Seeing that there was a crack in Ma Zixing's office, Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and stood outside the door and knocked on the door. "Come in!" Ma Zixing's voice was a little hoarse and a little anxious, which made Zhang Yan a little strange. In my impression, Ma Zixing was a very calm person, and his voice was very loud. Why did he change so much today?

Opening the door, eighteen years later, Zhang Yan walked into Ma Zixing's office again. An office desk, a TV cabinet against the wall, and a small TV was placed inside. Without saying much, Zhang Yan took out the manuscript and placed it gently on the table, and then said softly: "Uncle Ma, I am Zhang Yurong's son. This is my father's manuscript. He has no time to give it to you if he has urgent matters and ask me to hand it over to you."

Ma Zixuan raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yan, without a smile on his face. He took the manuscript and glanced at it. Zhang Yan noticed that his eyes were not moving at all. Then he dropped the manuscript and looked at the wall clock and said coldly: "It's already off work, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Seeing the manuscript being put aside, Zhang Yan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. He knew that unless a miracle happened, the final fate of this manuscript would definitely be a wastebasket. At that moment, he even wanted to grab the manuscript back and leave it to a sensible person to read. It seemed that it was not easy to change the original history. Zhang Yan turned around silently and prepared to leave Ma Zixing's house.

"This tastes a bit strange. Wugong's chess has always been gorgeous. Unfortunately, when we meet our little money, no matter how gorgeous the moves are, they can't be used in front of the dull knife..." Teacher Hua Yigang's very magnetic voice came from behind. Zhang Yan was a little strange. He turned around and looked at it and found that the TV was turned on, and Ma Zizhe had already taken out the chessboard and started to make a move towards the TV.

The dull sword is Qian Yuping's nickname. He and Masaki Wugong had never played a few games. Considering that Mr. Hua Yigang has never explained the right and wrong competitions, this game should be very clear. It was the last game of the fifth China-Japan Go Arena. Qian Yuping's dull sword was erect. Although Masaki Wugong's cosmic flow was extremely gorgeous, it was still slapped by the dull sword in the end and lost five and a half eyes. By the standards of a professional chess player, he lost miserably!

"Why don't you give the picture?" Mazda was still there to play the score, but the TV was not cut to the chessboard for a long time. When he switched to the picture, he also swept it. Mazing was anxious and couldn't remember it, so he became a little anxious. He took a chess piece and didn't dare to put it down! Zhang Yan looked funny. He had played this chess game several times and could recite it.

He walked over, took out the black piece and placed it in the upper right star position, then took out a white piece and placed it in the lower left star position. He waved it with one hand, and in a short while, he reached 233 hands. The black gas was all the way. This is the advantage of the ten goals of the black gas plate. The biggest part on the chessboard is only one or two eyes. When playing chess to this extent, Qian Yuping has already won.

Zhang Yan stopped when he put it here. There are only so many hands on the chess. If he put it again, it will be revealed. This chess game is wonderful and has a lot of wonderful flavors. Zhang Yan played it again more than ten years later. At this time, when he was savoring the chess game, he felt that the meaning was very different. Chess is like life. Life is not a chess. As long as he is thick and takes every step, he can win the final victory. Why bother with the gains and losses of a moment and a place?

"How do you remember to play so many moves!" Ma Zixing's words interrupted Zhang Yan's contemplation. When he looked up, he saw Ma Zixing's surprised face. Zhang Yan smiled faintly: "Uncle Ma, I have watched most of the time at home just now, so I can remember it. But it may have made a few wrong moves. Uncle Ma, please help me see if there is any mistake."

"That's right, right, how are you playing chess? Have you entered the segment?" Ma Zizhe rubbed his hands, his face full of excitement.

"I'm not in the ranks, but ordinary people can't get me." Zhang Yan's words did not lie. In the years before reading the ranks, he specially took Hua to be a teacher and learned a lot of sharp moves. Not to mention ordinary people, even Yinzhou City can't find many opponents.

"Haha, you're not too small, let's have a game." Ma Zixing was also a chess slut. He immediately became interested when he heard this. He didn't bother to watch the broadcast and started to check the ball with both hands.

Zhang Yan's heart moved and said, "It's okay to play chess, but if you lose, you have to promise me something!"

Ma Zixing asked with a smile, "Little devil, you're quite cunning. What are you talking about?" As he asked, he picked up chess pieces, picked up all the white pieces, and hugged the black pieces into the chess box. He had played chess for more than 20 years. Except for the person from Yingang Academy, he could be said to be invincible in Yinzhou and did not think he would lose.

