Yu Xiaoyang studied the chessboard Fang Xu had set up, his brows tightly furrowed as if deep in thought. After a long while, he pointed to a black stone on the board and said heavily, "This move is rather interesting. This kid is no simple player."
His teacher's words only intensified Fang Xu's doubts, and he could not help asking, "Teacher, you saw it too? How exactly did this child play? I feel like he plays as though he were a beginner with astonishing mental ability. As long as he stays within the rules, any move seems possible. He never follows the usual patterns, and I can't figure out his way of thinking at all."
Yu Xiaoyang picked up a white stone and gently placed it on the board before continuing, "His style is like a winding path curling through the mountains. It seems to have no pattern, yet it conceals unfathomable mysteries. Every move he makes is a challenge to your judgment and thinking, forcing you to consider his next intention and constantly adjust your own strategy. The more you try to seize his weaknesses, the deeper you fall into his rhythm. This kid not only possesses superb chess skills, but what is even more remarkable is that he has extraordinary insight and judgment. He can accurately predict your actions and arrange his Opening Strategy in advance, leaving you at a disadvantage."
"Teacher, are you saying this kid was born a chess prodigy?" Fang Xu asked in astonishment.
Yu Xiaoyang shook his head and sighed softly. "A prodigy? No, he isn't one. Talent is certainly important, but more important is that he possesses an unusual mode of thought, a logical ability far beyond that of ordinary people. He can break free from the restraints of traditional chess styles and