Chapter 315 Sisters

Liu Yanghe's skills are obvious from the fact that he still dares to make a fight after seeing Wang Zhuo's strength, he can see that he has at least two tricks.

But his luck is obviously not very good, because he is not challenging others, but he made a living by playing billiards two years ago, and now he is Wang Zhuo with perspective assist!

Just now, he kicked the ball in the second game. After one shot exploded, there was no shortage of a ball on the table. The white ball and the full-color number one yellow ball formed a straight line leading to the middle bag. The onlookers immediately made a sound of regret.

Wang Zhuo walked over calmly, easily knocked down the No. 1 ball with one shot, threw the white ball out and knocked a few of the gathered worlds, and then easily cleaned the table with one ball at a time.

The whole process was no more than three minutes, and Liu Yanghe lost the second thousand yuan!

"Come again!"

He took out a thousand yuan and slapped it on the table. He looked at Wang Zhuo with a smile and put away eight hundred yuan, and gave An Qi another two hundred yuan, his eyes were about to ***!

"Daqu, just stop, you're no match for him."

"Yes, Yanghe, this kid is evil. Even if he was lucky just now, I think his strength will be above you."

"Fuck him! I don't believe he can clear the stage in every game!"

"Yanghe, let's try this game after I'm going to play!"

Among the various opinions, the waiter had already set up the ball table. Wang Zhuo noticed a slight move when he put away the triangle cover - the two balls at the bottom of the triangle area were slightly moved a few millimeters away.

Although it is only three or two millimeters away, it is impossible to see if you don’t walk nearby, but the effect will be completely different. If Wang Zhuo still wants to score the first goal in the first game just now, it is already difficult to reach the sky now.

It seems that this waiter has some friendship with Liu Yanghe. Wang Zhuo smiled secretly, pretending to be unaware of it, and walked to the tee end to stand up. The perspective eye instantly turned into a space geometry analysis machine, analyzing the impact force, rebound route, and possible results one by one.

"Ba!" "Ba!"

The crisp sound of hitting and impact sounded, and the sixteen porcelain balls on the table began to bounce. Liu Yanghe was suddenly happy. The ball could not enter!

Those who often play basketball have this kind of intuition that is almost skilled. As he guessed, the table was finally stabilized after a chaotic storm. There were still sixteen balls left, all of them were left on the table.

“Huh?”

"Oh, this ball..."

"It's hard to fight, watch it."

A burst of surprise and sighs came from the audience. Liu Yanghe's expression of joy just now disappeared, replaced by his frowning brows.

There is no reason. At this time, the white ball is tightly attached to the edge of the long side of the table. The closest ball is more than half a meter away. There is a ball in the farthest bottom bag that can be hit. However, if you want the white ball to slide so far against the table without changing the lane, even if Ding Junhui comes, it will be only 55.

However, so far, no one has doubted whether Wang Zhuo made this ball on purpose, because no one would believe that he could still hold the white ball tightly after kicking off with medium strength. This is no longer a strength that amateur billiards can show.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if the top professional players come, they may not be able to make this goal with a clear goal. You should know that there is still a big gap between the amateur-level ball case and the international standard game table, and errors are very easy to occur when playing!

Liu Yanghe frowned for a long time and finally chose a conservative style of play. He did not play the edge ball prepared for him by Wang Zhuo, but used the rebound style to hit the most dense position of the ball, and used moderate force to try to insert the white ball between the color balls, leaving Wang Zhuo a problem.

"nice shot!"

Applause rang out, and people cheered for Liu Yanghe's skills and decisions. The ball was indeed completed as scheduled. Now the white ball is located between the three color balls. Except for the black No. 8, there is room for hitting, and the other balls are completely seamless.

Although No. 8 is a full color, it is the decisive goal of the game. As the saying goes, No. 8 is a success or No. 8 is a failure. The last goal of winning must be played No. 8. If you shouldn't hit it, it will directly mean failure!

Liu Yanghe let out a sigh of relief and looked at Wang Zhuo with a provocative look. The ball had already played to his limit, and he was very satisfied.

Just as everyone was guessing how Wang Zhuo should return the problem to Liu Yanghe in the same way, he saw that Wang Zhuo just smiled calmly, and walked to the side of the case, looked down and didn't look, and hit the white ball towards Black No. 8 with one shot.

After being hit hard, Hei Ba went straight to the bottom bag. A female audience member who was nervous even exclaimed. Before everyone could react, she saw that Black Eight had already hit the bottom bag, but because of its great force, it bounced out with a bang, hitting a No. 10 blue band ball on the bottom and sending it into the bottom bag at the other end!

"I'll go, this is OK!"

"Those who are in the Meng are definitely in the Meng!"

"It's amazing, how is this possible?"

