In the evening, when Chihara Hiroshi arrived home, he found that Shu was sitting in front of the coffee table with a book spread out in front of him.

She was so focused that she didn't even notice him when he got home.

Qianhara Hiroshi did not disturb her. He opened the refrigerator, but found that the bento prepared for her at noon was still intact.

Now he can't sit still.

"Shu, did you not have lunch?"

Qianhara looked up, a little confused, and it took a few seconds before his pupils returned to focal length.

"Brother, you are back!"

Looking at her slightly pale face, Chihara Hiroshi rebuked with some distress: "Even for learning, you can't ignore your health!

Your physique is a bit weak, so how can you not eat well?”

Chihara Sabu smiled and said, "It's okay."

But in Chihara Hiroshi's eyes, she even seemed a little weak in her speech.

"Come on, have dinner first."

After watching her finish her supper, Chihara Hiroshi took out a food box with chopped cantaloupe inside, exuding a sweet smell.

This was what he saw in the special offer area of ​​the convenience store. He grabbed the last box with quick eyes and quick hands.

"How is it? Is it sweet?"

"Um."

Qianhara nodded, his eyes narrowed into a slit, like two crescent moons.

The two of them have a relatively difficult life and rarely buy snacks.

This is his first time buying fruit this month.

"Brother, you eat too."

Facing the orange melon meat handed over by Sakura, Chihara Hiroshi waved his hand: "I don't like eating cantaloupe, Sakura, you can eat it yourself."

But Chihara Sato did not take his hand back and insisted on putting it in his mouth.

Qianhara Hiroshi hesitated for a few seconds, but opened his mouth to take it.

sweet!

Very sweet!

The cool and sweet taste makes the heat in the air dissipate a little.

He felt a little emotional: This is the first time he has eaten fruit since he traveled through time.

Then, Qianhara Sabumi used bamboo sticks to insert melon meat, and the brother and sister each drank one by one, warm and satisfied, and soon finished the Hami meal.

Chihara Saki continued to study hard.

Hiroshi Chihara took out a Go magazine, which recorded some exciting chess games that appeared in this year's title battles and various professional competitions.

Today's Go world has shown signs of decline compared to China and South Korea.

And unlike the Chinese chess world in previous lives, the highest competitive level is not the young people in their teens and twenties.

But middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties are in power.

Even in last year's throne battle, Hideyuki Fujisawa defeated Haone Yakina at the age of 66 and won the throne title, which was shocking.

The reason why the chess world has become the current situation is very complicated and cannot be explained clearly in just one or two sentences.

Hiroshi Chihara opened the magazine.

Although watching the chess game on paper cannot obtain chess soul points, it can broaden his horizons and has a certain inspiration for him.

Three days later, the Go competition held by Osaka TV will begin, and he will use all means to improve his chess skills as much as possible.

By the way, today's skills are not useful yet. I wonder if you can activate the skills when playing chess?

When you think of it, you act immediately.

Qianhara Hiroshi gathered his energy, and suddenly, an electric current seemed to rush from his spine to his brain.

The mind has no external objects, which is a state of concentration of attention to the extreme.

In an instant, only the chess game on paper remained in his eyes.

In a trance, a chessboard seemed to appear in the air, with black and white chess pieces falling in a staggered manner.

Between square and inch, you can sweep across and across!

It seems that there is a white dragon roaring, and a black dragon roaring, fighting in conjunction, and it is difficult to separate.

An hour passed quickly.

But he was still immersed in this unspeakable state.

Until the hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock, Chihara Hiroshi finally came to his senses.

Chihara Sabu was looking at him with his hands on his head.

Seeing him raise his head, he quickly lowered his head.

"Ah? So late?"

Hiroshi Chihara looked at the chess game spread out in front of him.

Still the same page as I opened.

In other words, it took him nearly two hours to study this game.

Sure enough, Go is not that simple.

He closed the magazine.

"Do you like Go very much?"

Chihara was a little curious.

The two brothers and sisters grew up together, and she had never seen her brother so attentively.

Hiroshi Chihara thought for a moment and decided to tell her about the game.

"I will participate in a Go competition this weekend. I can't go home at noon. It's probably the same schedule as when I was in school. I can't come back at around 9 o'clock in the evening..."

After hearing this, Chihara Sabuki showed a firm expression on his face: "I believe my brother will definitely win the championship!"

"It's rare to believe me so much, but I don't have much confidence."

In fact, for the champion - or the 500,000 yen bonus, he was determined to win.

The two of them talked for a while before going to wash and go to bed.

In the next three days, Chihara Hiroshi was four points and one line: school, izakaya, convenience store, and home.

During this period, he encountered Katsuhiko Shirakawa's entanglement and he had a headache.

This person is so persistent!

No matter how bad he looked or how hurtful he said, the man was like a maggot attached to his bones.

I was at the school gate in the morning, went to his classroom at noon, and waited at the stairs downstairs in the afternoon.

The classmates who were originally deliberately ignoring him became curious again.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko directly promoted the 10,000 yen gambling war he had in the chess hall.

"Chenhara's Go level is extremely high. At least in Kamakura High School, I have never seen anyone with higher chess skills than him!"

He said this and admitted that even he, the minister of the Go department, was not as good as him.

The classmates were a little surprised.

Since entering school in April, except for his good study and a little handsome appearance, Chihara Hiroshi has not shown any other characteristics.

If it weren't for the accident a month and a half ago that pushed him to the forefront, the people in the class wouldn't have noticed him at all.

But that's all, everyone still keeps his attitude towards him.

At noon on Friday, when Shirakawa Katsuhiko came to his classroom again, Hiroshi Chihara looked unswerving and called him to the rooftop.

There are several couples feeding each other on the rooftop.

Hiroshi Chihara found a location and asked directly: "What do you want?"

"I said before that I want you to join the Go department. Even if you want to be the minister now, I can give it to you."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko realized that this conversation might be about his final decision, so his attitude became rare and serious.

"Why are you so persistent?"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko sighed: "Once Kamakura High School's Go Department was the school's signature club, and even three professional chess players have emerged.

But over the past decade, the Go department has declined at an astonishing rate.

Although I have not experienced that glorious era, I have heard from my seniors and sisters that it is really enviable!

Unlike now, in the Osaka Prefecture High School Go League, we can't even make it to the preliminaries!
Chapter completed!