In the villa.
The gentle sea breeze was lapping against the windows.
Zhang Ye, who was seated at the computer, narrowed his eyes. Although it looked like he was spacing out, he had in fact become completely unaware of his surroundings. All of his focus and concentration was on this game. His brain was speedily doing calculations by the second and analyzing the situation.
Should he make a cut?
The black stones were in an uninteresting state of play.
Perhaps he could do a push through here?
White advanced.
Black was able to play on and the stones' formation was good.
After some thought, another black stone was played.
It was still as uninteresting a move as it could get, yet the black stones did not lose its advantage!
