Chapter 314: The Priest's Spear

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Wang Zhuo was wearing sportswear. Although his hairstyle was not fancy, it was in line with his temperament. He was trimmed in detail and refined. He had a cigarette on his right ear, and his whole body exuded a cynical lazy atmosphere. In addition, his tall and straight figure was quite good. He stood by the ball table and attracted some people's attention.

However, he was holding a communal club, and the sportswear was hard to tell whether the authenticity was or high imitation. His temperament was even more between young people in society and calm college students. Such an inappropriate mix and match made others somewhat puzzled.

"How big is it to play?" An Qi carefully applied gun powder and looked at Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo also looked provocatively: "Of course you can play one hundred times, do you drive or I drive?"

An Qi was immediately aroused of competitive spirit, her lips raised slightly, and she walked to the kickoff position without saying a word, leaned over, aimed, and exploded the ball on the table with one shot.

Wang Zhuo giggled in his heart. Before the betting game, both sides should have paid for the gambling money together. In the end, the winner took it away. After eating, he was aggressive, An Qi threw the matter aside, which saved him from the embarrassment of insufficient cash.

The so-called eight-ball style is different from the snooker and nine-ball system, and is the most popular low-end rule in China. One side only needs to score seven global or flower balls, and then score one black number eight to be considered a victory, with a total of eight goals, so it is simply called eight goals.

This rule has the least binding nature and is easier to determine the outcome. Often the first shot of the game determines the final result of the entire game, so the opportunity is too strong and does not apply to international competitions.

An Qi's shot exploded with fifteen flower balls arranged in a triangle, and filled the table in an orderly manner. This method of starting against the master is equivalent to giving in to victory. Obviously, she has a contempt for Wang Zhuo's strength.

"Didn't you go in? That's it." Wang Zhuo calmly wiped the gun powder and passed by An Qi. After standing still, he suddenly lowered his waist and put his left hand on the table casually. The club had already poked out!

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound of impact, the yellow No. 1 ball fell into the bag, and the white ball threw out a short arc, fixed not far from the blue No. 2, forming a simple angle with the bottom bag.

The ball was played neatly and immediately attracted the attention of some players around him. Wang Zhuo stood up and moved one step behind, lowered his body, stretched out his left hand to support the table, put the rod, and made the movements cleanly and neatly. The second ball also crashed straight into the bag!

An Qi's eyes were obviously flashing with surprise. Just when she was stunned, Wang Zhuo had already shot the third shot. Purple No. 5 squeezed out the two inconvenient flower balls on the ballistic and slowly fell into the bag.

The person next to him who was watching the football game couldn't help but exclaim.

"I'll just go, O'Sullivan?"

"The first two balls are nothing. This inverted hook ball is so amazing that it is completely unexpected!"

"Why didn't he continue to play No. 3? What a pity, it's awesome to play from one to eight."

"Where did this guy come out? Who have you seen him before?"

After the first three shots, Wang Zhuo glanced at An Qi, raised a complacent smile on the corner of his mouth, moved two more steps, and knocked down the No. 7 ball with one shot.

"Hey? I understand!" A little fat man whispered to his companion excitedly: "No wonder he didn't play No. 3 just now. It turned out that he was playing the ball that was easy to play!"

This little fat man is not far from An Qi. Although his voice is not high, An Qi still heard it clearly. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. She thought about the four full-color balls that Wang Zhuo had just knocked down. It was as the little fat man said. Every time he moved away one or two steps and bent down and pulled the rod directly, and did not walk around the table at all!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

When the remaining two full-color balls and the last black No. 8 were put into the bag one after another, Wang Zhuo also happened to return to An Qi's side. He retracted the club that shot down No. 8 ball, raised his right hand and opened it ten centimeters in front of An Qi's chest.

"Beauty, I won."

A hundred-dollar bill was slapped in his hand, and An Qi's face was full of competitive expression: "Come again, it's your turn to kick off!"

Wang Zhuo happily put away the 100-yuan bill, as if he had returned to the time when he was absent from class and betting on football to make money. He glanced at An Qi's cheeks that were a little red because of excitement, and felt that this woman who gave money was really cute.

The most important thing about winning money by gambling is to not expose your strength too much. Fraudulent flowers cannot let your opponent know that you have three, and playing billiards cannot let your opponent know that you can pick one shot in every game.

What's more, Wang Zhuo has been through the stadium for a long time and knows that there is nothing to be made for a coach like An Qi. He is more serious than to perform. Only by making a proud look can he attract richer opponents to come into contact.

In fact, he did the same. After attracting enough attention in the first game, he began to play the game of fishing big fish with a long line. Although An Qi was playing against him very hard, she still lost more and won less, becoming a bait that kept shaking on the hook.

