The next day, the second round of the Samsung Cup qualifiers.
Li Jie finally encountered a tough opponent today. His opponent today was Atsushi Kurata, a professional fifth-dan player from Country R.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Dayong was waiting anxiously outside the battle room, pacing back and forth and muttering in a low voice.
"Why isn't this game over yet?"
"It took a long time."
"Is there any accident?"
"It shouldn't be."
After thinking about it carefully, Zhu Dayong immediately rejected this speculation.
After being stuck in place for a long time, Zhu Dayong finally decided to go to the scene to see what the specific battle situation was like.
In order to avoid affecting the competition of other players, Zhu Dayong quietly approached Li Jie's table. After approaching, Zhu Dayong lowered his head and took a look.
After observing for a moment, Zhu Dayong frowned and glanced at the fat man opposite Kurata Hiroshi in annoyance.
This guy is so thick-skinned.
You've gone down to this level and you still don't admit defeat?
If this guy hadn't refused to admit defeat, how could he be as anxious as an ant on a hot pot outside?
heitui!
Little R Ben has a thick skin.
After complaining in his mind for a while, Zhu Dayong turned his attention to the chessboard again. The game had reached more than a hundred moves, with Kurata Atsushi holding white and Li Jie holding black.
As for the situation on the chessboard, anyone who knows a little bit about Go can clearly see that the white piece is finished.
Dayou, no, it should be said that the victory is determined.
Generally speaking, when professional chess players encounter this kind of situation where they know it is a dead game, most of them will admit defeat directly. Even those players who are desperate to save face will only struggle for a dozen moves at most to delay the time.
Well, some chess players will take advantage of this period of dying struggle to tidy up their messy hair.
(There should be a picture here, Ke Jie’s messy hairstyle.jpg)
On the other side, Kurata Hou suddenly noticed something and shuddered subconsciously. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man glaring at him with "malice."
That expression of wanting to devour others, as if he was about to rush up and punch him at the next moment.
what happened?
Kurata Hou suddenly felt a little baffled. He didn't seem to have offended this person, right?
'Forget it, never mind, the opponent doesn't dare to do anything in the game anyway. Compared to this matter, the game in front of us is the most important.'
'I didn't expect, I didn't expect that I would be 'abused' by a child today.'
'Are all children today so perverted?'
Looking at Li Jie's childish face, he couldn't help but think of another young man - Shinshu Danta Ryo!
Both of them are equally young and the same, no, to be precise, the young man in front of them is far more powerful than Taiya Ryo.
Taya Ryo is amazing, but after all, he is still a young man and is not mature enough in many aspects.
Perhaps, Ta Yaliang in the future can beat him, but the current Ta Yaliang is undoubtedly not qualified to beat him!
And the person in front of me is simply a monster!
Looking back, I can see that from the first move to the present, every step of the opponent's move has been carefully thought out and impeccable.
The most important thing is that the opponent is completely different from the young chess player, and the stability is terrifying. Once the young man in front of you takes advantage, the opponent will not give you a chance to regain it.
The overwhelming pursuit and the overwhelming sense of oppression were simply suffocating.
Even when facing R country's No. 1 player in Go, Taya Yuhiro, Kurata Atsushi has never felt such a terrifying sense of oppression.
Of course, this does not mean that the strength of the young man in front of him is already better than that of Taya Xingyang, but the two have different chess styles.
‘Eh!’
Kurata Atsushi sighed and straightened his hair that looked like a chicken coop. This was the fifth time he had styled his hair in this game.
'Is it almost done?'
Kurata Atsushi secretly glanced at the surrounding situation and found that besides his own table, several tables nearby had finished their games.
'As long as it doesn't end at the first table.'
The reason why he hesitated to admit defeat was mainly because he was afraid of embarrassment. After all, he lost to a child, and it was also the earliest table to end the game.
If this incident is reported back to China, it will inevitably be laughed at by those bad friends.
The only good thing is that this young man is a Chinese, not a Bangzi. If he loses to a boy from Bangzi, he will probably have to hide his head for a long time after returning to China.
Suddenly, the figure of Michio Shirakawa appeared in Kurata Atsushi's sight.
'not good!'
'Why is this guy coming towards me?'
"I lost!"
Seeing Michio Shirakawa getting closer and closer, Kurata Atsushi immediately surrendered without saying a word, and then hurriedly walked towards the door.
Seeing Kurata Hou running away, Li Jie felt a sense of astonishment.
Why don't you continue to style your hair?
Zhu Dayong on the side patted Li Jie on the shoulder and whispered.
"Well done, great win."
Li Jie smiled slightly and said modestly: "It's just average."
Faced with Li Jie's Versailles-like speech, Zhu Dayong couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Easily won the No. 1 young chess player from country R. Is this also called average?
Just then, Michio Shirakawa came to the table. When he saw the chessboard on the table, he was stunned.
Hello!
Hello!
Are you kidding?
Kurata actually lost?
After being surprised, Shirakawa Michio glanced at Li Jie without any trace.
This kid is so strong!
They actually defeated Kurata head-on, and Kurata still lost in the middle of the game.
Incredible!
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that there was such a powerful young man in the world.
After carefully looking at the chess game for a few times, Shirakawa Michio suddenly felt that the black chess moves looked a bit familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.
Where is it?
After pondering for a moment, Shirakawa Michio suddenly had an idea.
'Yes, this feeling of oppression is very similar to the chess game I saw at the chess academy that day.'
'This style is exactly the same as the 'Excellent Art' on the Internet!'
'Could it be him?'
Thinking of this, Shirakawa Michio couldn't help but glance at Li Jie who was cleaning up the chessboard, but when he saw Li Jie's childish face, he hesitated.
Too young, no, I should say too young.
How could a young man play such a famous game?
‘Eh!’
'No, there is another possibility. This young man may be a disciple of 'Excellent Art'.'
'Um!'
'That's how it should be!'
Michio Shirakawa felt that this was the most reasonable explanation. Then, in order to answer the doubts in his heart, Shirakawa lowered his voice and said hello to Li Jie.
"Hello!"
"Hello."
Listening to Bai Chuan's poor English skills and strong Japanese accent, Li Jie took the initiative to reply in Japanese.
"What's the matter?"
"That's great, you can speak Japanese." Baichuan's face lit up when he heard the familiar language, and he asked, "I want to ask, do you know 'Jingyi'?"
Although Li Jie was a little surprised to be recognized by someone in his vest after just two games, he had no intention of hiding it. He nodded and said calmly.
"You know me, I am a superb artist."
"What?"
Knowing this result, Michio Shirakawa's voice couldn't help but rise an octave higher.
Because of his rather sharp cry, many chess players who were playing against each other raised their heads and focused their attention here.
However, Shirakawa Michio, who was immersed in shock, did not realize this and still asked in a loud voice.