Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Anyone with basic knowledge of Go knows that the Tianyuan position is located at the very center of the Go board.

If normal people were playing, very few would occupy this point first, since Go is essentially a game of encircling territory, and whoever occupies a larger area wins.

"Song Yun, why don't I play this game?"

The old man Bai stared at Song Yun clicking away with the mouse, each click seemingly hitting his own heart.

Similarly, on the other side of the computer, a fourteen-year-old boy frowned and muttered, "How come this person's thought process is different from before?"

In previous games, the opponent always took a long time to think and appeared tired in their attacks, resembling an old person playing.

But in the new game, the opponent's offense was like a raging fire, pressing the boy to the point where he could hardly catch his breath.

When six minutes had passed in the game, the boy sighed and, having no choice, clicked on surrender.

"Won."

Song Yun spoke as if he were above it all.

It was as if he was just a spectator to this game of Go.

Old man Bai sitting beside him was already stunned at this point, unable to keep up with Song Yun's thought process.

Sometimes, the seemingly casual moves that Song Yun played would play a key role several rounds later!

Moreover, occupying the Tianyuan position was not entirely useless. It was precisely with this move that he continuously expanded in all directions of the board until the opponent had no more moves to play!

Brilliant!

"Old man, mind if I play another round against the opponent?"

Song Yun said cheerfully, "I'm free anyway, I can help you level up your rank."

"No way! If you want to play, go create your own account. If you boost my rank, I might end up facing only professional players in the future. Then it wouldn't be any fun at all!"

Old man Bai waved his hands and said, "But I really underestimated you. Your skill in Go must have reached a professional level. Have you trained before?"

"Hmm, I learned some strategies from an old man for a while,"

Song Yun made up an answer, "Playing this is just for fun. If we take it too seriously with laughter and anger, I'm afraid your body won't be able to take it."

"Alright, alright! I get it! Why do you sound like Qiu, always preaching! You really are her own son!"

After saying that, old man Bai sent Song Yun out.

Song Yun returned to his room with a smile, where Ye Qingqing had already woken up, and breakfast was brought in by a servant.

"Where've you been?"

Ye Qingqing asked curiously.

"Don't even mention it, I went to play Go with the old man."

Song Yun grabbed a steamed bun and took a big bite, his words muffled as he spoke.

Meanwhile, at the Hua Country Go Association.

In the highest official association for Go in Hua Country, a teenager with his hands propping up his chin kept watching the recent Go game over and over.

With each viewing, he was able to gain some inspiration from the thought process behind the opponent's moves.

He considered himself a genius, as he would always think three moves ahead for each move he played—he was a true embodiment of the 'think three steps ahead' approach!

But in the recent match, the opponent demonstrated the ability to think five steps ahead!

To know that his teacher, the president of the Hua Country Go Association and the top professional Go player of Hua Country, was no better than that!

And yet, even with such skill, the opponent played quickly. What did that signify?

It signified that thinking five steps ahead was not even the opponent's limit!

The thought gave the boy a shiver. What a monster!

He closed his laptop and walked out the door with a grim face.

Outside were dozens of young players studying Go patterns with their teacher.

To this, the boy was somewhat scornful. If memorizing all the patterns would make one a master, then Go ranks would be dirt cheap.

Go is all about memory and natural talent!

A person's talent is the path they are able to carve out for themselves in professional competitions throughout their life.

If there is no talent, the idea of making up for deficiency through hard work is less effective than joining the chess association next door!

"Qingyun, you've come out."

The teacher who taught Go smiled and greeted the youth.

The youth just nodded slightly and left.

The teacher had no complaints about this.

Because in this circle, strength means everything!

When Liu Qingyun was seven years old and became the pupil of the association president, it shocked countless children who claimed to be prodigies.

They came to challenge with dissatisfaction in their hearts, but the outcome was embarrassing for them.

More than forty talented youths fought in matches, not winning a single game against him!

And as Liu Qingyun grew older, he became even more enchanting, with many teachers becoming his defeated opponents.

However, Heaven is fair; what it gives, it also takes away.

Liu Qingyun seemed somewhat at a disadvantage in social interactions, having not a single friend, and even generally carried a cold demeanor, keeping people at a distance.

"Teacher, teacher! I've sent you an email with a video in your mailbox!"

Liu Qingyun shouted as he pushed open the door to the Go Association President's office.

"Well, it's rare to see a video that interests you."

The President appeared to be around sixty, very slender. Unlike his contemporaries who often let their beards grow out, his face was clean-shaven, giving him a spirited look.

"Let me have a look."

The President opened the email and played the video, which showed two people playing on an online platform. Normally, the skills of players on this kind of network platform are mixed, with few experts present.

But trusting his pupil, the President patiently continued watching.

"Goodness me, the first move directly at Tengen!"

The President perked up immediately, knowing that anyone who played this move was either a novice or a crafty professional.

After all, in his memory, there were a few elders who also liked to play like this, though it was usually when playing a let-game against children.

Watching the other player's style, the President felt more and more familiar with it. He paused the video and glanced sideways at his youngest disciple.

Seeing Liu Qingyun with a tense face, the President chuckled silently to himself; it was indeed him.

This kid was probably bored and created an alternate account to trounce weaker players on the online platform.

Lone Desert Wolf, what an old-fashioned name.

After watching the short video, the President leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Teacher, what do you think of this game?"

Liu Qingyun nervously asked, clutching the hem of his clothes.

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Yes!"

"I feel like your opponent was toying with you,"

The President sighed and said softly with his eyes still closed, "It's as if you were playing against someone your own age."

These words struck Liu Qingyun like a bolt from the blue, leaving him standing there stupefied for a long time, unable to recover.

Is the gap really that wide?

"This person's strength must not be underestimated; I can't even say for sure that I would win, let alone how this expert suddenly appeared from the populace."

The President tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought, "Qingyun, give me your online account. I want to invite this person for a game!"