Go Legend Chapter 480

Chapter 480 Delicate but not greasy Realistic but not real

After finishing the match with Gu Dali, Li Xiangping's mission this month is over. His next official professional competition will be the "Fujitsu Cup" in early April.

And he is also the defending champion of the "Fujitsu Cup", and he will definitely have a bye in the first round, so his next game is nearly 20 days away from now.

The next day, he followed the army back to the capital. At this time, his grandparents were still at home, and they had to take care of Lin Yiran, who was about to give birth. The local tyrant Li finally officially launched the "Galaxy Bay" project. With all kinds of resources in hand, they are busy all day long.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Li Xiangping, so after he returned to the capital, the first thing he did was to call Mr. Wang Yuan from the "Go World" and tell him that he was going to do a "self-combat commentary" to give a detailed evaluation of himself and his friends. Gu Dali's game of chess.

Commenting on a Weijia game in detail in the way of "self-combat commentary", especially if this is your own defeat, this is actually very rare, and few professional chess players are willing to do so.

But since it was Li Xiangping who wanted to contribute, then Wang Yuan Ba Duan naturally welcomed it with both hands. He not only readily agreed to leave enough space in the next issue of the magazine, but also asked if reporter Zhang Da could help.

Well, Li Xiangping's so-called "self-war commentary" in the past was actually written by a reporter from Zhang Da, and Li Xiangping was also responsible for giving technical explanations next to him.

It's just this time, considering the need for a lot of communication with his own plug-ins, Li Xiangping politely declined and prepared to do it alone.

Of course, doing it alone will be a lot of trouble, not only to make chess manuals but also to write articles, of course, more importantly, to have a more in-depth discussion with Lao Shi, and strive to truly understand the "six-way hanging" dog move. So this time, the "self-war commentary" this time took Li Xiangping nearly a week.

A week later, in the office of the deputy editor of the "Go World" magazine, after reading Li Xiangping's stack of manuscripts, Wang Yuanba Duan did not hesitate to praise himself:

"Oh Xiangping, tsk tsk tsk, I don't usually see this. I didn't expect you to have such high literary attainments to write such an ancient chess review."

Well, it's because Li Xiangping has always been thick-skinned, so he blushed slightly at this time. In fact, in his previous life, his math, physics and chemistry scores have always been good. As for language, it has always been at the level of "no distinction between descendants". And this chess review in front of him, of course, is mainly due to the great chess master Shi Shi.

"Mr. Wang, if there are no other questions, then I'll go out first."

"No problem, no problem, no problem at all, tsk tsk rare to see such a good chess review, even if you want to revise it, you can't start, you go busy, you go busy"

After leaving the magazine, Li Xiangping went for a walk in the chess court and found that the chess court was empty today. Most of the national players had gone to other places to play games. teammates.

Being bored, he remembered his best friend, and dialed Zhao Daokai's phone.

"Hey."

"Daokai, what are you doing now?"

"Nothing, I'm writing a diary."

Li Xiangping's eyes widened: "Yeah! Why do you have such a vulgar hobby now?"

"What, what do you mean?"

"These days, **** keep diaries."

Li Xiangping smiled and said, "I told you Kai, don't do that kind of sleazy thing, get out of here now."

"Fuck off!" Zhao Daokai, who was scolded inexplicably, said angrily, "I don't have time now. If you want to get out of here, get out of my house."

After hanging up the phone, Li Xiangping glanced at the sky left and right, and found that he really had nowhere else to go, so he really walked all the way to Zhao Daokai's house. After arriving at the land, Li Xiangping first looked around:

"Where are your parents?"

"They all go to work, you think it hurts to be as idle as you are."

"Do you also go to work this big weekend?" Li Xiangping said this while completely relaxing. If Zhao Jiadong was okay, if it were Zhao Daokai's mother, Professor Liao, then even Li Xiangping would be embarrassed.

Strolling into Zhao Daokai's kennel, Li Xiangping was immediately attracted by a painting on the wall:

"So many? Okay, Daokai, your skills seem to have improved a lot now."

"Cut!" Zhao Daokai looked contemptuous: "What technique do you know?" But after despising Li Xiangping, the guy said of course:

"Of course, as far as technique is concerned, this school of painting that I have learned is the strongest, so other schools of painting want to attack us, they can only make some fuss about "contemplation" and the like."

