The world of film and television begins with Hikaru no Go

Chu Ying did not answer. He had actually noticed that Zhang Rui's hand trembled slightly when he placed his piece a few seconds after Yu Xiaoyang's move that crossed the rank.

It wasn't tension, it wasn't excitement, but a kind of emptiness.

hotel room.

Zhang Rui closed the door, didn't turn on the light, walked to the window, and looked at the Seoul night view outside.

He leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

Those seven seconds kept replaying in my mind.

In the seven seconds after the blue marker disappeared, in front of me was a chessboard I couldn't understand at all, and the light in Yu Xiaoyang's eyes across from me.

What's that light called? He didn't know.

But at one point, Zhang Rui felt that he might have had that experience before.

Long ago, in those classrooms I can never return to, beside those exam papers that were only half-finished.

Did it happen? I can't remember.

The following day, Go media around the world were reporting the same thing—Zhang Rui won his tenth world championship with a score of 3-0.

But most of the reports focused on the third inning.

The Korea Baduk Association: Yu Xiaoyang 9-dan displayed incredible form in the third game, with his combination of a cross-cut and a 3-3 point play arguably the most exciting local battle of the tournament. Although he ultimately lost, this game proved that Zhang Rui 9-dan is not invincible.

"World Go Magazine": This game deserves to be recorded in history. Yu Xiaoyang, 9-dan, showed the world through his actions that Go is not the exclusive domain of any one person.

In a telephone interview, Fang Xu said, "What the teacher was playing today wasn't chess, it was fate."

Kuwabara only said four words: "The way of Go will never die."

In his final post-match interview, Yu Xiaoyang was asked, "What does this game mean?" He thought for a long time before saying—

"This means that Go still has a long way to go."

The reporter pressed further: "Is it Zhang Rui's path? Or your path?"

"The path for everyone."

Zhang Rui didn't read any of these reports.

He was already on a flight back home, leaning against the window, looking at the clouds.

In July, Fangyuan City enters the hottest time of the year.

At the entrance of the Yijianghu Dojo, in front of the bus, Zhu Dayong held a list in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Shiguang! Shen Yilang! Zhang Fugui!... Get on the bus!"

The trainees walked to the bus in twos and threes, some dragging suitcases, others holding popsicles they had just bought.

Shi Guang was carrying a new bag, given to him by Zhang Rui, who said it was a gift from a sponsor.

"Hikaru, are you nervous?"

"A little," Shi Guang answered quietly in her mind, and found a seat by the window.

Chu Yingpiao stood beside him, watching the street scene flash by outside the window: "It's normal to be nervous, but don't let it affect your performance."

Time nodded and said nothing more.

More than a year of systematic training has led to a qualitative leap in his chess skills.

From a complete novice who couldn't even figure out the basic formations, to now ranking among the top three in the dojo's group.

He gave a lot and gained a lot.

The following day, the ranking tournament was held at the International Convention and Exhibition Center, where this year's ranking competition was once again taking place.

Time flowed in with the crowd, and clutching the competition certificate in my hand, my heart started beating faster involuntarily.

"Take a deep breath," Chu Ying said from the side. "Don't be nervous, you're well prepared."

Shi Guang took a deep breath and found his exam seat, table number 126, where his opponent was Xu Junlang.

I waited for a long time, but my opponent didn't show up.

"You know, this is arguably the most important game I've played so far. And this Xu Junlang, I don't even know who he is, yet he hasn't shown up!"

At 10:14, the contestant named Xu Junlang finally arrived late.

He was a tall, muscular man with a thick beard. He slammed his helmet on the table and began shouting, "Referee! Referee!"

"No noise allowed inside the stadium!"

Upon seeing the staff arrive, Xu Junlang composed himself slightly: "Excuse me, am I late?"

The staff checked the timer: "The game is valid as long as it's within fifteen minutes. Late arrivals will have double the time deducted! Let's begin."

After some twists and turns, the game finally started, but Xu Junlang's mouth never stopped.

Which dojo is it from?

"The World of Chess".

Upon hearing the name, Xu Junlang paused for a moment, but still chattered on: "A renowned dojo, please give me your guidance."

After speaking, he shook hands with Shi Guang and casually showed off the tattoo on his arm.

"You said you just went to the hospital?"

"Sigh!" Xu Junlang sighed, rolled up his sleeves to reveal the bandages wrapped around his neck, "I helped a friend settle something this morning and ended up with a bit of a bruise."

Shi Guang looked at the bandaged arm, then at Xu Junlang's beard, and felt a little puzzled.

Helping people settle disputes? Sounds like someone involved in organized crime.

Xu Junlang didn't lower his sleeves and continued, "It's okay, you do your thing, don't worry about me, you didn't cut an artery..."

"you……"

Shi Guang originally wanted to say, "Your wound looks a bit fake," but Xu Junlang interrupted her, so she didn't continue.

His mother was a nurse, and he had spent time in hospitals as a child, seeing what truly injured people looked like...

During the game, Xu Junlang kept making strange noises, such as "Small eye opening, just what I want," "Very good," "Move," "Kill," etc., which were obviously meant to disrupt the game.

Time remained unmoved. Logically speaking, with Chu Ying by his side, what was there to fear from interference? He continued playing chess methodically.

When the market closed at noon, Xu Junlang hesitated to make a move, taking advantage of the time difference.

Although Shi Guang was a little confused, he didn't take it seriously.

"Come on, let me treat you to noodles."

"I'm not going, I have plans with my friends."

"You're not giving me face, are you? When I, Xu Junlang, treat you to dinner, no one dares to say no."

The two eventually went into a roadside snack shop together. Xu Junlang ordered a beef soup and a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), and also ordered a fried noodle dish for Shi Guang. While waiting for the food, he kept nagging, "I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone else."

"Then don't tell me."

"I feel really uncomfortable if I don't say it. Actually, I'm an over-aged chess player, I'm almost thirty, you can call me uncle if you want."

Time ignored him. He's an over-age Go player, there's one in the dojo, but he can't even get a name on the list. Does he really think the staff are just sitting around doing nothing?

"You're not going to report me, are you? If you report me, you'll automatically win, but those ten fingers of yours will be... well, you can use your feet in professional matches from now on."

"Do you know why I hesitated to make that move as lunch break approached? It was so that I could use the entire lunch break to think about my next move. What if I went here? What if I went there? And you have absolutely no idea where I'm going to go next..."

Shi Guang lowered his head, didn't reply, and just kept eating his noodles.

"They're really bold, they can actually eat that much..."

"Are you here to play chess or not?"