Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

The "Tomorrow Cup" friendly match finally started.

The numbers on the countdown are flashing rapidly, and the black and white parties have reached a stalemate after a tug-of-war.

The situation is tense, and any mistake may cause all losses.

Sitting in the crowd, Cheng Du watched in amazement at the ever-changing chess game on the standing chessboard. He could only describe it as "turbulent and unpredictable".

Uncle Zhou, who was holding a jade pot in his mouth, was sitting next to him, chatting and talking with several uncles, with an excited look on his face.

Cheng Du almost couldn't believe it, the one sitting in front of the chessboard and playing chess with others was the child who had to be fed even to eat, and walked on the road as if he would be blown away by the wind at any time?

The calm and focused sharpness in his eyes, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth make it impossible to doubt that he has the entire chess game in his hands, and even the opponent who didn't care at first had to show his face under his pressing step by step. Pensive expression.

Fang Zhimo supported his knee with one hand, and held the chess piece in the other hand and grinded it at his fingertips, his eyes gradually showed excitement.

In the chess game, all the live games of white chess have been done to death by him, he doesn't care how the opponent plays whatever he wants.

While Bai Fang was thinking, he began to look at his opponent.

The opponent's chess player was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was a well-known player in the youth group of T City. It is said that he was taught by a foreign teacher. His chess skills were tricky and he was the favorite to win the championship this time.

To be honest, Fang Zhimo doesn't really care about winning or losing, he just likes to enjoy the thrill of setting up and fighting.

Watching the other party step by step step by step into the trap carefully set by oneself without realizing it will give rise to a sense of superiority over others in terms of IQ.

Of course, he also likes the accident that the prey breaks free from the trap, which shows that the opponent has enough strength to be his opponent.

Maybe it's because he's used to enjoying this feeling of attention since he was a child, or maybe it's because he lacks this feeling of attention since he was a child. In short, Fang Zhimo enjoys it when everyone's eyes are on him.

Especially when he saw Fang Qiming, who had always boasted himself to be extraordinary, sitting in the crowd, looking at him with admiring eyes, he would feel that those little moves back and forth, the little black and white chess pieces, were all some very interesting stuff.

While in a trance, he saw the opponent let out a sigh of relief, threw the white chess in his hand on the board, and raised his hand.

There was a long "Hey" sound from the auditorium. There are many ways to survive on the chessboard. Everyone seems to not understand why he just surrendered like this.

There was also a trace of surprise in Fang Zhimo's eyes. Could it be that the other party had already seen his layout so many steps in advance?

The other party stood up, stretched out one hand gracefully, and supported his elbow with the other hand, leaning forward slightly: "Nice to meet you. Your name is Fang Zhimo, right?"

Fang Zhimo also stood up, stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's hand, glanced at the nameplate on the opponent's chest, and said with a smile: "Bu Xun, right? You are a good opponent, and I hope to see you again next time."

The other party smiled, gracefully withdrew his hand and said, "It will definitely."

Maybe Fang Zhimo was just being polite, but Bu Xun was serious.

Later, I heard that he specially entered the high school in City B to find this little opponent from back then, and that's for a later story.

Besides, since the results of the competition have been announced, some award presenters came to the stage to present awards to everyone.

The "Tomorrow Cup" has been held for five times, and has developed into a mature official event with trophies, prizes, and certificates of honor, and the results of the competition will also be included in the players' files.

As soon as Fang Zhimo came off the field, many people who came to the competition to scout seedlings followed him and tried to talk to him.

These people include coaches from other bases and national-level head coaches, but Fang Zhimo is not interested at all. He goes straight to Fang Qiming who is standing in the crowd, shakes the trophy in his hand, and looks at his father's face. Throw it up: "Take it."

Fang Qiming reached out to take the trophy thrown by his son like throwing garbage, touched the gold lettering on the base several times in his hand, raised his eyes still with the unfathomable expression: "It's just an exchange competition, next time between China and Japan Give me a trophy in the friendly match and come back to make fun of it."

Fang Zhimo frowned, snorted at Fang Qiming, and left without looking back.I didn't want to just walk to the door, but happened to run into Bu Xun who was holding a training bag in one hand and a silver trophy in the other.

Bu Xun smiled at him friendly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a call.

"Fang Zhimo!"

