GO: I and AI are evenly match

  On the weekend, the Jinghai City Middle School Go League.

  The competition was held in the stadium of Jinghai No. 1 Middle School.

  Don't think it's informal. It's impossible for such an amateur competition at the city level to prepare a special game room.

  Even for national competitions, many times they are held in the lobby of the hotel. Even the Women's National Championship, which determines the women's national champion, is held in the classroom of the elementary school, just to facilitate playing guidance chess with the children after the game.

  To some extent, it can be seen that Go competitions are not taken seriously.

  "Why haven't Ying Jie and Lu Jingjing come yet? The opening ceremony will start soon."

  The instructor of Chengdong Middle School, who is also the leader of Ying Jie's school's Go team this time, looked at his watch and said anxiously.

  "Here."

  Yu Renjian pointed in the direction ahead and shouted at Ying Jie who was walking slowly.

  "Here, here."

  Another teammate Zhang Zhipeng saw Ying Jie and Lu Jingjing coming over and waved.

  Seeing several people who had been waiting at the door, Ying Jie nodded: "Are you here so early?"

  "You two are too late."

  Hearing this, Ying Jie pointed at Lu Jingjing who was following behind him: "You know, girls talk very fast."

  "I understand, so I usually go out an hour or two later than they say, so that the time is just right,"

  looking at Lu Jingjing who was following Ying Jie, Yu Renjian waved his hand and shared his own experience.

  The teacher coughed twice, changed the subject, and began the usual psychological counseling before the game: "I am just going through the process of this competition. After all, you applied for it yourself, and I am just leading a team.

  Don't feel any pressure, after all, there are junior high schools and high schools in the middle school league, and you are all only junior high school students. It may be a bit stressful to face high school students.

  But it doesn't matter, just treat it as a spring outing on the weekend. It doesn't matter if you get good grades or not."

  Yu Renjian heard this and directly put his arm around Ying Jie's shoulders and said confidently: "Since you are here, you are here to win the championship.

  Here are my amateur fifth-dan bomb and Ying Jie's outrageous king bomb. Teacher, just wait to go on stage to take pictures and win the gold medal.

  Don't you think so? Ying Jie."

  Ying Jie nodded when he heard this. His main stage must win, and as long as one of the remaining three stages wins, they can advance.

  In his previous life, Ying Jie was a special guest who came to give them guidance in this city-level middle school amateur competition.

  In participating in this kind of middle school league, which is considered an amateur competition among amateur competitions, it can basically be said that he came to the pond to fry fish.

  There is no way they can lose.

  Yu Renjian felt the same way, and walked into the gymnasium in high spirits, as if he had already been chosen as the champion.

  Several people followed him into the competition venue, and were seated according to the arrangements of the organizers. The last step was an indispensable part of all activities.

  The leader's speech...

  Ying Jie was drowsy listening to it in the audience. The person on the stage was so talkative that he spoke without a script for more than an hour and still felt unsatisfied.

  If someone hadn't reminded him, he would probably have continued talking.

  After the speech, the draw for the competition began.

  There were a total of eight teams, and the competition was not gender-restricted.

  They were:

  Upper half:

  Chengdong Middle School: Third Middle School

  First Middle School: Tzu Chi Middle School

  Lower half:

  Eighth Middle School: Sixth Middle School     Mingde Middle School: Tin Ka Ping Middle School

  "The last champion No. 1 Middle School is in the same half of the district as us. If we win the first game, we will face them in the semifinals."

  Ying Jie did not say anything after hearing what the teacher said. The strong will always be strong. If you want to win the championship, don't expect to meet your opponent sooner or later, or for the strong players to be eliminated by the weak players.

  "It doesn't matter. Everyone is the same."

  Yu Renjian was very confident, mainly because he was tortured to death by Ying Jie during this period.

  It is impossible to lose the main general battle. I can just touch one with the third table and hug Lu Jingjing on the fourth table.

  Everyone looked at me, and I announced that the game was over.

  Because the leader's speaking time exceeded the limit, the referee did not have time to say more, and immediately began to organize the participants to take their seats, and the game officially began.

  "This game adopts Chinese rules. Black has a handicap of 3 and 3/4 pieces. Both sides have a retention time of 1 hour. There are 3 30-second countdowns. The game officially begins."

  With the referee's order, all 16 chess tables started the game at the same time.

  Ying Jie played white, and the main general of No. 3 Middle School played black.

  Without any extra nonsense, the opponent picked up a black piece and placed it on the star position. Ying Jie, playing white, also selected a star position.

  Both sides played very quickly. Ying Jie played quickly because he was at ease, but the main general Sanzhong was obviously careless. He made a flaw in less than 20 moves. After being pointed at the key point by Ying Jie, he began to think for a long time.

  Looking at his opponent who was thinking about the next move, Ying Jie did not sit in his seat and wait for the opponent to finish thinking, but stood up and patrolled the field.

  Most Go competitions allow patrolling, that is, leaving your own competition position to watch others play chess.

  The representative of patrolling is Ke Jie in his peak period. Ke Jie's signature move is to walk through the chess players to watch the game. Once his opponent makes a move, he quickly returns to the chessboard to make a move, and then stands up and strolls.

  This was also the norm when Gu Li, the former number one player in China, played in the previous life. At that time, Ke Jie often joked: "I don't know what they are thinking? It takes so long."

  Thanks to this fried fish, Ying Jie also felt a little bit of the mentality of the number one player in Go.

  Ying Jie first looked at the chess games played by his family members.

  Yu Renjian, the second player, had an advantage at the beginning. His opponent's chess moves were too inefficient, and he was already behind in the beginning.

  Zhang Zhipeng, the third player, was playing in the same pattern in all four corners, and it was hard to tell what was going on.

  Lu Jingjing...

  couldn't watch it! It would pollute the database!

  He had only played a trick of eighteen and a half points, and he tricked the opponent into going in, but how come such a thick layer of the Great Wall outside became a burden?

  It was like the infantry-tank coordination in the excellent African game, where the tanks directly crushed his family members.

  As if sensing Ying Jie's gaze from behind, Lu Jingjing turned around and glared at him.

  Ying Jie immediately understood what Lu Jingjing meant, "Look at the trick you taught me, why is it still like this?"

  Ying Jie shrugged and said that he had no other choice. The difference between Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and yours was not the way to play, but your own problem.

  Afraid to look at the contaminated database again, Ying Jie turned to his next opponent, the so-called champion No. 1 Middle School last year, and took a look at the main podium.

  Damn? What a miserable death.

  Both corners were dead, and were directly penetrated.

  Take another look.

  Is the dead one from No. 1 Middle School?

  (this chapter is finished)