The next morning, the two got up on time, finished the breakfast provided by the hostel, and rushed to the competition location of Meiji University.

It is still the auditorium of Meiji University.

The referee is on stage and will announce the next schedule.

Although it is called the top 16, it is still divided into two groups. Group A is the number one chess player in the group stage, while Group B is the second chess player in the points.

After the round-robin competition of the two groups is over, the first and second places in Group B will face the second and third places in Group A respectively. If the former wins, it will enter the finals, challenge the first place in Group A and compete for the championship.

"Kun Qianyuan, I'm going there. I wish you good luck in chess!"

Mizawa Takayasu is the first place in Group E, while Chihara Hiroshi is the second place in Group H, so the two of them are not in the same area.

"Cheer luck!"

Hiroshi Chihara remembered the chess game last night, and for the first time he saw Mizawa Takayasu's steady and simple style of chess, which made it difficult for his attacks to be more effective. He played extremely uncomfortable, and finally lost by a glance and half of the gap.

After parting, he came to the other end of the auditorium, where it was the competition area for Group B, and he also saw Eiichi Yamamoto.

This is indeed an old man. Although he is still energetic in a suit, his hair is completely gray and he is no longer youthful and energetic.

Many middle-aged and young chess players took the initiative to say hello, obviously they all knew this champion last year, and they were also a respected senior even in the amateur chess industry.

Hiroshi Chihara did not come forward to join in the fun.

First, the two of them didn't know each other, and it would only seem abrupt when they came forward rashly; second, before the game, he himself did not like such occasions.

Unexpectedly, at some point, Yamamoto Ei got rid of those people and came to him:

"You don't like occasions like this?"

Qianhara Hiroshi glanced around and saw that there was no one else, and he was obviously talking to him, so he nodded and admitted:

“I prefer to stay quietly before the game.”

"Oh?" Yamamoto Eikki smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth made him a little more kind. "Chenhara's habits are similar to mine, but they are not unique."

"You know me?"

"Of course, it's rare for kids of your age to be present in this kind of competition, and-"

Although his smile seemed to have not changed, Chihara Hiroshi saw a hint of crampage.

"The nineteen-handed dragon slaying, the title of the last issue of "Chess Road" is really sensational!"

Hiroshi Chihara's face couldn't help but turn red.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," Yamamoto Eiichi patted his shoulder, "Actually, Kazuo told me, let me pay attention to a child from Osaka. Well, Kazuo Araki, do you know him?"

Chihara Hiroshi nodded:

"I have had two contacts with Mr. Araki."

"Then your talent is really good. That guy, I rarely praise you. Since that's the case, let me see your chess power in the game."

The competition between A and B groups still adopts a one-round cycle system, which means that sooner or later, he will definitely meet Eiichi Yamamoto.

"At that time, I hope Mr. Yamamoto will give me some advice."

Yamamoto's brow frowned slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened a little, but they were smoothed out in a flash, with a little reproach:

"There is no way to give me advice but not to give me advice. It should be a discussion. You are still young, so don't learn from those people!"

Hiroshi Chihara followed his gaze and the "people" he mentioned were obviously those who gathered around him just now.

Yamamoto Eiichi continued, his tone was a bit sarcastic:

"Although it cannot be generalized, some of them flatter me, but their eyes are full of 'Why are you, old man, still here to participate in the competition'. In fact, I want me to disappear immediately!'

Indeed, there are only two places in Group B. When Eiichi Yamamoto came to Group B, everyone has already agreed that there is only one place left. Eight people were originally competing for two places, but now seven people are competing for one place, which has increased the difficulty sharply.

Qianhara Hiroshi had no position on such a thing, so he could only remain silent.

The staff of the event began to prepare the players and the competition began soon.

"Okay, let's prepare too."

It took about five minutes for eight people from Group B to draw lots to determine the order of the battle.

Hiroshi Chihara was the last one to go up. When he handed the note to the recorder, he noticed that his match with Eiichi Yamamoto was in the sixth game.

Eight people sat in their respective seats in pairs.

The opponent in the first game was a young man, tall, wearing only a black vest and his arms were kneaded. Compared to the chess player, he looked more like a bodybuilder.

There were still ten minutes before the start of the game, and the muscular man in front of him took the initiative to talk:

"My name is Yamaokajima. My name is Hiroshi Chihara. Are you still studying?"

Although Chihara Hiroshi just wants to wait quietly for the game to start, it is not good to ignore others' conversations, so he replied casually:

“Yes, still in high school.”

Seeing his appearance, Yamaoka was not surprised, but asked:

"I heard from Qianhara Jun's accent, are you from Kansai?"

"Yeah, from Osaka."

There are still big differences in the accents of Kanto and Kansai. Whether it is tone or speaking habits, they are different from Tokyo dialect.

"Osaka," Yamaokami leaned forward slightly, showing an interesting look. "I heard that Kansai people are very talented in acting. Many funny artists come from Kyoto and Osaka. They catch any aunt on the streets. They are all born actors. Chihara Kwan's daily life must be very interesting, right?"

Chihara Hiroshi shook his head:

"Perhaps others are what you said, but my life is very ordinary, just like most people."

Yamaoka scratched his head awkwardly:

"That's right, after all, every city has all kinds of people..."

Next, he asked about the customs and customs of Osaka, but he was talking most of the time until two minutes before the game that he finally stopped talking.

With the referee's order, the first round of Group B's competition officially began!

Guess first, Chihara Hiroshi held white.

As the opening stage gradually unfolded, what surprised him was that although the other party was big and thick, the style of chess was very delicate and he was not very keen on partial entanglement when he was fixed.

If according to certain theories, chess style often represents the true character of the player in his heart—

The picture is really unimaginable...

After these three days of practical training, Hiroshi Chihara has seen various types of chess players, and his chess style has become more sharp.

After more than fifty moves, he had roughly estimated the opponent's strength:

It's similar to a chess player he met online yesterday, and his style is similar. He won four games in five games!

Hiroshi Chihara is confident of winning this game!

clatter!
Chapter completed!