Chapter 47
This highly regarded talented chess player won all the matches until he met South Korean chess player Kim Ji in the semi-finals.
The champion of this Xingyue Cup is Jin Zhi.
This made many people feel regretful, but in the eyes of some reporters, they didn't understand what they were regretting.
At the age of 12, he reached the semi-finals of the Xingyue Cup!
What a pity!
This kind of talk has a subtle feeling that the poor are feeling sorry for the rich because they don't get enough money.
Moreover, although Lin Mian lost, she still won honor, because her opponent was Jin Zhi, who had won five world championships.
In terms of seniority, experience, and age, they are all beyond the reach of Lin Mianyuan at present.
But even so, Jin Zhi frowned during the game, but after the game he gave full affirmation to this chess player.
"The future of Go will be dominated by newcomers"
It is hard to imagine that such words would be spoken by this arrogant chess player.
But having lost the game, Lin Mian lost his motivation and had a blank expression on his face when he returned to the hotel.
The Chinese team was quite satisfied with the results this time. China occupied three of the four semi-final seats in the Star-Moon Cup, while the host country Neon did not take any.
It’s just that the championship did not go to China, which is a bit disappointing, but not frustrating.
The oldest of these three players is only 26 years old. Not winning the championship this time does not mean that they cannot win it next time.
These three chess players will continue to grow, and their future will not be limited to the Star-Moon Cup.
Especially the biggest dark horse of this year - Lin Mian, who is only 12 years old this year. Who can be sure what her future will be like?
Ma Wangfei had been paying attention to Lin Mian's condition. Seeing that she was not interested in anything, he felt a little worried.
He knew that Lin Mian had never tasted the taste of losing in a competition before, and this might be her first time to experience what it felt like to lose.
But it would be very uncomfortable for someone who has never lost to accept the fact that he has lost.
This is also a hurdle for Lin Mian. Once she crosses this threshold, she will be one step closer to becoming the strongest.
But the question is how to cross this threshold.
Ma Wangfei wanted to comfort Lin Mian and wanted her to recover her spirits, but he thought that this should be her time alone.
Lin Mian needs to figure it out by himself. No matter how much they do, it is not as good as letting him do it himself. Only he can understand himself better.
"Bang, bang, bang"
Did those reporters find out his address?
But I shouldn’t be able to get in?
During this period, the organizer arranged for all chess players of the Xingyue Cup to stay in this hotel. The security is also very strict, so there should be no possibility of reporters entering.
Lin Mian approached and asked in Chinese at the door: "What's going on?"
There was silence for a moment, and then someone replied in halting Chinese: "It's me, Jingxia Jingming."
The voice was also Jingxia Jingming's. Lin Mian opened the door only after confirming it.
Outside the door, Jingxia Jingming was no longer wearing the formal and restrictive kimono, but was wearing very casual clothes, no different from the neon girls that Lin Mian saw on the street.
Jingming waved the bag in front of Lin Mian and said, "I'm here to rescue you."
This time it's in Neon language.
"You and I are of the same generation, so don't use honorifics."
Lin Mian said as he pulled Jingxia Jingming into the room and closed the door.
She had wanted to tell Jingxia Jingming about this before, but seeing Jingxia Jingming wearing the traditional costume of their country and looking very serious, Lin Mian thought that this might be the etiquette in their country, so she swallowed the matter back.
But now Jingming Jingxia has changed into casual clothes and uses honorifics in daily life, which makes Lin Mian feel absurd. They are obviously of the same generation, but he makes her act like an elder, which is unbearable.
"Etiquette cannot be abolished, Lord Lin Mian, here are the clothes I prepared, please put them on and go out with me."
"go out?"
Lin Mian had no intention of going out at the moment. After all, there were too many reporters who wanted to interview her recently. Last time, she was stopped by a reporter backstage. If it weren't for the upcoming competition, she would have been talking to him for a long time.
Her photos were in many newspapers, and even some passers-by knew who she was when they saw her.
This made Lin Mian have no intention of going out at all.
"Yes, you haven't been to the underground dojo yet. I want to take you there, in the name of a friend."
In the name of friends?
Lin Mian took the bag and said to Jingxia Jingming with a smile, "Then please wait for me outside for a while."
“It should be.”
Lin Mian opened the bag only after Jingming, who was very serious, left.
A light blue pure cotton spaghetti strap vest is paired with an off-white short knitted cardigan and a pair of dark blue low-waist jeans.
Thinking of the pink sweatshirt on Jingming Jingxia, Lin Mian was a little surprised.
She looks so calm that she seems a little too mature for her age, but she is surprisingly lively in private.
Lin Mian changed his clothes, put on a hat and a mask, and then opened the door.
Seeing Lin Mian, Jingming was stunned at first, then smiled, like roses blooming behind her.
"It suits you very well."
As he spoke, Jingxia Jingming took off the mask on Lin Mian's face.
"This is too obvious."
She took out a pair of small white-rimmed sunglasses from her bag and put them on Lin Mian.
"This is in line with the way we dress here. Others will just think you're a precocious girl."
"It's a little too white, though."
Jingxia Jingming took out a powder puff and patted Lin Mian's face a few times, "This is what I usually use. It won't look so white."
