Galactic Garbage Station

“Hmm, even if this kid is lucky enough to play against Old Song, he will definitely lose.” Shorty middle-aged man saw Su Xiao and Song Xueju sitting opposite each other. He and the two elderly men thought with disdain that he and he had decided to get the bird through a game. It was also helpless. It was not a great chance of winning. The chances of winning were small. If Song Xueju didn't say anything, they wouldn't have done anything about it. Shorty middle-aged people knew that Song Xueju's chess power was very high, so they felt that Su Xiao, who was lucky enough, would definitely lose. It was a waste of their chance to get the birds.

“Mr. Sue, you go ahead.” Song Xueru said that he had no choice but to let Su Zheng first.

“Then I should be respectful.” Su Zheng nodded, grabbed a black chess, placed it on board 16 four [stars], Song Xueru dropped white chess on 46 [stars], Su Zheng's second chess piece on 16 17 [small eyes], Song Xueru white chess on 4 four [stars].

Song Xueju plays countless chess, and has seen countless layouts like this, so I don't care. Su Zheng was stunned, but this began to feel so familiar. By the way... Last night, he entered QQ chess and played chess with his first QQ opponent named “Confucian Dao”. Isn't this the kind of layout? Su Zheng shook his head and thought it was not such a coincidence. Such a layout is not uncommon. It is not only that “Confucian" would do this.

Su Qian also did not keep an eye on it. The next steps quickly changed, unlike last night's game against "Confucianism”. However, down below, Su Zheng more and more felt that Song Xueju and “Confucian" chess road, very similar. Perhaps because Song Xueju has been learning chess for too many years, the chess road can be said to be mature or relatively ancient, so it is very easy to see.

In contrast, Su Zheng is a novice, the thinking is very broad and varied, and the chess road is not obvious. Moreover, in the setting, Su Zheng intentionally abandoned the ancient style of star-changing time-shaped fairy chess game and used modern styling. He found that modern styling, in fact, works better, and the brilliance of fixing fairy chess, is not at all in that simple styling. So, Song Xueju is hard to spot.

“Is it really such a coincidence that Song Xueru is really a Confucian?” Su Zhenxin thought that he deliberately played some chess and tried Song Xueju's chess road. The more he thought he was likely to be a "Confucian road”, unless two people's chess roads were so similar.

“Sixty-two, tip.” Song Xueju let go of a white chess, like a sharp knife that was inserted into Su Zheng barracks. “Points” means playing chess on or off the slopes of your original chess pieces. Due to the small pace of the tip, it is also commonly referred to as the “tip”. Sometimes, however, the pace is small, but it is very lethal.

“Oops, trying to find Song Xueru's chess road, all relaxed the defense.” Su Zheng quickly put his mind together and concentrated on his enemies. In order to reverse the situation, he had to think one more step and upgrade his chess power to a higher level. And unconsciously, using a little, the thoughtful, even a little, almost iconic chess road from the fairy chess board revealed a little bit.

“Hmm?” Song Xueju's face slightly changed. He noticed that he could not easily occupy the first hand, but lost it unwittingly, and was suppressed instead. Su Xueju's hands did a very good job.

“Song Xueju cannot be allowed to fight back, or else he will have to be exposed more in order to win. Now, beating him with a drum of energy, I remember a few modern professional chess players on the road that seemed to work just fine.” Su Xin thought so and strengthened his response.

“Seventy-three, seal. ”

“Eleven seven, point. ”

“11 eight, long. ”

In just six or seven steps, Su Zheng nearly sealed off five white chess pieces of Song Xueju. However, at a critical moment, he left Song Xueju with a living path, because he had already tried to detect a major shortcoming of Song Xueju, which was that the view of the big picture was somewhat lacking, somewhat indecisive and constant.

If he were a professional chess player, he would have long recognized that the five white chess players were dead. The reason he lived was simply that they were intentionally kept by the other party. He should give up the five white chess players at once, but Song Xueju worked hard to save them, as Su Xueju expected.

Su Xueju finally saved five pieces of white chess and broke Su Xueju's blockade.

However, Su Zheng also finished the layout, and the real offensive was only officially begun. He took the lead, and the mountains overrun the sea generally oppressed the past. Song Xueru realized something was wrong, but it was already too late. Five saved pieces of chess had become a piece of white chess nearby, and he could not play any role in time. There was still no time to go to the layout to rescue the situation, only the strength of reluctance.

“This guy Su Jun, how can he be so strong!” Two 50-60 year olds were surprised.

“Though Old Song seems a little out of order, this guy is really good too.” Shorty middle-aged people have to be amazed.

They didn't see how many particularly stunning means Su Zheng had. The only thing that was stunning was the steps to reverse the situation. Everything else was normal. The moves were clear and clear. However, they were very stable and stable and did not panic. When the other party made mistakes, they would never let go of the opportunity to launch a mad counterattack.

The slower Song Xueru went down, grabbed a piece of chess, after a long time, he sighed and put it back in the chess jar, saying: "I lost. ”

“Old Song, promised.” Su Jin smiled.

“Mr. Su has great chess power.” Song Xueru smiled, but honestly, he was still a little unhappy. Looking back, he seemed to have made a fatal mistake like Wang Yan, and he shouldn't have saved those five pieces of white chess.

“If Old Song doesn't save those five pieces, I guess I lost. Old Song only made a mistake for a moment, I won't win.” Su Jianqian said.

“Wherever, winning is winning, losing is losing.” Song Xueju smiled softly and said, “I have a few things to do for now. I have to stay in Xuyang City. I'll have to pick up the bird at my place some other time." ”

“Old Song, how can you really give the bird to this kid?” Shorty middle-aged and two elderly people are very unhappy. They spend a lot of time trying to get the birds, but they end up playing a chess game, but they make someone else a wedding dress. How can they be willing?

“Speaking of which, how can we go against each other? At first, we didn't say" who wins "to" who wins "to" who wins ", we only send one. Are you going to cheat in front of the younger generation?” Song Xueju laughed, a short, fat middle-aged man and two elderly men could not refute it, only a depressed face.

“Old Song, let's leave a phone number and schedule another appointment. I'm just about to go play with my classmates.” Su Xiao said that he exchanged contact details with Song Xueju. After a few more chills, he left with his classmates.

After Su Xueru left, Song Xueru still stared at the chess game, but looked at it and suddenly he mumbled in his heart. He muttered to himself: “Mr. Su reversed the situation and fought back. How do you feel like you've known each other? ”