Regarding Zhao Daokai's words, Li Xiangping agreed in his heart. The school of painting he studied was called the "super-realism school". Pie's highest pursuit. In this case, if you want to enter his school of painting, of course, the requirements for techniques are quite high, perhaps more than any other school of painting.

As for his school of painting being attacked by others, Li Xiangping can of course also understand 鈥��

Because he thought about the Go world he was in, he compared "aesthetic chess players" with "underground ditch flow". In fact, in Li Xiangping's view, if these two genres can play to the extreme, then of course they are both Very powerful, indistinguishable from each other.

But what if you can't reach the highest level? That's not much to say, "Gutter Flow" will probably defeat the "Aesthetic Chess Player", but unfortunately due to the poison of Japanese Go back then, many chess fans have developed a biased aesthetic view, advocating aesthetics and belittling the Gutter. Of course, there is no way to do this. thing.

Of course, although I agree with Zhao Daokai's statement in my heart, it is the daily life of the two of them to fight their best friends. Li Xiangping walked to the wall:

"Yo, I've drawn a few new ones recently, eh! One by one is still dancing, how come Daokai, did you really find a model in the dance academy?"

"Not yet, just hit the line first." When it comes to this topic, this guy is excited:

"How about Xiangping, what do you think of the first drafts of my three new paintings? Yes, just these three."

Where does Li Xiangping know what paintings are, he just pretended to look at it in detail, then shook his head and said, "It's not so good, it seems that I praised you just now for being wrong. These new paintings of yours, how can I look at them better? Old painting?"

"This is just the first draft, it's not finished yet," Zhao Daokai once again looked contemptuous:

"You're a layman, why don't you think you can't do it."

Li Xiangping smiled and said: "Although I don't know how to draw, but Dao Kai, I'm not talking about you. I found that your aesthetics are very problematic. There were so many beautiful ladies that day, how could you choose a few ugly ones to draw? Woolen cloth?"

"Look, look, it's a layman," Zhao Daokai still looks like he has 2,580,000:

"Xiang Ping, let me tell you about popular science now, so you don't go out and embarrass me. This model is the most taboo to look for those with pretty faces."

"Why?"

"In order to ensure the overall sense of coordination, if it looks too beautiful, then everyone will look at the face. For a painting, it is definitely a failure."

Well, although Li Xiangping doesn't know if this guy is fooling himself, but after carefully recalling the famous paintings he has seen, it seems that he has never seen a particularly beautiful model.

Of course, if you are tough, you still have to keep your mouth shut: "Cut, I think you can't find any pretty ones, or they didn't pay attention to you, so I found a few crooked melons and cracked dates to make up the number here."

Zhao Daokai angrily said: "You pat your conscience and say, these are crooked melons and cracked dates?"

Well, if you really have a conscience, then the words can't be said, so Li Xiangping changed the subject:

"Yo, why is this little girl so small, this is also a college student at the Dance Academy?"

"Of course not, this is what I found in the affiliated middle school, this, and this."

Li Xiangping nodded, Zhao Daokai is still a high school student himself, so of course it is normal to go to the affiliated middle school.

Li Xiangping looked at the first draft and felt a little familiar, so he asked casually, "Who is this person?"

After Zhao Daokai reported his name, Li Xiangping opened his eyes: big licking?

"what about this?"

"This young lady went out of the affiliated middle school, and I happened to meet you last time."

After Zhao Daokai reported the second name, Li Xiangping showed a strange expression: Architect Jiang?

When I saw the third picture, Li Xiangping finally got excited:

"Haha, this should be the eldest sister, you see, you dare to brag here, this black and thin person is so ugly, you can only find this kind of person."

"Is this still ugly?" This time it was Zhao Daokai's turn to widen his eyes:

"I said, Xiang Ping, what kind of eyes do you have. Let me tell you the truth. Among the three paintings, this one is the one I like the most, and I'm going to take this one as the key point."

"Why?"

"Because this young lady is the best. Don't look at it now, but she is a typical bear with a big body and a small body."

Bear big and small?

"Then who is this person?"

After Zhao Daokai announced his name again, Li Xiangping's eyes finally changed, Yaya?

Li Xiang said in a heartbeat that his best friend is really an old driver.

(end of this chapter)

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