Summer of 1992,

A street in Osaka Langsu District.

A boy in a white high school uniform stood in front of a chess hall. As soon as he opened the door, a different noise immediately came to his face.

"Oh--it's amazing to break and jump again!"

"Has this kid really learned less than a month? Why is it so powerful?"

"Haha, Mr. Lu Luo, you should give up! This kid is a genius. It's not embarrassing to lose to this kid!"

...

Shirakawa Katsuhiko paid the boss 100 yen entrance fee and asked casually: "Is Mr. Ashiko gambling with others again?"

Mr. Lu Luo’s full name is Lu Luo Liang. He is a retired old man in his fifties. He has good chess skills and likes to bet on chess with others the most. No one who often comes to the chess hall knows him.

"Yes," the boss put down the newspaper and glanced inward. "They've been down for an hour and it should be almost over."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko walked out of the crowd and tried hard to squeeze in, which made the people nearby mutter a few words in dissatisfaction.

I saw that the black and white on the chessboard was clearly distinguished, and there was no more spare space. It was obvious that the situation was clear.

He calculated silently and finally came up with the result: the white chess won seven and a half eyes.

It's a great victory, but...

Shirakawa Katsuhiko frowned slightly.

Looking at the entire chess board, the shape of the white chess is a bit ugly and does not conform to the Go aesthetics in his mind.

But the local fight was very exciting, and it can be seen that the previous fight was bound to be fierce.

He regretted delaying on the road for a while.

The one who held the white selves was not Mr. Lu, but a boy, and he actually wore the same school uniform as him!

His eyes were bright and he stared at the market. Even though the Libra of the victory and defeat was clear, he still maintained an extremely focused attitude.

"Huh? It turned out that this kid won?"

I don’t know when the boss came to him and explained: “This kid took over this game of chess in the middle of the journey, but he didn’t expect to win.

OK, look behind this kid.”

Shirakawa Katsuhiko looked up.

Behind him was an old man, holding a folding fan, slowly slapping the wind, but the pride at the corner of his mouth was almost grinning to his ears.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko had some impression of this old man. He had played with him several times before, but his chess skills were not very high.

"He was going to admit defeat in the middle of the game, but the boy said, 'It's not time to admit defeat yet'. Mr. Lucao stopped doing it and insisted on letting him take over, and increased the chips to 10,000 yen.

Now it seems that Mr. Lu is about to bleed heavily!"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Mr. Lu Luo's chess skills are not bad. He can finally win the game of losing in the middle game in his hands?

It's simply incredible!

Five minutes later, Lu Luoliang still invested and admitted defeat.

The winning boy took over 10,000 yen, glanced at the clock on the wall, let out a low voice, "Late" and rushed out of the chess hall in a hurry.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko hurriedly chased him out, but had lost the trace of the boy. After searching for nothing, he had to return to the chess hall.

"Boss, do you know the name of that high school student?"

The boss shook his head and comforted him happily: "You are always encountering it in school when you are wearing the same school uniform as him."

As he said that, a middle-aged man next to him put out his cigarette butt and sighed: "That guy is really amazing! I remember when I first came to the chess hall a month ago, he couldn't even count the number of eyes. He came to the chess hall in the past week and couldn't see it. I didn't expect it to be a big shot today! Tsk tsk!"

But Shirakawa Katsuhiko was a little disbelief and felt that he was a little exaggerating.

In just one month, how could a beginner improve his chess skills to such an extent?

Even if it is

The genius chess players in the Chess Academy and the Kansai Chess Academy are not so exaggerated!

...

In an izakaya, a boy kept bowing and apologizing to an uncle with a scarf on his head.

"Mr. Watanabe, I'm really sorry! I'm late! Please forgive me!"

The uncle gently stroked his forehead, feeling helpless, but his tone was not angry: "Let's do this, Qianyuan Jun, you are half an hour late, and I will deduct the salary for this half hour."

"This is what it should be!"

Hiroshi Chihara breathed a sigh of relief.

The economy is not prosperous now, and he finally found this job, so he can't lose it easily.

"You go."

Hiroshi Chihara bowed again before he went to perform his work.

The sky gradually darkened.

The white lanterns hanging outside the door lit up, emitting a warm yellow light, attracting office workers who have worked hard all day.

"Welcome!"

Chihara Hiroshi invited the guests to sit down.

There are only three employees in the store, and the division of labor is clear.

The owner, Mr. Watanabe, is responsible for the grilling, Mrs. Watanabe is responsible for the frying and cooking, and he is responsible for the entertaining of guests.

I heard that Mr. Watanabe and his wife also have a daughter, and it was her job to entertain guests.

But she went to Tokyo to go to college a year ago, otherwise he would not have gotten the job by chance.

"This is your beer, this is yours, Miss!"

"Mr. Watanabe, one serving of grilled mackerel, one serving of grilled beef tongue!"

"Madam Watanabe, one portion of oil tofu, two portions of fried squid beard, and one portion of sesame rice ball!"

"Sir, please take your change! Welcome to come again next time!"

...

He was busy until 8:30. Although there were still customers in the store, Mrs. Watanabe called him aside and settled his salary today.

"Kun Chihara, it's getting late, you can go back early."

The government stipulates that underage high school students like him are strictly prohibited from continuing to work after nine o'clock in the evening.

"I've caused you trouble today!"

Hiroshi Chihara took off his apron, greeted Mr. Watanabe again before lifting the warm curtain and leaving.

He arrived at the nearby subway station and got off at Hanyuancho Station about ten minutes later.

His home is in Xicheng District, with two bedrooms and one living room, and a standard apartment.

The house was pitch black, the living room windows were blocked by heavy curtains, and a small black shadow seemed to be curled up beside the sofa.

Hiroshi Chihara was startled, then reacted, rushed over, and hugged her in his arms.

"Why are you sitting here? Didn't I say to turn on the lights at night?"

This is his sister Chihara Saki, who is fifteen years old and only one year younger than him.

Chihara Sei held his collar tightly and his voice choked: "Brother, I'm afraid... You said you shouldn't open the door for strangers tonight. I'm afraid they'll find out when they turn on the light..."

Since seeing her parents die in front of her two years ago, she has suffered from stress psychological disorders. She dared not see anyone or go out. The only one who can contact her is his brother.

Hiroshi Chihara sighed.

A bubble era...

His parents were originally employees of a securities company, and after the issue of fraudulent accounts of securities companies was exposed, his parents became one of more than a dozen unlucky scapegoats.

Under tremendous pressure, he jumped off the roof of the securities company's building.

On that day, he was at the entrance of the building, taking his sister to look for his parents whom he hadn't seen for a few days...

"Brother, you won't leave me, right?"
Chapter completed!