From time to time, Wang Zhuo also made snookers once or twice for her. The so-called snooker is an obstacle. The meaning of obstacles is that Wang Zhuo deliberately created a difficult situation for her, forcing her to use a pole and a gun, and sometimes she even had to lie on the table to show Wang Zhuo the spring light in the collar.

When she lost 800 yuan, An Qi finally realized the real gap in strength, because she found that Wang Zhuo was just playing basketball and glanced at her butt!

Heiba ​​was picked up by Wang Zhuo again, An Qi handed over a hundred-dollar bill and said with a wry smile: "I won't fight anymore. If I lose, I will drink the Northwest Wind next month."

Wang Zhuo chuckled and put away the money. A young man next to him who had long seen him unhappy immediately came over.

"Friend, how many games should I play?" He looked up and down provocatively at Wang Zhuo, and asked arrogantly: "A thousand games, do you dare?"

Wang Zhuo looked back at him and asked An Qi with a smile: "Who is he? Are you a friend?"

Before An Qi could speak, the young man had already forced him to step forward and asked Wang Zhuo coldly: "Do you care who I am? Do you dare to come?"

"Oh?" Wang Zhuo sneered, looked at him with disdainful eyes, and sneered: "Is the ball black? We are really not afraid of this, come here."

Qiu Hei means black on the court. Because the young man has a stance of taking action when he has a disagreement, Wang Zhuo used this word to mock him. However, the person who dared to sarcastically mocked the opponent Qiu Hei would certainly not be vague. Wang Zhuo's words were against him and his momentum was not inferior at all.

The young man snorted and took out his wallet from his pocket. The thick stack of pink money inside was very eye-catching. Although Wang Zhuo had a net worth of 10 billion yuan, he had the urge to win back all of the money.

Many times, what gamblers win is not bargaining chips, but the excitement in the victory process. Wang Zhuo is already excited now!

The young man counted a thousand dollars and slapped the table next to him, looked at Wang Zhuo with a provocative look, waiting for him to pay.

"Beauty," Wang Zhuo turned around and smiled at An Qi, saying, "I borrowed two hundred yuan for use, and I will pay you back after the first game, how about it?"

An Qi was stunned, her mind quickly turned around, and asked with a laugh and cry: "When you came out, you didn't bring any money? Did you fight me just now? Did you make a fortune by making a fuss?"

"See what you said," Wang Zhuo smiled shamelessly: "We know each other. If I lose, I will owe you tomorrow and pay it back. Are you afraid that I will run away?"

The young man next to him was almost angry. What does it mean to "repay you after the first game?" Before the game started, this guy already regarded himself as a winner. You should be kind!

"I'll take my share." An Qi took out two hundred yuan and handed it to Wang Zhuo, and said with a smile: "If you lose, you don't have to pay it back. If you win, you will be mine."

Wang Zhuo pointed at her with satisfaction, pressed a thousand pieces on the young man's one thousand pieces, whispered his lips and blew his eyebrows.

The young man stared at An Qi with annoyed, depressed, and angry eyes for a few seconds, then he withdrew his gaze and met Wang Zhuo: "You activate, or should I do it?"

Wang Zhuo had seen through his personality and analyzed from his expression that he was pursuing An Qi. He smiled faintly and said, "I'll do it first."

No matter what style of play, the kick-off side is at a disadvantage, and eight goals are no exception. Wang Zhuo took the initiative to kick off the ball, just as the middle-aged and young man was thinking, and he nodded and agreed.

In this shot, Wang Zhuo was no longer as casual as before. He finally became a little more serious, because the start of the shot was directly related to the final outcome. If a mistake was made, not to mention the only 800 yuan of gambling money, even An Qi's 200 yuan would be tied up.

Money is not a problem, the problem is that you can’t afford to lose people!

"Bang!"

The white ball seemed to have drawn a little arc and hit the triangular swing ball area. The fifteen color balls exploded slightly. The No. 15 flower ball placed at the corner rolled out like a magical one, and gently hit the bag mouth of the tail bag twice, slowly falling into the bag.

There was a lot of cheers around, and the young man's face turned blue and white, and he whispered to shit.

"I'm lucky to be in a dog's shit." Wang Zhuo smiled and closed the pole and replenished the gun, raised his eyebrows to the young man and asked, "I am a priest, what do you call him?"

"Yanghe Daqu." The young man replied angrily.

"His name is Liu Yanghe, and I and I are high school classmates." An Qi introduced to Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo said oh, glanced at the situation on the table, raised his hand and knocked off a flower ball, and at the same time exploded the other balls that gathered together.

When he knocked down another flower ball, everyone had already seen that the game was decided. If nothing unexpected happened, Liu Yanghe would not even need to wipe the gun powder and give in.

As expected, Wang Zhuo cleaned up all the eight balls quickly and neatly. After that, he walked to the table openly, picked up a thousand yuan, gave An Qi two hundred, and put the remaining eight hundred in his pocket.
Chapter completed!