At 8:30 in the morning, thirty minutes before the start of the game, Secretary Bai Zhi reminded:

"Teacher Chihara, it's time to enter."

"good."

Zhao Zhixun, who was standing up at the side, also stood up at the reminder of his secretary.

The two of them came to the sliding door and looked at each other, with a sense of fighting spirit against each other in their eyes.

Hiroshi Chihara looked at the sliding door again.

Behind the door, there is the Youxuan, and it is also his "battlefield" today!

Two secretary stood aside and opened the sliding door at the same time.

Suddenly, the famous game room of this Japanese chess institute was revealed.

The space is not large, it is only about a dozen square meters:

There is a chessboard, two chairs, and there are three tables put together next to it, which are the seats for the referee and the recorder.

In addition, you can only see a black porcelain bottle placed on the corner cabinet, as well as a line of "deep and mysterious" calligraphy on the wall.

Of course, the same as before, there are two cameras with different camera positions:

A stand placed on a chessboard to capture the battle situation in real time;

One is located next to the wall of the chess room, and the seats of both players are included in the camera.

At this time, the referee, recorder, and other staff members were already in place.

When I saw the two "protagonists" today, I instantly focused my attention in their direction.

Secretary Bai Zhi smiled and said:

"Teacher Chihara, go in quickly."

Hiroshi Chihara took a step and found that the other party did not follow him. He stopped and turned around and asked:

"Don't you come in?"

Secretary Bai Zhi bowed slightly and said:

"My mission has been completed. Next, it's your time. I wish you good luck in chess!"

As she said that, she took a step back and closed the sliding door between the lounge and the chess room.

Chihara Hiroshi turned around and found that everyone was looking at him.

Immediately afterwards, a staff member came forward and guided him to sit down at the chess table.

Zhao Zhixun had already taken the lead and sat at the chess table.

Hiroshi Chihara greeted the referee and others before walking up the tatami and sitting on the chair.

The chessboard exudes a unique aroma of wood, and the two chess boxes are placed in the center of the chessboard with an accurate measure.

Hiroshi Chihara took a deep breath.

Here, many famous chess battles in the history of chess have occurred, and many famous chess players who have passed away or lived have fought here.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the breath left by time.

Scenes in history, a famous chess player, a game of play!

The joy of the winner, the regret of the loser!

The blood surging caused by passion made his heart beat "bang" and the sound in his chest echoed in his ears, like an indispensable war drum before the war.

"What's wrong, are you very nervous?" Zhao Zhixun opposite him spoke.

Hiroshi Chihara gently spit out the air in his lungs, without concealing it, and directly expressed his feelings.

Zhao Zhixun seemed a little surprised.

Hiroshi Chihara said calmly:

"The first time I came to this chess room, this is the famous Youxuan. It shouldn't be surprising to have such a mood, right?"

Zhao Zhixun waved his hand, first apologized, and then explained:

"I always think of Yasui, a child of your age, and think that you should have the same reaction. You can hide something. It seems that I have thought too much."

As he said that, he smiled and comforted:

"Don't be nervous, there are still many opportunities for you to come here in this game room in the future."

Hiroshi Chihara nodded.

I took a few more breaths and my excitement calmed down slightly.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Suddenly, the cameraman in the chess room reminded him, and then the indicator lights of both cameras showed red dots...

In the studio of the Japanese Go Chess Channel, the host spoke:

"Spectators, everyone! The videos of the chess room have been teleported out! This year's Dragon Star Battle Finals are still held between Youxuan! And the two chess players have already sat down, and the game will begin in ten minutes..."

Lin Haifeng also saw the live video:

Today's opponents, one boy and the other middle-aged, are all wearing formal clothes and have a calm expression.

And his eyes were mainly focused on Hiroshi Chihara.

Just now, he was using the chessboard on the table to review and analyze the previous game between him and the other party, especially the role of the "steeple" hand.

From this hand, he saw the future.

And today, in the event of a Dragon Star Final, what kind of game will the opponent contribute?

Lin Haifeng's heart also became slightly hot:

Generally speaking, the novel tricks developed by a chess player are limited, let alone so many results in such a short time.

But the other party is Hiroshi Chihara!

He had a premonition that there might be unexpected moves in today's game.

This expectation is not only for him, but also for all the viewers in front of the TV.

...

Between the mysterious-

The referee looked at the watch on his wrist.

With five minutes left before the game, he stood up, nodded to the two riders first, and then said:

"Zhao Zhixun's Ninth Stage, Qianyuan Chu Stage, the competition is about to begin, please be prepared!"

Hiroshi Chihara's eyes narrowed and he looked at the opposite side.

Zhao Zhixun looked over at the same time, with a solemn expression.

The referee, who was over 60 years old, cleared his throat, amplified his voice and announced:

"The third round of Dragon Star Battle Finals will be played against Chihara Hiroshi Chiba!

"In this game, both sides guess first and determine the order. Using the fast chess rules, each move between both sides must be controlled within thirty seconds, and have ten chances of counting up one minute. Black chess posts five and a half...

“…

"Next, the final of the Dragon Star Battle has officially begun!"

With this command, Chihara Hiroshi's breathing tightened, and instantly, his eyes became firm.

"Please give me some advice!"

"Please give me some advice!"

Hiroshi Chihara grabbed a chess piece casually.

And Zhao Zhixun played a trick:

He deliberately fumbled in the chess box for a while, and there was a pleasant collision sound between the chess pieces, and only after a few seconds did he withdraw his hand.

Hiroshi Chihara placed the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard and counted it on his own initiative:

"Two, four, six, seven, a total of seven pieces."

When Zhao Zhixun stretched out his palm and opened it, there was only a white piece in his palm.

Both sides exchange chess boxes.

Hiroshi Chihara took the opportunity to ask:

"Senior, have you fulfilled your wish?"

Zhao Zhixun had an unfathomable expression on his face, and his voice was also very low:

"Who knows."

Hiroshi Chihara didn't care about this issue, regardless of whether the other party's wish was this, the result was decided.

Looking back on this period of time, Bai Qi seemed to have had a strange fate with him. He almost always held white in every game.

Earlier, he would have hoped to be able to hold on to the black, but now it doesn't matter.

After taking a deep breath, Chihara Hiroshi stretched out his left hand and pressed the timer with a "splash".
Chapter completed!