When Chihara Hiroshi arrived home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Chihara Sabu stood up and smiled: "Brother, welcome to return victoriously."

"How do you know I didn't come back after losing the game?"

Hiroshi Chihara put down the convenience bag in his hand, which contained the snacks and fruits he had just bought.

There is no TV at home, so it is impossible to know the results through live TV.

Chihara Sabu took out three food boxes from the convenience bag, one filled with barbecue, one filled with crepes, and the other filled with chopped watermelon.

"Brother, you are not the kind of person who fails and still shops. In that case, brother, you just pretend that nothing has happened and go home as usual."

Hiroshi Chihara was stunned.

The original owner's habits are somewhat similar to those in his previous life.

He sat in front of the coffee table and opened three food boxes in turn: "Since that's the case, let's start."

"But... I've eaten it."

Chihara Hiroshi showed a teasing expression: "Su, you said so last Sunday night, but later-"

Chihara Sabu stuffed a piece of melon meat into his mouth to stop him from continuing to speak.

Then he took out a piece of crepe as if no one was around and started eating it slowly.

Hiroshi Chihara smiled and swallowed the watermelon juice.

And in the air that Qianyuan could not see, a white board emitting light slowly emerged.

The other values ​​have not changed, only the column "Remaining Chess Soul Points" has changed from 423 points to 923 points.

Obviously, after today's stop with Kiji Chieko, he received a total of 500 Chess Soul Points.

But when you see the 100,000 points required for the next level and the 10,000 points required for the next skill level, you also feel that the points of less than 1,000 chess souls that are less than 1,000 are a bit shabby.

As for the 1,000 points required to improve physical fitness, he has not considered it for the time being.

After all, in the future, it depends on the brain, not on the development of limbs.

But his physical fitness is only 0.7 times that of an adult, which is indeed a bit bad. He is planning to wait until he becomes an adult before deciding whether to improve.

Just as he was about to close the system panel, a text suddenly jumped out:

"You won the Osaka TV Go Challenge Cup championship.

Competition name: Osaka TV (TVO) Go Challenge Cup.

Nature of the competition: Regional amateur events.

Competition ranking: No. 1.

Competition reward: 5000 Chess Soul Points"

Hiroshi Chihara thought he had a zero, so he closed his eyes and opened it again.

It's really three zeros!

He couldn't help but burst into tears.

In the past two months, he has been relying on playing chess with others to get chess soul points.

Not to mention the low efficiency, if the opponent's chess power is too much worse, he will still lose all the money in one game.

This time he was rewarded with 5,000 points. He was like a poor boy who entered Baoshan, and his eyes were so shaken that he couldn't open it.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

When Qianhara Sabu saw him staring in the air, he smiled a little...silly, and shook his arm.

"Oh, it's okay."

But his face still had the same expression, and Chihara couldn't help but worry.

The white panel in front of me refreshed, and the ‘remaining points of chess soul’ became 5923 points.

Chihara Hiroshi remembered that before going home, when he saw the extra 400,000 yen on the Mitsubishi bank card on the ATM.

But if you talk about value, the number of chess soul points is much larger than that of money.

He decided to continue to survive. If there was no need, he would not even plan to improve his skill level.

His priority is to the next level of chess and chess.

From this point of view, compared with the huge number of 100,000 points, these 5923 chess soul points are nothing.

Hiroshi Chihara watched as the panel slowly disappeared.

But for now, "money" is still his first motivation for action.

There is a cost to treat the disease;

To cure the disease, it requires going to school, a fee;

For safety, it is necessary to move out of Xicheng District, which is another cost...

There are many places to spend money, and in this way, one million yen is far from enough.

...

Interior of a lounge at Osaka TV.

Afterwards, the TV station's executive Koizumi took out a cigarette, and the Kogaki beside him tactfully picked up the lighter and lit it for him.

At the same time, place the ashtray on the bedside table on the bed.

"Did the interview with the Go competition go smoothly today?"

Mr. Koizumi has gray hair, but there are not many wrinkles on his face and is usually well maintained.

"For your blessing, everything goes well, just-"

Guyuan leaned against his shoulder with his quilt in his arms, looking like he was reluctant to speak.

Although the CEO of Koizumi knew that this was a woman's trick, he still pinched her face and asked casually: "What's wrong?"

Kogaki looked shy: "Before today's competition, I went to interview one of the contestants, but because I defended Miss Chieko Kiji, he was insulted with vicious words.

Mr. Koizumi, he happened to win the championship again. I was afraid that he would be humiliated by him when the awards were presented tomorrow night..."

"Who is he? Are there any big shots in the family?"

The contempt in Guyuan's eyes flashed away.

This old man is becoming more and more timid. If it weren’t for the bad economy in the past two years, in order to prevent layoffs, she wouldn’t look down on this old guy who is neither good nor useful!

"It's just a poor boy living in Kazusaki. Even if he comes from an ordinary family, he won't live in a ghostly place like Kazusaki!"

Officer Koizumi pressed half of the remaining fine cigarette into the ashtray, breathing a sigh of relief, and the cigarette in his mouth also spit out, turning into a circle:

"Since that's the case, I'll go with you tomorrow. I'm just a poor boy who can make Go. I'll ask that boy to kneel down and apologize to you!"

"It's still early, now, how should you repay me?"

"I hate it, Mr. Koizumi..."

...

The next day, when Chihara Hiroshiko walked into the classroom, she noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange.

After walking to the desk, he finally knew the reason.

On the original dark yellow tabletop, someone wrote it tightly with a pen and a knife.

Such as 'Kazaki's trash is rolled back into the trash can', 'The smell of loving the neighborhood', 'I'm going to vomit when I see you, 'Why don't you die yet', 'The garbage is not worthy of studying in Kamakura High School', etc.

Hiroshi Chihara glanced around the class with a blank expression.

As usual, the students in the class have previewed textbooks, chatted, and made up homework.

He walked out of the classroom and walked towards the teacher's office.

Angry?

There is one thing, though.

But he didn't want to ask the teacher for complaint, but there were many scratches of small knife on the table.

This is a public property in the school and damage is subject to compensation.

It’s not him that the damage is, it’s better to explain it to the teacher in advance.

He had just left, and everyone in the class looked in the direction he left.

"Is he so angry that he went home?"

"He is still here, looking at his direction, probably to tell the teacher."
Chapter completed!