Cheng Du managed to squeeze his way out of the crowd and ran to his side.

Fang Zhimo showed a slightly shocked expression, nodded hurriedly to Bu Xun, and then greeted him with a smile: "Xueba? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to cheer you on, but it's a pity that I came too late and didn't see it as the previous scene." Cheng Du said with a bit of regret.

Fang knew that Mo Le was gone, and comforted him: "It's okay, I wasn't there in the previous scene."

Cheng Du looked at Fang Zhimo, suddenly couldn't hold back and felt a little bit amused.But he held back anyway: "I can watch it without you. The level of this event is quite high, and it's quite interesting. I think it's very interesting."

Fang Zhimo snorted, and pouted imperceptibly.

The two walked away while talking, leaving Bu Xun, his teammates and coaches waiting for the bus.

"Coach, help me study his chess moves. In the next 'Tomorrow Cup', I want to win him." Bu Xun said.

"Okay. It's rare to meet such an opponent. If you develop your career in the future, you will definitely meet him."

The coach looked at the child's back, thinking about the child's chess move just now.It was really interesting to meet such an opponent in City B unexpectedly.

On one side, Bu Xun was thinking of winning Fang Zhimo, but on the other side Fang Zhimo only regarded Go as entertainment and never cared about it.

To Bu Xun's deepest regret, he never saw children in the next two "Tomorrow Cups" or even in all subsequent competitions.

On Monday, Cheng Du went out to participate in the competition on behalf of the school. Tan Yuan and Tan Xiaobo have recently become obsessed with video games.

Recently, Cheng Du has taken good care of him. Eggs and milk in the morning, nutritious school meals at noon, and Xueba cooks in the evening. His days are so nourishing.

As soon as Cheng Du left, Fang Zhimo once again fell into the fear of being dominated by the days without meals, and had to go out to look for food.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked near the back gate of the school, he was greatly surprised by the scene shrouded in dim street lights.

The back door of their school is close to a small hillside. It is usually quite deserted, but since opening a video game room, it has gradually become popular, attracting all kinds of teachers and students from all walks of life to gather here. From time to time, there are legends of elementary school students being bullied and beaten nearby.

Fang Zhimo's wandering here was purely blind, and he didn't intend to stay for long.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw two figures in front of him surrounded by a group of gangsters who were shouting something loudly.

Fang Zhimo took a closer look, the two people were none other than Tan Yuan and Tan Xiaobo.

Looks like he's in trouble.

Fang Zhimo's first reaction was not to rush up to help, but to search around, hiding behind a pile of prefabricated panels for construction, intending to observe the situation clearly first.

The prefabricated panels are hollow, and Fang Zhimo can clearly see the situation over there through the small round hole, but the people over there cannot see a child hiding behind the prefabricated panels.

There were six people on the other side, and one of them was a skinny monkey with long hair and a naughty face who kept talking loudly, and looked like their leader.

The others surrounded the two of them, throwing the bricks and sticks in their hands, which looked very abominable.

Fang Zhimo could tell that this group of people were gangsters who made a living by robbing money. There were thugs, horsemen, and leaders. They had a clear division of labor and each performed their duties.

He frowned and decided to hold his breath to watch.

The gangster pushed Tan Xiaobo and yelled something, and several ponies rushed up, punching and kicking Tan Xiaobo.Tan Yuan yelled loudly, threw away the schoolbag in his hand, and squeezed into the crowd while yelling. During this time, he also suffered a lot of punches and kicks, and the school uniform on his body immediately became dirty.

The gangster nodded to Ma Zai next to him, and someone walked over to pick up Tan Yuan's schoolbag, and at the same time snatched the schoolbag that Tan Xiaobo was clutching tightly in his hand, dug out the money inside, and handed it to the little boss.The little boss nodded the money in his hand, very satisfied, squatted down with a smile, patted Tan Xiaobo's face with the back of his hand, and said something, the group laughed arrogantly, pointed at the two and scolded them again. After a few words, he arrogantly left with his belongings.

Tan Xiaobo cursed out of anger, Tan Yuan remained silent, while Fang Zhimo stood behind the prefabricated panels, watched quietly for a while, put his hands in his pockets, and left.

The author has something to say:

Fang Xiaomo is going to do something _(:з」∠)_.