"Okay," Jingxia Jingming took Lin Mian's hand, "Please follow me from now on."
She took Lin Mian to the hotel's underground parking lot and left the hotel from there.
In the car, she stared at Lin Mian, making Lin Mian a little nervous.
"Have you consulted the team leader?"
"I told them before that I wanted to rest in my room today."
"That's great!" Jingxia Jingming's smile deepened. "From now on, your time belongs to me."
This kind of words is too subtle.
It was so subtle that Lin Mian forgot to pay attention to the feeling of unwillingness at losing.
She just watched Jingming Jingxia gesticulating and introducing the situation of the underground dojo.
She was rarely so lively, so the driver of the Inoue family subconsciously slowed down the car so that the young lady could chat with her friend for a while longer.
But happy times are always short. No matter how much you slow down, you will still reach the destination - Inoue Dojo.
As soon as he got off the car, Lin Mian found that Jingxia Jingming, who was originally very lively and talkative, had become silent, and even his every move showed the style of a Kyoto lady.
"Welcome to the underground dojo, Master Lin Mian."
Lin Mian looked up and was surprised by the building in front of him.
The Edo-era building with the nameplate reading "Jingxia Dojo" is surprisingly large.
As soon as he entered the door, a servant came forward to carry Jingxia Jingming's bag. Jingxia Jingming turned sideways and smiled at Lin Mian: "Next, let me introduce you, my Lord."
In the ancient building, Lin Mian subconsciously lightened his steps.
"It's not easy to live in a house like this."
It's so big and looks so ancient, it must be difficult to run.
If you can’t move freely in the house, is this a house for living in or a “prison”?
Jingming was stunned. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Yes, it is not easy."
"elder sister!"
At this time, a little girl came over in a pink kimono, and her childish voice sounded so cute.
"This is my little sister, Aoi-in."
Jingming hugged his sister and carefully adjusted the hem of her skirt.
Lin Mian always thought that Jingxia Jingming was an only child.
"I have guests to entertain. Aoi-in, go play with Masako."
The girl agreed obediently, bowed to Lin Mian and left.
"She's my youngest sister and she's going to start primary school this year. If she studies well, maybe she can go to college."
The fondness in the tone could not be ignored. Lin Mian could feel Jingxia Jingming's love for her sister, but at the same time she heard a hint of envy.
"What about you? How are your studies going? Which university do you want to apply to, the University of Tokyo or Keio University?"
She is so good at chess, so her academic performance should not be too bad either.
Lin Mian inferred from herself that she was a smart person. Her chess skills told Lin Mian that she was a smart person.
Unexpectedly, Jingxia Jingming shook her head and told Lin Mian in a tone that showed no regrets that she had stopped studying after finishing junior high school.
"Is it because of Go?"
Lin Mian didn't understand. No one around her stopped studying after junior high school.
If I can't study because of Go, won't I be unable to enjoy the carefree and happy days on campus as a student?
"This is my destiny, Lin Mian."
This time, Jingxia Jingming no longer called Lin Mian "Master Lin Mian", but her tone was so sad and heavy.
"What kind of destiny is this? The destiny you want is your destiny! Not a destiny you are forced to choose!"
Jingming's pupils trembled in the well, and the fine breeze passed through her palm, making her subconsciously hold it.
Lin Mian stood in front of Jingming in the well, her figure clearly reflected in her eyes.
She once brought her gentle and firm strength, and now, she brings her the courage to fight.
The hand she patted on her shoulder was so warm that it penetrated the barrier of clothes and reached her heart.
"Your chess isn't like that. You won't give up until the very last moment. Why do you just accept your fate when it comes to you? What others say doesn't matter. What you want is what matters most."
Lin Mian knew that she had also experienced such a time.
Doubts and denials about one's own existence, and concern about other people's eyes, seem to make other people's words more important than oneself.
But no, that's not the case.
Only what you want can be determined as your destiny. Everything else is just a thorn in the way of your destiny.
The only thing to do is to affirm yourself, then swing your sword and cut off all the thorns.
"Jingming, don't mention your sister with envy. Instead of pinning your hopes on her, be a role model for her and tell her that I am like this, and you will be like this in the future too."
At that moment, all the words my father and mother had said in the past were like glass dropped on the ground, quickly shattering and drifting away with the wind.
"Be her role model?"
Jingming murmured in the well.
She wanted to become stronger and revive the dojo, not only to fight for her pride, but also to protect her younger sisters and let them walk on the path they wanted.
Jingming Jing will never forget that when she lost a game of Go for the first time, her father said to her mother, "Masako is old enough now. Let her start learning Go too."
No, it's not possible.
What Masako prefers more is Kyudo rather than Go, which she thinks is extremely boring.
Jingxia Jingming didn't want his sister to suffer the same fate as himself.
She can be the one to revive the dojo, and Masako can just do what she likes.
This belief helped Jingming get through the difficult times in the well, until Lin Mian's music helped her to dispel the depression in her heart.
And now, her Lord God seemed to feel sorry for her.
Lin Mian hugged Jingming in the well, letting the moisture soak his cardigan.
"We can't admit defeat."
If you lose this time, then work hard to make yourself stronger so that you won’t lose again.
The underlying tone of their destiny is the unwillingness to admit defeat.
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