Behind Zongsen.

"Director, do you need to be more comfortable with that high school student?"

"Why?"

"Isn't Mr. Somori also a director of Kamakura High School? Maybe what is the relationship between the two?"

Bang!

"Idiot! Mr. Zongsen can't get any sand in his eyes. Since he hasn't spoken, don't be too troublesome! Tell Shansong that you must do things according to the school's regulations!"

The secretary who was proposing to speak rubbed his forehead and quickly said "Yes".

...

The sun rises and the moon sets, and three days pass by in a flash.

On Thursday afternoon, when Chihara Hiroshi was worried about the incident, something unexpected happened.

"…Haozhi, that's probably the case."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko spread his hands, his face full of bitterness. The contrast between this was the cheerful teacher Kudokawa next to him.

And she was wearing a kimono, with pink base, supplemented with yellow, white and brown patterns, and a cute and youthful style.

"But I still have to go to Mr. Watanabe..."

"Don't worry, it's definitely not delayed! Although the Nishitsuji Dojo is in the Central District, it is actually at the junction with Langsu, not far away!"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko promised with confidence, and at the same time he folded his hands together and kept saying "please".

Speaking of this, Chihara Hiroshi had no choice but to nod in agreement.

However, as he said, under his guidance, Teacher Gudouchuan drove for more than 20 minutes and arrived at a secluded street.

Everyone got off the car.

"This is the Nishitsuji Dojo. It was established in the 21st year of Showa. It should be more than 40 years now."

In front of me is a typical Japanese-style mansion. Roughly estimated, it is about one-third the size of Kamakura School.

The gate was not locked. When you walked in, it was a stone road paved with bluestone, extending all the way to the main building, with blue tiles and brown wood, which was obviously divided into several areas.

On the clothes drying rack in the courtyard, the clothes that had not been put away were swinging with the wind.

"Wow! Is Mr. Jiuli from a long-standing family? I—"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko interrupted her fantasy: "Shin-first brother is the teacher of the Shintsuji Dojo, don't think too much."

Yuko Kotokawa looked at Samen Masumi and nodded when she saw her.

But she was not discouraged. After all, it was so difficult to find a handsome guy with a successful career these days. She looked around and said, "Why didn't you see anyone?"

"Probably in the chess room? You just follow me."

Several people changed into temporary slippers, walked up the corridor, turned a corner, and a man suddenly appeared in front of him.

Pushing the door open, he was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, with a chessboard in front of him, lowering his head to meditate.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head: "Oh, you are here."

Shinichi Kuri stood up, wearing a black and gray kimono at this moment, which was much more serious than when he saw it before.

"Samen is here too."

In an instant, Samen Masumi's body stiffened, which made Kuri Shinichi laugh: "Don't worry, there is a big match today, and Mai has not come back yet."

She then relaxed.

The four of them sat in the room.

Jiuli Shinichi took out a few cups from the cabinet, poured tea and placed it in front of several people: "This is the herbal tea that everyone usually drinks. If there is any inadequate reception, please forgive me."

Yuko Kotokawa hurriedly said, "Where is, Mr. Kuri is so polite!"

"Are you Miss Kurtagawa? It seems to be different from what Katsuhiko said."

Shinichi Kuri glanced at him thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Shirakawa Katsuhiko felt that the soft flesh on his left waist was pinched. There was only one person on his left hand, and he knew who it was without thinking.

"Teacher Yuzi...hiss! What's wrong with you?"

Yuko Kudawa gradually increased the strength of her hands, and a reserved smile appeared on her face: "Shirakawa, you must have not said bad things about me, right?"

"Of course, I have known Teacher Yuzi for almost two years. Teacher Yuzi has helped me so many times. How could I say bad things about you? I was praising you all the time on the phone! Yes, the new first brother!"

Kuri Shinichi's face was a little hesitant.

In the blink of an eye, Shirakawa Katsuhiko felt that the pain doubled. When he saw the gloating in Kuri Shinichi's eyes, he knew that he had been plotted against.

"Is Mr. Jiuli studying chess scores?"

Hiroshi Chihara looked at the chess board in the center of the chess room. The black and white sides had just unfolded their formation, and it was obvious that they had not finished yet.

Hearing him speak, Shinichi Kuri remembered him and remembered Shirakawa Katsuhiko's introduction to him, and he couldn't help but become interested.

Without too much explanation, he picked up a black piece and landed it on the chessboard, then looked at him, spread his right palm and pointed to the chess box opposite.

Hiroshi Chihara did not refuse, and sat down next to the chessboard and observed the situation on the chessboard again.

Although I don’t know which two chess players are playing, from the beginning, it can be confirmed that the chess skills of both sides are good.

The expansion of the blackzi is gorgeous and stretching, very thick; while the whitezi is also simple and heavy, and does not care about the gains and losses of each place and area, and is elegant and free.

To be honest, this is inconsistent with his chess style, but he did not intend to fit the original chess player, but wanted to play his own style.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko climbed to the side of the chessboard and sat down, asking curiously: "Shin-first brother, who is playing against whom?"

Shinichi Kuri looked at him indifferently: "Do you know why Go is called hand-talk? Just sit down and watch."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko curled his lips, but no more sounds were made.

Samen Masumi quietly turned his body to this side; Yuko Kotokawa was not interested and sat quietly beside him drinking herbal tea.

clatter!

Hiroshi Chihara has a son.

Kuri Shinichi's eyebrows were slightly raised: Isn't this going to give in? It's very different from the previous situation.

And from this move, we can see that this Qianhara Jun is a chess player who prefers to fight.

He responded without any haste.

After nearly five minutes of the long exam, Hiroshi Chihara lost another son.

In the game, he played chess very quickly, just because the opponent's chess power was not on the same level as him.

But Mr. Jiuli is a professional seventh-level chess player, and his chess skills must be stronger than him, so he naturally needs to think carefully.

Da, da, da...

Shirakawa Katsuhiko stared at the chessboard intently, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his heart seemed to be affected by the situation in the chess.

I couldn't see it before, because Haozhi always abused his opponent, and I only felt that his chess style was sharp and aggressive;

But now when playing chess with the new top brother, I realized that Haozhi's style of chess is not only sharp, but also tragic, with a strong aura of "either kill everything or die all".

clatter!

The black spot fell down, like a dragonfly sifting through the water, and the entire plate seemed to have ripples.

One move!

If the white chess loses, he loses more than ten pieces, which means at least thirty goals.
Chapter completed!