Chapter 365 The Ball is Round
Wang Yao went to the toilet not because he was afraid of holding his urine and affecting his performance, it was rare for a fish to bite so hard, he was afraid that Zhang Nianzu would take the opportunity to run away if he went again. He went and came back quickly, and said excitedly: "Whoever loses kicks off, let's start."
This time, Zhang Nianzu scored a flower ball and two middle pockets in the opening shot, but lost possession of the ball again.
Wang Yao rubbed his leather head excitedly and began his harvest...
Playing with professional players means you cannot make mistakes - not even high-level mistakes. What's more, Zhang Nianzu only made low-level mistakes. The result is that Zhang Nianzu can only play three or two times in each game, and at least can only watch Wang Yao clear the table after one shot. Usually, amateur players have different levels of play. After 10 games, they can always win one or two games by relying on the opponent's own goal. But this situation does not exist with Wang Yao. In just over ten minutes, Zhang Nianzu has lost five games in a row and his cash is gone. Lei Tingting even ran out to withdraw money.
At this moment, the eyes of the entire billiard hall were focused here. 5,000 yuan was no small amount. It was common for rich people to buy a high-end mobile phone when shopping in a mall, but that was another matter. No one could understand why they threw money into the billiard hall when they knew they could never win. Jiutong was so angry that he gritted his teeth at the bar. Many people threw down their cues and joined the crowd of onlookers. Soon, a large crowd gathered around Zhang Nianzu's table. People looked at Zhang Nianzu with different eyes. Some approved, some despised, and some gloated, but it was fun to watch and no one wanted to miss it.
Wang Yao pocketed 5,000 yuan, and he was not afraid that Zhang Nianzu would run away. He felt that he had become the focus again, and he could not help but pretend to be serious and said to Zhang Nianzu: "Do you know me?"
“No.”
Wang Yao grinned and said, "Oh, I thought you were my fan and were supporting your idol in this way. I used to play professionally and I'm very good at it." He looked at Lei Tingting and said, "Your boyfriend's way of showing off his wealth is very unique, hahaha." It seems that his talent for trash talk was activated when he got carried away with success.
Lei Tingting glared at Wang Yao fiercely, and then looked at Zhang Nianzu in confusion. She certainly didn't feel bad about the money, but she couldn't see through Zhang Nianzu's thoughts. Zhang Nianzu smiled at her calmly and said to Wang Yao, "Just focus on playing."
Wang Yao sneered, "No need." He raised his hand and poked it casually. The ball, which was originally easy to hit, bounced twice at the mouth of the pocket and bounced out again. Zhang Nianzu had no balls to play, so he made a serious snooker, hiding the white ball in the middle of his three balls, and it was next to an obstacle ball, so he couldn't even use the jump pole. The onlookers were originally there to watch the fun, but now they couldn't stand Wang Yao's behavior, and many people immediately cheered.
Wang Yao curled his lips indifferently. He had indeed played too hard on that shot just now. He then held the club upright in a straight line with the white ball, and with one stroke, the white ball began to spin in place, and then it went around on its own as if it had been blown by a breath of fairy air and hit the target ball. This was an extremely difficult shot, and this kind of play was rarely seen among professional players, and it was considered a show of skill.
There was a moment of silence.
Wang Yao said complacently: "It's not that easy to kill me."
At this time, someone finally couldn't help but say, "He just practices longer than the average person, what's so great about that?"
Someone immediately said matter-of-factly: "His skills are still high, but his character is not that good."
Someone else chimed in, "That's right. The reason why he is known to people is because he was banned for match-fixing. Don't you know what's going on?"
When Wang Yao heard this last sentence, his face changed and he turned around to stare. There were so many people watching, but he didn't know who said it. He knocked the cue on the table and said, "If anyone has any objections, let's talk about it on the table and stop gossiping."
"You were showing off just now, and now you've hit me where it hurts." Someone insisted, deliberately speaking loudly.
The man's companion also raised his voice and said, "You are just showing off here. If you want to compete with someone of your level, they won't take you with them."
Zhang Nianzu shrugged helplessly. Although this statement was made in his favor, it also indirectly said that his level was too poor.
Someone said to Zhang Nianzu, "Stop fighting him. Wouldn't it be better to buy some pork head meat with that money?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Wang Yao's face turned extremely ugly, as if to vent his anger, he put all his energy into the table. He was steady on the table, his positioning was accurate, and he hit the white ball simultaneously. The situation was complicated and difficult to understand in the previous second, but after he handled it several times, it became simple and logical. People watched him perform exceptionally well, but no one cheered.
After another 10 games, Zhang Nianzu was still blocked at 0, losing a total of 10,000 yuan.
Wang Yao's mood did not improve much because of winning money. He squinted at Zhang Nianzu and asked, "Are you still going to play?"
Zhang Nianzu asked, "Are you tired?"
Wang Yao sneered, "How can winning money be tiring?"
"Then continue."
At this time, more and more people gathered around, even the waiters from the nearby ramen restaurant and the uncles who cleaned the place came to join in the fun, but despite so many people there was no noise at all. Everyone was holding their breath for some reason, and the scene they hoped for did not appear.
Wang Yao won the money but lost his life. He knew that he would never be able to come back after he left . Otherwise, some people who couldn't beat him on the table would want to compete with him in fists and feet. Under such great pressure, he said angrily to himself or as if he was arguing with someone: "That game was not important at all. What's wrong with me making some extra money? I'm not the only one who played a fake game. Why are you holding on to me?"