"Well, if I win, you can look at my father's manuscript. He took a lot of effort to write it."

"Okay!" Ma Zixing answered readily. Zhang Yan guessed the white chess, first gaining the field at the beginning, and then breaking into the black formation to control the lord. Ma Zixing steadily spread the black chess and slowly oppressed the white chess. The two played very quickly, and it was already in the middle game in less than ten minutes. It was Zhang Yan's turn to take this step.

‘The current situation is that I have more on the field, and the lonely chess on the upper left is relatively thin and difficult to deal with.’ Zhang Yan’s hand held the white piece but was unable to fall behind. Ma Zixing’s chess power far exceeded his expectations, and at least reached the level of weak amateur fifth stage. It was rare in 1990. However, Ma Zixing’s chess power is more important than fighting, and he doesn’t see the overall situation very clearly. Maybe it is a good idea to make up for chess and defend himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yantuo first added a hand to the Gu Qi. Sure enough, Ma Zixing's attack lost its target, but Zhang Yan dodged it one by one, and lost some of his eyes. The eyes were no longer visible on the plate. Ma Zixing gritted his teeth and resolutely threw the black ball into the White Chess Base Camp. Zhang Yan naturally refused. The two sides started a robbery in the second half of the game. As long as the robbery was won, the dragon would be so angry.

When the chess game came here, it was just a catastrophe. Zhang Yan lowered his head and wanted to count the catastrophe. He was so happy that he didn't have to count it. There were only two catastrophes on his side, and Ma Zixing's strong hands in front sold the catastrophes. On the contrary, Ma Zixing's side had several catastrophes, and this game had already won.

Ma Zixingxiang also saw this and looked a little annoyed. Zhang Yan was proud of himself and picked up a white piece and was about to fall down. Suddenly, he felt that the chessboard was a little blurred, and his head was in a severe pain. What happened a day ago was like a lantern. Zhang Yan moaned and his hands trembled.

"Bang!" The sound of the chess piece slapped on the board was crisp and pleasant. Zhang Yan looked at it carefully and couldn't help but screamed bitterly. His move was actually a whole way away. It was originally a situation of eating double food, but after taking the wrong move, he was nothing, which was equivalent to a silence. Zhang Yan's face turned red and he suddenly stood up.

'There is no way to save it. Just like the one I used to, I always realized that everything is irreversible at the end!' Wuxin looked at it again, Zhang Yan held back his chaotic mood, bowed, and quickly withdrew from Ma Zixing's office. The chess has lost and it is useless to say anything. It's better to go home immediately and don't worry your mother.

"This little chess!" Ma Zixing wiped his sweat, holding a chess piece tightly in his right hand, looking at the chessboard with lingering fear. He won this chess game, but if the little chess is not distracted, he will be the one who loses. He is one of the best chess players in Yinzhou City. If he loses to a child, it will not be a joke. However, this child is indeed very good at chess skills, so he can often compete in the future.

"Crash" a gust of wind blew out of the window, and the manuscript on the table blew down a few pages. Ma put down the chess piece and picked up the manuscript. His eyes involuntarily fell on the manuscript sent by Zhang Yan. The title made his heart beat vigorously for a few times, "How long can the red flag be beat?"

‘Look at it?’

‘Look at it.’

Ma Zixing put the manuscript together, sat upright on the chair, held the manuscript with his left hand, and held the jar with his right hand, which was his old habit. After turning over the title, Ma Zixing frowned, "Why did Xiao Zhang's word become softer? It's a bit more smooth. Yes, you have to tell him carefully when you go back." The word is the storefront. The reason why Ma Zixing chose Zhang Yurong as his secretary was mainly because he was attracted by his words. His bones were strong and had a bit of Liu Gongquan's artistic conception. He could not be mastered without twenty years of hard practice. The words in this manuscript were a bit soft, which was much worse than usual.

But then he looked at Ma Zixing and forgot about these unhappiness. He was completely attracted by the article. He kept holding the jar in his right hand and didn't move. When he turned the page, he felt thirsty and took a big sip at the jar. But he forgot that the water in the jar was boiling hot. After the big sip, he immediately screamed in a scorching scream and jumped up. Then he shook his hands and sprinkled most of the water on the manuscript.

"Xiao Ma, why are you so angry that you can't be afraid of a hunter catching you!" A man in a gray uniform walked in and was stunned when he saw Ma Zizhe.
Chapter completed!