The afternoon game was also unpredictable, and Zhang Yan was still making great strides. His personal ranking had already risen to the top three. The other members of the Political Research Office team performed well. The overall record was astonishing 9 wins and 3 losses, ranking second in the group, and even surpassed the Municipal Second Team. He ranked second because of his small score. This result made Zhang Yan and the Political Research Office team the focus of the field.

On the afternoon of the next day, Zhang Yan met his first opponent with an equal level. Wang Sihai, who also won five consecutive victories, was also the only two unbeaten players. The victory or defeat of this game can directly affect who will become the champion. Zhang Yan had heard Ma Zixing's key introduction long ago, so he looked at it a few more times. Wang Sihai is quite handsome, wears a pair of black-framed eyes, and his hands are also very delicate. He is also a small handsome beast, but it seems that he is a little bit behind himself. Zhang Yan is happy when he thinks of this.

After guessing first, Zhang Yan took the black first, and the Chinese flow was unfolding. However, after a while, Zhang Yan knew why Ma Zixing was so concerned about Wang Sihai. This guy, who was born in the year of the Ox, had to think carefully about one step every week. Sometimes he could pick up the chess pieces and after half a minute of clamping them in his fingertips, he could take them back and continue to think about it. It was dark, and there were only more than fifty chess on the board, and other chess games were over. The players participating in the game looked at Zhang Yan silently, as if they were holding a memorial service for Zhang Yan in advance.

According to regulations, the countdown must be after the four-hour game time ends. Zhang Yan looked up at Wang Sihai's face, and saw a hint of cunning pride on his face. Zhang Yan's heart was clear: "I want to be honest, let's take a look!" He turned to Liu Mingjie and said, "I'll take you home first, this game of chess will be played very late."

"What should I do with this game of chess?" Liu Mingjie was a little worried. Although she didn't understand chess, she could see that Zhang Yan's opponent was extraordinary. If she didn't play all of them, she would probably lose this game of chess.

"It's okay, there are two hours left, so time is enough." After Zhang Yan said that, he forced Liu Mingjie to leave the venue and sent Liu Mingjie home first. After Zhang Yan returned home and was about to explain to his parents, but he only saw his mother and said, "Mom, you may come back later today. If it is too late, I will find a place to sleep in the auditorium. Don't wait for me."

Zhao Yulan was a little worried, "That won't work, why did the competition compete so late? What if something happens?"

"Mom, don't worry, what can happen in socialist society? By the way, where has Dad been going?" Zhang Yan didn't see his father, and he was a little puzzled. Dad always came home after get off work. Why is a typical good man missing today?

"Come here, mom tells you, "Your dad is going to be promoted. The news that came this morning will be reported to the Provincial Party School tomorrow. Director Ma called to Director Ma's house in the evening, and it may have to be later before he can come back. Is your pocket money enough? It takes a lot of money to play chess, you can buy more things to make up for it and try to get the first time you come back."

After saying that, he handed Zhang Yan a few five-yuan bills, Zhang Yan happily collected them. Seeing that it was still early, he went to Yinzhou Plaza to skip time. Yinzhou Plaza was noisy at night. The man's voice became louder under the stimulation of alcohol, and spitting and swearing were passed in the wine glass. Zhang Yan frowned and walked to the stall selling roujiamo habitually, took out the money and handed it to the cripple stall owner "Three roujiamos."

The stall owner took the money and shook his body a few times. He wanted to push the money back, but he was a little reluctant. Finally, he took the money in, took out a few pieces of one piece from his pocket, and handed it to Zhang Yan tremblingly. When he picked up the beef with his left hand and put it on the cutting board, he picked up the Guanxi steering knife with his right hand, and then slashed it down.

As soon as the knife was used, the stall owner felt dizzy and his right hand was exhausted. The big knife came out and cut straight to his left thumb. The sharp blade of the knife cut off his thumb, and blood spurted out. Grandpa was also tough, biting his teeth tightly, holding the wound without making a sound.

"Ouch" Zhang Yan was a little scared. He could see the scene just now clearly, why did he get the hand with one knife? Seeing the old man shaking, he hurriedly hugged the old man. He could feel the old man's body burning through the clothes. When he touched his forehead, it was so hot that it was so hot. It seemed that the old man had a high fever. Zhang Yan didn't care about complaining, tore off one of the clothes and wrapped it tightly around the old man's hand. At this time, people knew something was wrong. Everyone gathered and made suggestions on the side.

"Stop the blood first, find some ash in the incense burner, and press it!"

"What is the old man practicing? He cuts his fingers with a flying knife. Oh, who dares to hit me!"

"You dog fuck, why did I give birth to you, a bastard? The old white man worked hard to pull his granddaughter to go to school. How difficult is it? You dare to say sarcastic words. I will kill you, a bastard."

