're looking for a few crooked dates here to make up your numbers."

Zhao Daokai said angrily: "You are just patting your conscience and saying that these are crooked people?"

Well, if you really have a conscience, then you can't say this, so Li Xiangping changed the topic:

"Oh, why is this little girl so young? She is also a college student in the dance academy?"

"Of course not. This is what I found in that affiliated middle school, this, and this one."

Li Xiangping nodded. Zhao Daokai himself was a high school student, so it was normal to go to the affiliated middle school to find it.

When Li Xiangping looked at the first draft, he felt a little familiar, so he asked casually: "Who is this person?"

After Zhao Daokai reported his name, Li Xiangping opened his eyes wide: lick it?

"Where is this?"

"This young lady went out of the affiliated middle school and happened to meet her last time."

After Zhao Daokai reported the second name, Li Xiangping showed a strange expression: Architect Jiang?

When he saw the third picture, Li Xiangping finally got excited:

"Haha, this should be the eldest sister. Look, you still dare to brag here. He is so dark and thin that he looks so ugly, so you can only find such a person."

"Isn't this ugly?" This time it was Zhao Daokai's turn to open his eyes:

"I said, Xiangping, what are your eyes? Let me tell you the truth. Among these three paintings, this one is the one I am most optimistic about, and I am also planning to take this one as the key point."

“Why?”

"Because this young lady is the best. Although she seems inconspicuous now, she is a typical example of a big and small bear."

Big and small bear?

"Then who is this person?"

After Zhao Daokai reported his name again, Li Xiangping's eyes finally changed, Yaya?

Li Xiangping said in his heart that his best friend is really an old driver.
Chapter completed!