In the bright chess room, one person holds a chess piece in his hand, focusing on observing the situation on the field, while outside the window it was pitch black.

Scream-

"Kobayashi, there will be a game tomorrow, so let's take a break soon."

"Well, sorry, have you bothered? I'll--"

Kobayashi Hiroshi raised his head and saw his wife's voice suddenly stopped. He hurried to the door and draped his coat on his wife.

"Really, why don't you put on a piece of clothes when you get up? What should you do if you get sick again?" Although he was complaining, there was a deep concern behind him.

Mrs. Reiko held the coat on her body, then smiled and held her husband's hand, and said:

"It's okay, the house is very warm."

As she said that, she walked to the chess table:

"A chess game during the day, has Kobayashi Jun thought of any good idea?"

Kobayashi Mitsuichi's eyes returned to the chessboard and said in a deep voice:

"I thought about it before and after, maybe the key to breaking the deadlock is still in my mid-abdomen. Then it depends on whether the other party will give me a chance!"

Mrs. Reiko had a calm smile on her face. Her husband's serious appearance really made her look unhappy. She couldn't help but remember when they were young, the gap between the two was not that big at that time, and they often discussed chess scores together.

However, thinking of her husband's research over the past few months and the current situation on the field, she couldn't help but feel a little worried, so she spoke:

"Kobayashi, I can't help you with anything in Go, but I have something I want to tell you."

Kobayashi was stunned and nodded:

"Rizi, you said."

"Since the situation has reached this level, it is best to have a turning point. If not, you shouldn't be too obsessed with this game. Isn't it a seven-game chess?"

...

When Kobayashi thought of what his wife said last night, he silently said in his heart:

‘But, Reizi, if there is such a big gap in the first set, will there be a chance in the future?’

After going around, he still responded to what he thought last night:

Hope in the middle abdomen!

...

Jiuli Xinyi introduced the real-time battle situation in a passionate way:

"Kobayashi Jiudan obviously puts his hopes on the middle abdomen, but Qianyuan Chudan did not give him a chance. 105 moves, black chess has to make up for the game! And Bai 106 is a completely winning game! Unless Qianyuan Chudan gives him a chance, I really can't think of where the turnaround is..."

As he said, the black 113 and 115 behind it compete for real air, but it has little effect.

Until the "fly" of Bai 116-

Zhao Zhixun in front of the TV suddenly looked up, and the overall situation was decided!

The black chess cannot be disconnected, resulting in a sharp reduction in the mid-abdomen potential.

That is to say, the hope in the middle abdomen is completely empty.

...

In the game room, when Kobayashi saw this move, his eyes suddenly widened:

what to do?

There was only this idea in his mind, his eyes wandering through various areas on the chessboard.

1 second, 1 second, 1 second...

The time on the timer slowly decreased, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Kobayashi Mitsuichi's forehead, which slid along the temples, across his cheeks and dripped onto the chessboard.

Tick!

Sweat rolled into the cracks of the thread, gradually penetrated, extended, extended...

Beep beep beep!

The sudden alarm sounded scared him, and Fujisawa Hideyuki reminded:

"Kobayashi Jiudan, it's only 1 minute left for regular use!"

Kobayashi nodded and finally made his 117th move.

This move is not a superb skill, it does not help the current situation much, and at most it can only be considered a struggle.

Both sides made a quick move in the next few moves.

When the 124th hand fell, Kobayashi took a deep breath, recalling what his wife said last night, until the final stage of countdown countdown, grabbed two pieces and placed them in the lower right corner.

...

"...The two sides fought to 124 moves, and Chihara Hiroshi won the middle game! This is the first game of the Tianyuan final, not just the first game, Chihara Chu brought a clean victory..."

Seeing the results on TV, everyone in Watanabe Izakaya shouted excitedly, especially the boss, who had the biggest voice.

Several nearby company employees came to have lunch. As soon as they opened the door, they saw a group of 50 or 60-year-old men transformed into African gorillas. They danced happily, and almost beat their chests on the spot, so they silently closed the door.

...

Hiroshi Chihara won the first game of the Celebrity Finals. If you don’t look at the time and only look at the number of moves, you can be considered a quick victory.

In the afternoon, the news was published by TV, radio and other media, and in the evening, major news also placed it on their own pages.

"Brother, congratulations!"

In the evening, Chihara Hiroshi received a call from Nishitsuji Dojo, and his tone was similar to usual:

"I just won the first game, let's talk about it when I win the title."

Rino Morino, who was beside him, grimacing at him, his mouth seemed to be saying:

"Master, you are so hateful!"

Chihara on the other end of the phone just smiled without saying a word.

After chatting for a while, she suddenly asked:

"Brother, there are ten days left to New Year. Will you go back to Osaka or will I come to Tokyo?"

"New Year," Chihara Hiroshi thought for a few seconds before answering, "I'd better go back to Osaka."

"Well, I'll wait for you to come back!" Chihara's tone was obviously much more excited.

Just as she was about to hang up the phone, she suddenly said:

"Brother, it's snowing here, it's so beautiful!"

"It's snowy," Chihara Hiroshi looked out the window, but he didn't see it, "Well, be careful to keep warm at night and don't catch a cold."

"I understand!"

...

After hanging up the phone, Chihara Hiroshi knocked on the disciple's head and urged:

"Go back to the chess room quickly. If Jiuzi is letting you lose, don't say you are my disciple in the future."

Rino Morino covered his head and stuck out his tongue:

"Tsk, so strict..."

The two walked towards the chess room. When they were about to enter the door, she paused and ran to the window:

"Master, look!"

I saw crystal snowflakes floating outside the window, like velvet, sprinkling them all.

Hiroshi Chihara walked to his disciples, while Reno Morino opened the window.

The cold wind blew into the air duct, and instantly, his mind became much clearer.

Under the dim lights downstairs of the apartment, pedestrians clamped their collars and their paces became hurried.

Renino Morino stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell into her palm, crystal clear, but in just a moment, it melted away, like a naughty elf.

"The first snow in Tokyo this year!" Chihara Hiroshi sighed.

Morino Rino shrank his neck, closed the window, and said:

"Yes, the first snow accident this year is unexpectedly late!"

Hiroshi Chihara remembered this time last year. He had just agreed to go to Japan's chess institute before, and the person was still in Osaka.

And now, he has determined his own position in the Japanese chess world.

Just one year...
Chapter completed!