The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Changes to Take the Black Moonlight Script - Chapter 28

On the fourth day of the Weijia League’s opening, the regular season had progressed to the third round.

In the first two rounds, Du He had undoubtedly secured victories.

Yi Jing won against the nine-dan foreign player from the Shanhai team in the first round, but lost to the nine-dan foreign player from the Muni Fox team in the second round.

Perhaps it was assumed that Du He would continue his triumphant streak and create another winning legend, or perhaps it was known that the results of the matches would not be revealed for several hours, so the number of viewers watching the live broadcast had decreased by half compared to the first day.

In the professional Go classroom, another game was in progress.

However, this game was nearing its end.

The onlookers nearby were well aware that, although this game had only reached the mid-game stage and had not yet entered the endgame, the white pieces were already at a disadvantage.

At the 90th move, facing the black pieces’ attack, Weng Qizheng hesitated for a long time before choosing to avoid the confrontation.

However, it was this very move that led to her complete collapse, as the point difference suddenly widened from 10.7 to 16.

By the 104th move, the point difference further increased to 20.6.

Although Weng Qizheng later attempted to reduce the point difference to 17.8, she could not withstand the black pieces’ offensive, and by the 126th move, the point difference rose to 35.8.

Shang Shiqian, playing black, completed the 127th move, and Weng Qizheng helplessly resigned.

Shang Shiqian did not forget the etiquette of Go: “Thank you for the game.”

Weng Qizheng’s expression was calm, and there was a hint of admiration in her gaze as she looked at Shang Shiqian: “Talents emerge in every generation; even if I were thirty years younger, I might not be your match.”

“You flatter me.”

Weng Qizheng smiled: “As one ages, it’s easy to overthink, to look back and forth, and end up confused.”

She turned to Li Zhishen and the others: “You should take this as a warning.”

“Yes, Professor Weng.”

Weng Qizheng said to Shang Shiqian: “After these few matches, I believe I have a good understanding of your playing strength and style.”

She paused, and everyone thought she might have some advice, but instead, she dropped a bombshell.

“Are you interested in teaching them?”

Not only were Li Zhishen and the others stunned, but even Shang Shiqian was momentarily taken aback.

She could not grasp Weng Qizheng’s meaning: “What do you mean?”

Weng Qizheng held her hand, both happy and relieved: “I haven’t seen a player with balanced abilities in a long time.

Most players in the past pursued explosive power, focusing solely on offense, neglecting the opening and endgame. As a result, they often failed to consider the opening properly, and with poor endgame skills, they would find themselves in a strong position during the mid-game, only to lose in the endgame due to carelessness.

With the development of AI, many players have used it to compensate for their opening deficiencies, but only a small handful of top players can truly utilize AI effectively.

Most lower-ranked players overly rely on AI patterns without forming their own understanding of Go principles, lacking the ability to calculate and fight in the mid-game, ultimately falling into the trap of rote memorization like a formulaic essay.

You are different. Although you initially became passive by using patterns that AI has deemed obsolete, you can quickly adapt and decisively break through in chaotic mid-game situations.

This shows that you have independent thinking ability in Go, a keen sense of the game, and a style that is quite steady and mature. Your endgame level is also high, allowing you to seize the initiative.”

Li Zhishen and the others had all been critiqued by Weng Qizheng, but they all had various fatal shortcomings.

Even the currently popular Du He had been pointed out by Weng Qizheng for multiple flaws, but he had not taken them seriously.

Hearing her evaluation of Shang Shiqian now, they could not help but feel astonished, and a hint of doubt arose in their hearts: Is this girl really better than Du He?

—It was not that they arrogantly believed female players must be inferior to male players, but the girl before them did not even have a rank, while Du He was a Go genius who had won three world championship titles.

The gap was so vast that it was hard not to suspect that Weng Qizheng had ulterior motives.

Weng Qizheng also knew that asking Shang Shiqian to guide these students would raise questions, especially since there was Du He, who had a higher skill level and greater fame at the school. Why would she seek out an unknown female player?

But high skill does not mean everything.

Du He was very talented, excelling in all aspects from opening to calculation, far surpassing many top players, which is why he was called a genius.

However, precisely because he was a genius, a solitary genius, he was not suited for the role of guiding students.

The students generally had low ranks, and they could not keep up with Du He’s thinking.

Through these three days of interaction with Shang Shiqian, discussing the Weijia League’s game records and actual matches, Weng Qizheng discovered that she had a very clear understanding of her own thought process.

She possessed the professional qualities of a top player; AI could only analyze the winning probabilities and trends of each move but could not explain the reasons behind them.

It was like solving a math problem that provided the correct answer but did not offer the process or reasoning.

Shang Shiqian could articulate why she made certain moves, and just this alone qualified her to teach students.

Shang Shiqian humbly replied: “You flatter me; I don’t even have a rank right now.”

Weng Qizheng stated her reason for asking Shang Shiqian for help: “In today’s Go scene, rank no longer represents everything. The National University Go Championship is in July, and I would like to ask you to help them with special training.”

Shang Shiqian suddenly understood.

Li Zhishen and the others also realized Weng Qizheng’s good intentions.

Although she was an associate professor, her research on Go leaned more towards theory.

