The venue for this China-Japan confrontation is at the Shanghai Chess Club.

At a very early age, journalists from all walks of life had already occupied the position. Of course, no one dared to make loud noises in such an environment.

Go is not a game for rich people, but a game for class. Only people in the upper-level circle can play it. So even though everyone present is dressed very simply, it is estimated that most of the family members are from scholars. If you pick one out, you may be a heavy guest in the cultural circle.

"Well, that old man Zhengrong is here too. It seems that he attaches great importance to this game!"

When the camera flashed, the old lady suddenly said, obviously she saw an acquaintance in the camera.

Soon, the camera hit the chessboard and then slowly moved away.

Chinese representatives come on the stage!

Fu Heng's expression was very serious today, and his whole spirit was very different from what Bai Zhou saw in the past.

On the other side, another young man who was about the same age as Fu Heng came out.

It is the finale of this time, Miyamoto Dalin!

Bai Zhou used to not believe that a person was angry, but now he believes it.

Fu Heng and Miyamoto Dalin were the focus of everyone's attention at this moment.

Every move of the two of them will touch everyone's hearts.

Guess first!

Miyamoto Oriyaki grabbed a handful of white sylls, and Fu Heng took a black syll.

Miyamoto Dalin spread his hands, seven white pieces!

Bai Zhou didn't know much about these things, and of course, he had never tried them!

Soon, Fu Heng takes the lead!

Perhaps because of the first game, both sides started quickly, and from the perspective of the layout, neither of them could find too many flaws. It should be a textbook layout. From the layout, many people can be seen.

But in the middle game, the two people changed their chess style, and their original temptation turned into a sword.

Time passed little by little, Bai Zhou secretly yawned a few times, his eyes were a little sore.

"Hey, Brother Bai, we are indeed fellows!"

Lin Shanglu found Bai Zhou yawning secretly and said in a low voice.

Bai Zhou was embarrassed: "Isn't I sleep too late last night?"

I haven't been able to survive the night for a long time, and he himself is a person who likes to sleep in.

Of course, the most important thing is that it is too boring, and sitting for a long time will definitely make you sleepy.

Finally, the first game ended.

"Isn't this Miyamoto Darin a good person?"

In the first game, Fu Heng won, and the final was very beautiful and the winning odds were quite good.

Soon, the second game began.

The speed of the second game slowed down. In the middle of the game, the two sides had a relationship, and in the end Fu Heng won with a big advantage.

"Yeah, I won again!"

Zhao Luren cheered: "Fu Heng is in very good condition today!"

The old lady nodded with a look of relief: "It's indeed good, not arrogant or impatient!"

"It's boring, I feel it's going to be 3:0!" Lin Shanglu shook his head: "Didn't this Miyamoto Olin is very powerful?"

Bai Zhou said: "No!"

Lin Shanglu was stunned: "What can't be done!"

Bai Zhou said: "It won't be 3:0!"

Before Lin Shanglu asked why, Zhao Luren said: "It shouldn't be 3:0. I guess it will make a game, and it won't make the other party's face ugly!"

Bai Zhou's mouth twitched!

Let a game?

Won't make the other person's face look ugly?

Bai Zhou didn't say anything, and the third game began soon.

This game is different from the second game, especially Miyamoto Dalin, who is so stable that he is not as stable as if he has already lost two games.

But Fu Heng, just like the previous two games, killed very fiercely in the mid-game.

"This Miyamoto Dalin is not good!"

Lin Shanglu shook his head, and Zhao Luren's face was already filled with joy. It seemed that Miyamoto Dalin could not defend himself in the next moment, and Zhizi gave in.

Bai Zhou's eyes were shining with a brilliant color. Finally, the exciting game in the mid-game ended and both sides began to end.

As the end was over, Bai Zhou frowned.

"Yeah, I won!"

Zhao Luren jumped up in surprise.

Bai Zhou couldn't help but remind: "I didn't win, I lost!"

Zhao Luren was stunned and looked at Bai Zhou. Of course, not only her, but everyone else looked at Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou opened his mouth and suddenly wanted to slap himself!

Of course, his words were actually just to remind Zhao Luren not to be happy so early, but he also knew that these words must not be said now.

Especially Zhao Luren has feelings for Fu Heng. If he dares to say that Fu Heng is not a little bit, he will be scolded to death, not to mention that it is now a Sino-Japanese confrontation.

Bai Zhou shut up decisively.

And then, the referee announced.

The winner is Miyamoto Dalin!

After the announcement, a hint of surprise flashed across Fu Heng's face, and then he felt a little regretful.

Half eye!

Only half a eye win!

"Miyamoto Dalin, half a glance?" Lin Qiwen was stunned for a moment and looked at the chessboard carefully: "By the way, it's the end. Fu Heng's ending this time was a bit hasty, and the other party seized the opportunity to kill him!"

The official part is originally a "sand-cracking tower". No matter how good it is in the early stage, it will be useless if you can't pick the fruits!

"Little Fu is a little fluttering!"

"But it's okay, there are two games left in the next!"

The little aunt said and looked at Bai Zhou: "Little Bai's head is very clear. How long has it been playing chess?"

Bai Zhou looked embarrassed: "In fact, it's only less than a month!"

In less than a month, I guess I just understood the rules, no wonder I noticed the number of points.

After a moment of rest, the fourth game began.

This game was beyond everyone's expectations!

Miyamoto Dalin changed his previous gentle attitude and showed his strengths from the beginning of the layout. When it came to the mid-market competition, he was even more like thunder, one after another.

Zhao Luren's expression also changed: "This... this Miyamoto Dalin..."

The little aunt still had the expression of neither joy nor sorrow, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and said lightly: "He should be hiding his weakness!"

"Go itself is a step-by-step calculation. The inside of the board is a chessboard, and the outside of the board is also a chessboard. He showed weakness at the beginning, but he didn't let you see it. In the second game, Miyamoto Dalin showed a nervous expression. He had achieved his goal when the third game ended. He began to show his power, but he only took half a glance and continued to confuse you, making you feel that you were just underestimating the enemy, but this game was just a wake-up call!"

"This Sino-Japanese Confrontation should have ended!"

Zhao Luren was stunned: "End? It's still going on!"

As he was talking, Fu Heng gave up, Zhao Luren's expression stagnated: "There is still...the fifth game!"

My aunt kept silent, as if she had never spoken before.

"It's true that I'm not in a bad mood. I've been tempered for so many years!" The old lady shook her head and said, "Hey, it's also the old man who went there too early. If he could live a few more years!"

"grandmother!"

Lin Qiwen looked helpless.

"Okay, okay, don't say it!"

In the fifth game, it was not as good as the fourth game. Miyamoto Dalin was in full momentum, like a tiger slowly showing its fangs, rising and falling. At this time, Fu Heng had become a toothless big cat, and his arrogance was instantly destroyed.

The 102nd move, Fu Heng gave in.

In the 18th China-Japan Go Confrontation, the Japanese side won!

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