My girlfriend is Ying Li Li

If Xiao Ai finds out that this is not the first time, but has even happened to have a super intimate contact with a 'kiss of victory', it is very likely that the person will turn black on the spot, exuding a terrifying murderous aura that makes the entire research association afraid to say anything!

"Okay, okay." Shui Yuemiao's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly, "I want to see magic."

The six-year-old blond girl raised her little hand and said softly, "I want it too."

Yinzi pinched her waist with her left hand and held a folding fan in her right hand. She patted her shoulder lightly with disgust in her eyes: "Lolicon."

The new folding fan in her hand was bought from a convenience store on the way, but there was no writing on it.

Hashima Seisuke pretended not to hear, took out a coin from his pocket, flicked it, held it with his right hand, then blew a breath, opened his right hand again, and the coin in his hand disappeared without a trace.

Several primary school students opened their eyes wide and shifted their attention.

"The coins are really missing."

"Been eaten, meow?"

"Master, master, master, where did the coin go?"

"..."

Use the coin disappearing magic to successfully get through the difficulties, and the time has just arrived for today's ranking battle.

Hajima Seisuke led a few bouncing elementary school students to the second floor of the award ceremony, and then walked into the special competition room to participate in the competition.

Today's opponent is Kuruno Kurato from the professional B-level team. He is a middle-aged uncle in his forties. He wears glasses and a suit. He looks somewhat elegant.

Seeing Hajima Seisuke sitting across from him in a shirt, the middle-aged man looked up and joked: "I'm not wearing a suit. I'm being looked down upon."

"It's too hot to go out in the morning." Seisuke Hajima twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and explained, "Wearing a suit now is a bit uncomfortable."

The circle of professional chess players is just that big. Everyone looks up and down, and there is basically no "life or death" old enemy. It is better to say that many people have a good relationship in private, and they often get together to drink and fight.

Don't think that professional chess players are cold-hearted. In fact, many of them are uncles who pick their feet, and there are also old men who are addicted to two-dimensional beautiful girl mobile games.

Although Hashima Seisuke has become a professional chess player, he has no such emotions as youthfulness, arrogance and complacency. He treats his seniors with due respect, and of course, he will not show mercy when playing chess.

To a chess player, mercy from an opponent is just an unspeakable humiliation.

"It's nice to be young."

The middle-aged uncle raised his hand and scratched his head, with a nostalgic expression on his face, "I also became a professional chess player in high school. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it feels like a dream..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged uncle suddenly paused, and tears of sadness overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hashima Kiyosuke was shocked. His eyes got wet when he recalled his life. Was his past life particularly miserable?

"hair……"

The middle-aged uncle spread his right hand, looked at the palm, and said in a sad tone: "Another one actually fell out."

Hajima Kiyosuke: "..."

The biggest crisis for middle-aged men is the hairline crisis.

Japan has the lowest obesity rate in the world. Whether it is the elderly or middle-aged people, there are not many fat people, because if you are fat, you will be fired from the company. It is difficult to produce fat people with a light diet. However, on the contrary, the hairline The baldness crisis is particularly serious. More than 60% of middle-aged men are in danger of going bald.

"When I wake up in the morning recently, I always see a few fallen hairs next to the pillow... I didn't expect this day to come. The anti-hair loss and regeneration shampoo is of no use at all..."

Of course it’s useless! If a small bottle of shampoo can solve the crisis, who would endure so much pain for hair transplantation?

Hashima Seisuke couldn't help but look at the top of the middle-aged man's head. No wonder he combed his hair back. It turned out to be to block the sparse top of his head!

"It's almost time."

The uncle notary next to him raised his hand and touched the top of his head in sympathy, with the same sad expression on his face: "You two can start the game."

"Please give me more advice."

"Please give me more advice."

The game starts soon.

Twenty minutes later, the winner was decided.

"I lost."

The middle-aged uncle surrendered and seemed to still be unable to wake up from the sadness of losing his hair, which made Hajima Kiyosuke feel a little defeated.

"Thanks for the advice."

Hajima Seisuke bowed, stood up and left the table. The middle-aged man could only bear the sorrow of losing his hair.

So far, Hashima Kiyosuke has participated in three ranking matches, with a record of three wins and zero losses. Not to mention the bonus of 200,000 yen, this record has attracted many people's attention. After all, the difficulty of amateur and professional competitions The gap is quite large. In history, many chess players suffered a tragic losing streak after being promoted to the professional level. Being able to advance rapidly in the professional circle and continue to maintain a winning streak is undoubtedly the best proof of their strength.

When I walked to the door, I saw several elementary school students looking around. When they saw Hajima Seisuke coming out, they all cheered.

"Teacher wins!"

"I actually beat the professional B-level teachers so quickly. It's amazing."

"Onii-chan is the best."

Hajima Seisuke wanted to say that half of the reason he won was because the middle-aged man was immersed in the sadness of losing his hair and couldn't extricate himself, but after thinking about it, he let it go. When he and Ginko were studying shogi last night, they watched the opponent's game video and he won. The probability is already very high.

After the ranking match, Hashima Seisuke was planning to go back, but Ginzi suddenly said: "Seisuke, come here."

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the Shogi League staff beside Ginzi, Hajima Kiyosuke became curious.

"That's right, the Shogi Alliance wants you to write something..."

The staff member bowed and explained the situation in a concise tone. Hashima Seisuke quickly understood that the so-called thing was actually a 'calligraphy treasure', the kind of calligraphy and painting that could be sold for money.