Du He and Yi Jing, who could teach them practical skills, had too many competitions to participate in and would not spend time guiding them.

Playing against Shang Shiqian would allow them to learn a lot.

But there was only one Shang Shiqian, and sometimes they would wait a whole day without getting a chance to play against her.

If she could guide them, that would be wonderful.

Shang Shiqian pondered for a moment and said: “Please allow me to think about it.”

Weng Qizheng then stopped discussing the topic and began chatting casually with her.

Weng Qizheng was curious: “Many patterns have been eliminated due to the advent of the AI era; why are you still using them?”

Shang Shiqian chuckled awkwardly.

She had missed the years when AI developed most rapidly. Although she sensed some changes while playing against the students, she had not played against high-ranked players and found it difficult to completely change her past thought process in a short time.

However, in the past few days, she had studied the game records of players in the Weijia League and absorbed a lot of new knowledge, gradually adjusting her thinking to adapt to the changes in Go in the AI era.

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When leaving the classroom, everyone noticed that the Go Room was somewhat empty, with only a few people still playing.

“Has the match ended?” Li Zhishen asked one of the students.

“It’s over; Du He lost.”

Li Zhishen and the other students exchanged glances, but they were not particularly disappointed; after all, there is no such thing as an undefeated champion in the Go world.

Every player will lose games.

However, Weng Qizheng had asked them to study Du He’s game records from this round carefully to see if they could identify any issues.

Li Zhishen thought for a moment, added Shang Shiqian as a friend, and then pulled her into a small group for easy consultation.

After Weng Qizheng left, Shang Shiqian initially planned to go back, but upon hearing the sound of rain, she realized it was raining.

The good news was that she could wait for a ride, but the bad news was that she hadn’t brought an umbrella, and it would take at least eight minutes to walk to the East Gate. By the time she got there, she would be drenched.

Just as she was worrying, Chen Yixun sent her a WeChat message: “It’s raining; you seem to have forgotten your umbrella. I’ll bring one to you.”

The dormitory area seemed even farther away, and with the heavy rain outside, Chen Yixun would surely get soaked too.

She replied: “You don’t need to make a special trip; I’ll wait in the Go Room until the rain lightens up.”

After saying this, she politely declined the students who had come to invite her to play and found a seat by the window, watching the campus scenery outside, which had turned into a misty Jiangnan painting.

It was not class time, and with the rain falling, there were only a few sparse figures outside.

At that moment, a black long-handled umbrella on the road caught Shang Shiqian’s attention.

But she was not focused on the umbrella; rather, it was the person holding it.

The umbrella blocked the person’s face, but after so many days of interaction, Shang Shiqian was already quite familiar with that figure and walking style.

Moreover, she had left with that person earlier that morning; she would not mistake that outfit.

Whether by coincidence or because the person had keenly sensed her gaze, they suddenly stopped in front of the building’s stairs.

The umbrella was slightly moved aside, revealing a delicate yet calm face beneath.

Through the heavy rain, their eyes met in mid-air.

Shang Shiqian’s heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked at that moment.

After a while, that person ascended the stairs, walking towards the main entrance of the teaching building.

Shang Shiqian also suddenly stood up and quickly walked outside.

When she reached the entrance of the teaching building, Wei Yixian appeared before her, holding the umbrella.

Even with the umbrella shielding her, Wei Yixian’s pants were still wet—her pants were black, so it wasn’t very noticeable, but the soaked fabric looked somewhat heavy, and the tops of her shoes were speckled with raindrops, which Shang Shiqian noticed at a glance.

The wind carried the rainwater under the umbrella, wetting the ends of Wei Yixian’s hair and one side of her shirt.

This was quite a disheveled state for someone like Wei Yixian, who usually paid attention to her appearance.

“Why did you suddenly come over, Wei Yixian?” Shang Shiqian was puzzled as to why Wei Yixian was not waiting in the car as usual.

Given Wei Yixian’s character, even if she knew Shang Shiqian had forgotten her umbrella, she would have sent a driver or bodyguard to deliver it, rather than come herself and get so drenched.

Wei Yixian’s eyelashes fluttered, and she lowered her gaze.

Seeing her still standing in the rain, Shang Shiqian reached out to pull her in and helped to close the umbrella.

Caught off guard by the sudden pull, Wei Yixian lifted her eyelids, revealing a moment of dazedness.

For a brief instant, Shang Shiqian saw the mist in her eyes.

But upon closer inspection, they were still as clear and sharp as ever.

Wei Yixian steadied her thoughts and said: “You forgot your umbrella.”

“So, you came to bring me an umbrella? Where is it? You don’t mean you only have this one, do you?”

Shang Shiqian leaned her head to look behind her, but she did not find anywhere for her to hide an umbrella.

“Is one not enough?” Wei Yixian allowed her to scrutinize without restraint.

Shang Shiqian replied: “It is enough, but I thought you wouldn’t want to share an umbrella with me.”

Wei Yixian’s tone became somewhat intriguing: “Why would you think that?”

Shang Shiqian: …

She thought to herself: Do I really need to spell out your usual attitude?

Even though she hadn’t heard her converse with the system, Wei Yixian still read the general meaning from her expression.

This person’s gaze was too easy to understand.

Just like before.

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