The world of film and television begins with Hikaru no Go

As the celebration progressed, the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

Hong He put his arm around Tian Minze's shoulder and said loudly, "Old Tian, ​​if you ever become a world champion, don't forget to treat me to dinner!"

Tian Min smiled and nodded: "Definitely."

"I want to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!"

"Alright, a Manchu Han Imperial Feast."

Deng Yang sat beside him, quietly drinking his beverage with a faint smile on his face.

He still feels like he's dreaming. When he saw the final rankings yesterday, he was completely stunned. He was 24th, only one point ahead of Shen Yilang, who was ranked behind him. This made him unsure of how to face Shen Yilang.

But just now, Shen Yilang took the initiative to walk over, patted him on the shoulder, and said "Congratulations".

Deng Yang almost cried at that moment, as he always felt that he had taken Shen Yilang's place.

After all, back at the dojo, he had never beaten Shen Yilang, and his Go skills weren't particularly good...

"Don't overthink it. You earned your points yourself; it has nothing to do with me."

Deng Yang knew that Shen Yilang was trying to comfort him, but he still felt a tightness in his chest.

"Deng Yang, what are you daydreaming about?" Hong He called out to him. "Come on, have a drink!"

Deng Yang raised his drink glass and clinked it against Hong He's.

"Next time, I'll rely on my own abilities, not luck."

Yue Zhi didn't seem happy at all from beginning to end. Except when Zhu Dayong offered a toast, he barely stood up and ate quietly most of the time.

When someone comes to congratulate us, we respond politely, but we don't chat much.

"Yue Zhi, you're already very impressive to be second place."

Yue Zhi shook his head: "If it's not first place, then it's meaningless."

"Your expectations are way too high!"

Yue Zhi didn't explain. Although there are always people stronger than you in this world, he would still fight against those powerful opponents with a mindset of certain victory and a belief that he would die for them. He would not easily admit defeat.

In October, the autumn colors gradually deepened in Fangyuan City.

The quarterfinals of the LP Cup concluded yesterday. Zhang Rui defeated Japanese player Wang Licheng 9-dan by resignation, playing white.

The process was uneventful. The opponent tried a new variation in the opening phase, attempting to lead the situation into a complex battle, but Zhang Rui neutralized the attack in just a few moves. Then, as usual, he gradually accumulated the advantage until the opponent resigned.

At the post-match press conference, a reporter asked him, "Zhang Rui 9-dan, your opponent in the semifinals will be the winner between Cao Mingxun 9-dan and Fang Xu 9-dan. Who would you prefer to face?"

Zhang Rui glanced at the reporter who asked the question: "Fang Xu, 9th Dan."

This question is truly baffling. One is a South Korean player, and the other is a player from their own country. They have to ask themselves who to support...

Zhang Rui didn't give them a chance to ask any more questions and just ran away. Fortunately, the reporters were used to it and no one chased after him.

However, the result of the match was somewhat disappointing, as Fang Xu, a 9-dan player, lost to South Korean player Cho Myung-hoon.

Despite having a significant advantage, Fang Xu made an excessive "cut" move in the middle game, which Cao Mingxun seized the opportunity to reverse the situation.

Having lost a game that was a sure win, Fang Xu was naturally in a bad mood and remained quite irritable for several days.

He also has a bad habit of constantly following the news and reading other people's opinions about him.

Sure enough, he turned on the radio right on time every night to listen to "Sports Critic".

Actually, this program has never given him any positive reviews, but because it has a large audience, Fang Xu has always paid attention to it.

"...Welcome to today's 'Sports Sharp Tongue,' I'm your old friend Da Liu."

"I am Little Deer."

A man's and a woman's voices came from the radio, their tone relaxed and slightly teasing.

"In the Champions League match early this morning, Juventus thrashed Olympiacos 7-0, with Alessandro Del Piero shining brightly."

"Piero? I love him."

"Who doesn't like him?"

"snort."

The male host smiled and changed the subject: "Shall we talk about Go now? Let's see if there's any news?"

"Go? There's not much to report on Go. Zhang Rui, 9-dan, continues his undefeated streak, advancing to the LP Cup semifinals. Oh, and then there's Fang Xu, who lost the day before yesterday."

"You mean Fang Xu? Back then, he was considered a child prodigy, wasn't he?"

"Yes."

"So many people in the chess world had high hopes for him, but who knew this guy would suddenly slam on the brakes and start neglecting his duties? He finally played a few games, but he lost them all."

"Even if he makes it to the semifinals, he'll still lose to Zhang Rui, a 9-dan player. Let's stop talking about him and take some calls instead."

Fang Xu paused, holding the teacup, and remained silent for a few seconds before picking up the phone and dialing the program's hotline.

"Welcome to the sports critic, hello listener."

"Hello, I'm Fang Xu."

"What? Who are you?"

"I'm Fang Xu, a 9-dan Go player! I'd like to be a guest on your program!"

"Hehe, you call yourself Fang Xu? I'm Yu Xiaoyang, call me Master."

"What do you know? You're saying someone's not doing their job properly and is just living off their past achievements? We'll see on our show! Aren't you all known for your sharp tongues? Don't back down then! I'm going to find your station manager right now."

"Beep beep beep—"

The other party clearly didn't believe him and hung up immediately.

The radio station continued: "Let's take a break. Do you think hotline calls are this unconventional these days? Fang Xu..."

The two hosts clearly didn't take the phone call seriously. A few days later, when Fang Xuzhen was a guest on their show, they toned it down a bit.

On the day of the recording, Fang Xu poured out the ideas he had been brewing for several years.

"I want to create a Go website called Weida Go Network. It will allow Go enthusiasts of all levels, especially beginners and teenagers, to play Go anytime, anywhere. Registration will be free, it will be fully functional, and professional Go players will join to provide guidance."

The host asked him, "Another question from the audience is whether Professor Fang will participate in domestic competitions again, and what his goals are?"

"Since everyone is so eager to see me compete in domestic competitions again, then I will participate. My goal within two years is to win at least one domestic title."

After the program aired, there were many criticisms, but Fang Xu didn't care, and Weida Go Network was still launched as planned.

Several more computers have been added to the first floor of the Yijianghu Dojo.

They were all sent by Fang Xu, who said they were "to support the construction of the temple."

Ban Heng initially wanted to decline, but Zhu Dayong waved his hand dismissively: "It's already been delivered, how can we return it? Keep it."

So they specially prepared a room to house these computers, and posted a note on the door: "For chess only, no other entertainment allowed."

However, not many people actually use it. The students at the dojo play Go from morning till night every day—playing against others, studying Go scores, and solving life-and-death problems. Their schedules are packed.

For them, the one thing they have no shortage of is rivals.

There are forty-eight students in the dojo; you can easily beat one of them. Why bother looking online?