Everyone was shocked, but Wang Zhuo stood up with an unexpected look on his face, scratched his head and smiled at An Qi, "I want to fight Heiba ​​Dou and tease you, but I didn't expect to be confused."

An Qi burst into laughter. The moment Heiba ​​rushed towards the pocket, she was really worried about her 200 yuan. Unexpectedly, the situation reversed half a second later. Heiba ​​bounced out and hit another flower ball!

"Is this ball count?" Wang Zhuo asked Liu Yanghe with a smile. Of course, the one who made a ball in the regular game is also counted, but some wild ways of playing will not recognize such ball count, so he wants to ask Liu Yanghe for his opinion.

"Forget it!" Liu Yanghe gritted his teeth and nodded. Although the rules in this regard were not determined before the game, Jiba Club played the game style. He would not have changed the rules for one goal. He could not afford to lose his face!

Seeing him nodding, Wang Zhuo grinned: "Then I'm not polite."

"Bang!"

"Ba, bha!"

A few crisp poles cleared the platform, and Liu Yanghe's 1,000 yuan was gone again...

Just as Liu Yanghe was angrily raising his wallet, a tall and thin girl came up and said with a smile: "Brother Daqu, you have a rest, I will play two games with him."

Liu Yanghe hesitated for a moment and snorted: "As long as you lose, I will count on me!"

"Then thank you Brother Da Qu first, you won half of us each." The girl nodded with a smile.

Wang Zhuo glanced at the girl's outfit and the sign on his chest and was amused: "Are you eighteen years old, a child laborer?"

The girl grinned at him: "Brother, why are you serious about it? You can find a friend to change your ID card?"

This is a wonderful person! Wang Zhuo seemed to have found something similar to himself in her. He thought about it and found that it was his calmness and cynicality. Unfortunately, the freckles on the bridge of his nose were a bit unsatisfactory, otherwise this would be a pretty little girl.

Like An Qi, the girl wore trousers, a white shirt, and a dark red vest. She also wore a nameplate with a coach number on her chest, but she was only seventeen years old. She was not the well-proportioned or plump style that Wang Zhuo liked, but the skinny type that is most popular among young people nowadays, with thin arms, thin legs, no chest or butt.

This kind of body looks the best when it is on camera, and the same is true for models on the runway. However, when you see it in life, you can only say it has a taste but not a sexy one. Moreover, Wang Zhuo also heard Fei Long say that this kind of woman is beautiful but not useful, and she feels like she is in a bone when touching her. When she sleeps, she always feels like she is hugging a skeleton and she will have nightmares in the middle of the night!

"I can't beat you eight goals, how about we switch to snooker?" the girl suggested with a smile.

Wang Zhuo shrugged indifferently: "Okay, how big is it to play?"

"It's still a thousand." The girl looked at the money in Wang Zhuo's hand, as if she was calculating how many games she could win them away.

Wang Zhuo was immediately happy. He had just used this trick on Liu Yanghe, but now he was returned by a little girl. This was a naked provocation!

"Hey? Why do I think you two look a little like?" He suddenly discovered a situation and looked back and forth between An Qi and the girl.

"I am her sister, my dear sister." An Qi introduced with a smile: "Her name is An Qi, and there is a strange Qi next to the character Wang."

Wang Zhuo suddenly felt a black line. This matter was really nonsense. Although the sisters had different names, their pronunciations were exactly the same!

But if these two women are sisters, he also thinks that apart from their slightly similar appearances, their body shapes are too different. Does the genetic genes happen to be one of their parents?

He suddenly thought, it would be great if the paternity test could be done with perspective!

When he walked to an empty table in the snooker area, Wang Zhuo looked at An Qi's confident and calm look, and always felt very unhappy. He deliberately found fault and said, "An Qi, you don't seem to be a minority, how much does your family have to be fined?"

An Qi stopped in surprise, and An Qi on the side said angrily: "You have a lot of worries. We are half-brothers, so we are not considered to be overbirth, so we don't have any fines!"

"Oh!" Wang Zhuo suddenly realized. In fact, he had a sudden realization. No wonder the sisters only have similar facial features but have so much worse figures. It turns out that they were not born to the same mother!

"Don't think it's great if you can beat my sister," Anqi knew that Wang Zhuo was deliberately teasing her and wanted to distract her from the table. She said angrily: "She is still learning to play billiards from me. We will see the real score later!"

These words made Wang Zhuo put a little contempt. Didn’t the martial arts novel say that there are three types of people who cannot provoke in the world, including children, women, and monks. If such people were not good at it, they would have lost their lives long ago, so when they met such people, they had to pay attention. They must have a unique skill that would make people admire them!

Angel alone takes two types of people. She is a child and a woman. Such a person can be a coach in a billiards club and dare to make a fight after seeing Wang Zhuo's skills. Obviously, it is not Yi's other person!
Chapter completed!