Chess players have become "public figures" and have many loyal fans and supporters. In order to strengthen the connection between fans and shogi players, the Shogi Alliance launched the calligraphy project - every professional shogi player must write some words and become an idol. The items are for sale, and fans who like them are naturally willing to pay for them.

What else to do?

Professional chess players are all men, many of them are burly men with unimpressive looks and ferocious voices. Only those who have learned to show off their faces can buy photo albums, so they can only sell some words to make a living.

"Write..."

Hashima Seisuke rarely showed hesitation.

Writing is nothing, and it's not like taking off your clothes and dancing on a pole. The problem is that the calligraphy written by Seisuke Hajima is really unsatisfactory.

It's true that there is a calligraphy class in the school, but it's a pity that there is only one class a week. Almost everyone in class is fishing in troubled waters, and it has no effect at all.

"Teacher Hajima, do you have any questions?" the staff member asked with a slight bow.

"no problem."

Hajima Kiyosuke came to his senses, with an apologetic smile on his face: "Let's go."

Three minutes later.

In a calligraphy room, Hajima Kiyosuke looked at the paper, brushes and inkstone in front of him, slightly twitching the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but feel nervous.

I only wrote calligraphy for a period of time when I was in elementary school before time travel. I only took a few calligraphy classes after coming to this world. In order not to attract attention, I haven't written a few words. It will definitely be terrible later. Maybe not even as good as a primary school student!

As a professional chess player, if you just play shogi well, why should you sell words?

I can't get through this day!

"What are you looking at?"

Yinzi clasped his hands on his chest, sounded a little impatient, and urged: "Hurry up and write."

Hajima Kiyosuke only felt a dull pain in his head and looked at Ginzi: "How about you write it for me?"

"Well..." The staff member showed an awkward yet polite smile, "Metabolism is not possible."

"You're weird."

Yinzi raised his little face and looked with half-squinted eyes.

"Well..." Hajima Kiyosuke paused for half a second, "I'm thinking of writing something."

Yinzi said: "You can write anything."

"Is it okay to be gentle and cute?"

"Snapped!"

The sound of a folding fan falling on my arm was heard.

Yinzi's face was slightly red, with a murderous look on his face. He looked over like a princess looking down at her subjects who dared to molest her. He read out the judgment in a cold tone: "Let's commit seppuku."

"Yes."

Looking at the folding fan in Ginzi's hand, Hashima Kiyosuke's eyes lit up, and he suddenly knew what to write.

(It’s uncomfortable. There are more and more banned words.

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It's true that there is an inkstone, but it doesn't need someone else's red sleeves to add fragrance. It is mainly used to hold ink, which feels a little unnecessary.

Hajima Seisuke picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

"indomitable."

After all, it was a four-character idiom in Chinese characters. He could barely write it, but the brush was much more difficult to use than the pencil. Looking at the words he had written, Hashima Kiyosuke suddenly felt the urge to raise his hand to cover his forehead.

"..."

After a short silence.

"The handwriting is so ugly."

Ginzi clasped his hands on his chest and commented in a reviewer's tone: "It's completely at the level of a primary school student."

Without tearing it up directly, saying "Ashes to ashes, soil to soil, garbage to garbage" is already a great honor!

"That one, that one." Short-haired little lolita Mio Mizukoshi raised her right hand and said in a clear voice, "The calligraphy in our elementary school is prettier than that of Mr. Hashima."

"puff--"

A sharp arrow flew towards me and pierced through my heart. I knew I was not good at calligraphy, but being rejected by a third-grade primary school student still felt shameful.

"Master, don't be discouraged." Xiao Ai looked up and comforted, "Everyone has something they can't do. The handwriting is ugly... Meow meow."

The primary school student who accidentally bit his tongue quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, mist appeared in his clear and bright eyes, and still endured the pain and comforted him: "... Just practice more in the future, I believe in Master."

Shameful.

Super embarrassing.

I must practice calligraphy when I go back. I don’t want to experience such an embarrassing thing again!

"The handwriting is really not pretty."

Hajima Seisuke admitted that there was no point in trying to save face at this time. On the contrary, it would make people look down upon him, "I haven't taken the calligraphy class seriously. I'll practice my calligraphy when I get back."

"That... is no problem." The staff next to him showed an awkward smile on his face. After working for so long, he had never seen such ugly calligraphy. "Ms. Hajima, you can go back and practice, and come over to write next time." .”

Are the good words spoken by the person speaking?

It turns out they are all lies!

Although he looks sunny and handsome, the handwriting he writes looks like a dog crawling. It is not as beautiful as the calligraphy written by many primary school students. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was the handwriting of a beginner primary school student!

No, this thing has to be destroyed later, and it must not be sold, otherwise the entire Shogi Alliance will be humiliated!

"I'm causing trouble for you."

Hajima Seisuke's face felt a little hot, and the remaining shame rarely appeared.

The two sides talked some nonsense, and Hajima Seisuke was about to say goodbye and leave when the staff suddenly shouted: "Please wait a moment."

"Um?"

"There will be a ranking match in the afternoon. I just received news that Mr. Hayama, who was originally going to commentate on the match, went to the hospital because of eating bad food and was unable to host the afternoon match. So..." the staff bowed, "can I ask Mr. Hajima to help host it?" Want to compete?"

"Host the game?"

Hajima Kiyosuke hesitated for a few seconds and then replied: "Sorry, I have no experience in this area."

If you don't have the ability to do this, you will definitely be in trouble if you accidentally make a joke.

"No one has experience the first time."