"Dad, stop hitting me, I know I'm wrong."

Zhang Yan had temporarily stopped the blood at this time. Because he was afraid that his wrist would be too tight to cause necrosis, Zhang Yan was not very tight, so the black and red blood oozed out of the broken fingers. Zhang Yan had no choice but to carry the old man and rushed into the hospital. At this time, the old man woke up, his head was still drooping, and his left arm twitched from time to time, and his teeth were clenched, but he never shouted the pain. Just for this, Zhang Yan was going to give him a thumbs up, this old man is a man.

Zhang Yan was quite impressed by one thing. The hospital in 1990 was really good. When he saw the seriously injured, he immediately started to rescue without saying a word. He didn't say anything about the rescue and medical expenses. He just pushed the emergency room here, and the attending doctor was already wearing a slipper, his other foot was bare, and his clothes were disheveled, with his cheeks bulging. He probably ran over before he even finished supper.

Zhang Yan was moved, so he followed the procedures and was busy until almost eight o'clock. Before he finished his work, the old man was rescued and half of his thumb was sewn. Although he could move, he could no longer do anything to try to fuck the big spoon. Zhang Yan felt a little regretful when suddenly the hospital clock rang nine times. Zhang Yan slapped his head, "It's broken. Just busy with the old man, he forgot that the game of chess has not been played yet."

Calculate the time, it will take at most ten minutes, and Zhang Yan didn't bother to explain and ran away.

When Zhang Yan ran to the auditorium, he heard someone in the auditorium shouting loudly: "Eighteen......17". Zhang Yan's calves shivered and almost cramped on the spot. He jumped into the auditorium with one leg in pain. The only people in the auditorium were Wang Sihai and the referee. Seeing that someone was dressed in a torn dress and a little bloody smell, he was shocked. The referee didn't count down any longer and asked Zhang Yan tremblingly: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yan first grabbed the black piece and took a quick look, slapped the chess piece, and then told the story about what had just happened. The referee then calmed down and announced that the game would continue. Wang Sihai's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still played steadily. He only grabbed a white piece and slapped it on the chessboard when he counted down to fifty-seven. He was so arrogant that he seemed to be Kong Yiji, who was placing copper coins in Xianheng Hotel.

At this time, Zhang Yan was already tired and very sleepy. Two days of six chess games were a big burden for everyone. Compared with Wang Sihai who was hurrying to rest, Zhang Yan, who went to the hospital, had reached the critical point in both physical and mental strength. Wang Sihai's eyes hidden behind the lens had already seen the dawn of victory.

After making dozens of moves, Zhang Yan slowly felt something was wrong. The situation actually tilted towards the white chess. This tilt was subtle, but it could be felt. Only those chess players who were extremely sensitive to the outcome could feel it. What surprised Zhang Yan even more was that he began to be distracted. Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhang Yan's thinking speed had dropped a lot and he could not pay attention to those details.

Time passed by one by one. The three ten-minute long tests that both sides had retained were used up one after another. Two hours were also exhausted by Wang Sihai's firm countdown. However, there were still not many chess pieces in the chess game, and there were still a large gap. However, Zhang Yan and Wang Sihai knew that the white chess had already gained an advantage, and Wang Sihai was trying hard to avoid fighting. Under the soft chess style, there was a sharp murderous aura. Zhang Yan could even feel that the white chess was opening his bloody mouth and waiting for him to jump in.

At this time, the clock was already two o'clock in the middle of the night. The referee was an uncle in his fifties. Seeing that the two of them were going to drag the game to the morning, they beat the big guy and took out a countdown and adjusted the time. "You two are really delaying. You guys press the clock yourself. If anyone's flag falls, they will lose. Let's finish the game as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he limited the time to ten minutes each, and staggered to watch the chess game. Zhang Yan's chance to play Zhang Yan has come. His chess was originally based on the sense of chess, and the speed of playing was not very different to him. Wang Sihai was miserable. His chess was all based on the way of calculation. If there was less time, there would definitely be loopholes. Seeing the passing time in seconds, Wang Sihai accidentally broke his mid-abdomen by Zhang Yan. The big dragons that meandered from the upper left corner to the lower right corner were all slaughtered. Wang Sihai looked pale, took off his glasses and wiped them again, put them again and again, and finally took out a pen to sign his name on the defeat side of the winner and loser.

Zhang Yan was also very tired, so he handed the record to the referee, and walked out of the auditorium in a daze. It was late at night, with stars everywhere, and there was not a single person on the road. The cold air was sucked into his lungs, and Zhang Yan was inspired. He thought of winning Wang Sihai and winning his championship, and then he would take the money to buy some gifts for Liu Mingjie.
Chapter completed!