At this moment, a turning point appeared! Wang Yao failed to pocket the black 8, and the ball returned to Zhang Nianzu. This time, he used his strength to hit the target ball close to the cushion into the pocket. The white ball bounced back and exploded the piled-up colored balls. The situation on the table suddenly became clear. He slowly hit the balls into the pockets one by one. When people realized that this was a turning point from defeat to victory, Zhang Nianzu only had three target balls left. The crowd of onlookers immediately fell into a carnival. Every time Zhang Nianzu hit a ball, they cheered and clapped collectively. Jiutong pushed the crowd to squeeze in, shouting: "I'm the boss! Let me in..."
When Zhang Nianzu knocked down the last colored ball, the black 8 was exposed at the mouth of the pocket, and it could basically be pocketed with just a blow. Zhang Nianzu stood firmly behind the white ball and was about to hit it, but Wang Yao swung the club to sweep the black ball away, which was a very impolite behavior, but it also meant that he had admitted defeat.
The crowd burst into cheers, and many people spontaneously came up to shake hands with Zhang Nianzu and congratulate him, as if he had just won the world championship.
Wang Yao looked at Zhang Nianzu steadily, and suddenly sneered, "You are awesome. Let's not talk about skills. You learned all your playing awareness from me."
Zhang Nianzu did not deny it and said, "I have indeed improved a lot playing with you."
Wang Yao took out the money to pay for the bet. Zhang Nianzu said, "Don't worry, let's play a round to decide the winner. Ten thousand dollars per round. Do you want to play?"
People were stunned. Even the cleaning uncle could see that luck played a big role in Zhang Nianzu's victory. His strength was still far from that of Wang Yaotian.
How could Wang Yao not know this? In fact, he had just noticed that Zhang Nianzu had some signs of stealing his skills. He even learned how to set up the pole on the spot. He could also feel that he was improving little by little. However, as a boss encountering a rookie to brush the map, the opponent's attack power increased from 5 to 10, and then from 10 to 15. This level of improvement was negligible for him. The only explanation at present was that the opponent lost and wanted to turn the tables. There was no other possibility. Wang Yao was a professional player. He never had to worry about others fishing for him. There were only a few top players, and they all knew each other. It was impossible to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.
Wang Yao said word by word: "Don't regret it!"
Zhang Nianzu said naturally: "I lost to you last time, let's tee off."
Jiutong screamed from the outside: "Zhang Nianzu, I didn't realize you are such a heavy gambler——" But he still couldn't squeeze in...
This time Wang Yao did not tee off directly. Instead returned to his seat, opened his box, took out the teeing cue, hitting cue, jumping cue, and receiving cue, and then returned to the court.
"Pah!" A powerful pool shot directly pocketed four balls, two flowers and two colors. Wang Yao wiped the leather while observing the situation, and finally chose the flower ball. He first solved the two target balls at hand. Next, he would either hit the fleeting flower ball in the thin middle pocket, or play the long table close to the pocket. However, it required extreme precision, and the white ball had to stop behind the flower ball on the opposite side after it entered the pocket before continuing to organize the attack. The error was not allowed to be more than half a centimeter, which was between what humans could do and what they could not do. Wang Yao thought for a long time and chose to play it safe.
Zhang Nianzu's eyes also wandered between the two balls. Wang Yao's choice surprised him, because with Wang Yao's strength, if he chose to take the risk, there would be room for maneuver.
Everyone in the field held their breath and stared. Because the floor was covered with carpet, the metaphor of being able to hear a pin drop was no longer applicable...
"Clang-clang-" The huge billiard hall was filled with the monotonous sound of hitting balls and pocketing. After Wang Yao had dealt with all the connecting balls, the hidden danger left by the flower ball close to the pool finally emerged. Although it was moved to a less awkward position, it was surrounded by colored balls on all sides and had no angle to pocket. At this time, Wang Yao's professional vision also came into play. He used the white ball to send it to the pocket to squeeze out a colored ball. Although he lost the ball, he only gave Zhang Nianzu one shot.
Only one shot! One shot without clearing the table. With his positioning ability and the position of the flower ball, the bet would be a sure thing. He breathed a sigh of relief.
The onlookers looked depressed. There were many experts among them, but they knew that they were powerless to save the situation.
Zhang Nianzu was still not in a hurry. He had a beautiful posture for holding the club, decisive strokes, and accurate long-range shots. However, everyone could see that he was lacking in positioning. If the ideal position was A, his white ball would often stop at A+ or A-. This kind of willingness but lack of ability was unavoidable. No matter how talented you were, you could not achieve the goal of playing the ball as you wished without tens of thousands of rounds of rigorous training. However, Zhang Nianzu relied on accuracy to make up for it. He actually cleared all the colored balls. At this time, the white ball stopped at the edge of the bottom pocket, and the black ball was close to the edge of the pocket that did not exceed the center line. This kind of ball would be a headache even for professional players, because it can only be scored by flipping the pocket, and it must be pointed to the pocket, that is, the black 8 must fall into the designated pocket to be considered a victory. For a pure amateur like Zhang Nianzu, it is self-evident how great the possibility is...
Wang Yao was very nervous for a while. On the first day he played, his teacher told him that the ball was round and everything was possible. Only then did a smile of victory finally appear on his face.
Lei Tingting now knew that Zhang Nianzu was likely to lose, but she just stuck out her tongue mischievously.
Zhang Nianzu, however, broke his usual reserved attitude and casually pointed his hand at the bottom pocket beside him. He used the Phoenix Eye technique he had just learned to set up the cue, and he seemed too lazy to even aim. With a bang, he hit the black 8, causing it to bounce up, run a quadrilateral on the table, and then steadily landed in the designated pocket...
"Fuck, so ruthless!" Someone suddenly howled, and then the entire billiard hall almost exploded!
