Chapter 317: Picking the Field

Glasses are also one of the common iconic symbols on people. Like jeans, dresses, suspenders, stockings, and high heels, they also play the dual role of function and decoration.

Why does glasses make people have sexual associations? The reason for this is complicated. In summary, it may take thousands of words to describe in detail, which does not conform to the purpose of this book. So Red Sausage is highly summarized in just one sentence here - after seeing An Qi transform into glasses girl, she used a thick purple club to slide around her face, Wang Zhuo immediately had a very deep association, and then he embarked on the tent!

If the ancient Liu Xiahui, who is still in a mess, has immunity to women at 100, then Wang Zhuo is usually only fifty. When he is tempted, this value will drop sharply to twenty-five. If there is a suitable environmental atmosphere and some stimulation in detail, his immunity will exceed the limit and approach zero!

In fact, the temptation elements of the An Qi sisters are quite complex and belong to the type that is not refined. For example, their profession is a coach rather than a teacher, but their relationship is sister but not a high degree of approximation. They wear uniforms but do not belong to the common yy clothing category...

Moreover, they are former policewomen and former female students. These mixed elements are combined together, like a pot of Northeast stew. Although they are delicious, they are lowered. Instead, they are not as delicious as eating a few exquisite side dishes alone.

But when these glasses were so casually worn, the situation immediately turned 180 degrees. The elements of "glasses girl" instantly overwhelmed everything, and everything else turned into a cloud, arousing Wang Zhuo's desire to conquer a lot!

Men are carnivorous animals and are born to exist for hunting and conquest. Their edges and corners are smoothed out by society, morality and law castrate their nature, but the impulse in their bones is particularly present, so Wang Zhuo's instinct usurped a little bit of his body's dominance at this moment, and a part of him woke up restlessly!

What's so bad is that this scene happened to be seen by An Qi. She glanced at her silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Amitabha Buddha in Nanshan, the Supreme Lord is anxious and as ordered by the law, the Infinite Heavenly Lord drinks methanol, God blesses the Lord..."

Wang Zhuo silently recited the wrong scriptures, striving to soothe Anqi's restless middle leg before giving up the ball. At this time, he hoped that Anqi could hold on for a while, even if he got more points, it didn't matter.

"clatter!"

With a tremolo of missing the pole, a sound of regret suddenly sounded around. An Qi made a mistake at this time and did not hit the exact position on the white ball.

In professional competitions, this is one of the most serious mistakes. Even among folk masters, this situation does not happen often. Fortunately, Angel is lucky. The white ball rolls out obliquely and happens to hit the target ball, avoiding the ruled deduction punishment.

Wang Zhuo tried his best to be calm, but had to secretly stick out his butt so that the tent on the front was less abrupt. He deliberately put his hands slightly in front of him and blocked the tent in the shadow below his hands.

An Qi almost laughed out loud, and her thoughts were completely on the tent at this moment. She thought it was too spoof. She could still think about women when she was playing games. What kind of brain structure could do such a thing?

"Bang!"

Wang Zhuo scored a red ball with one shot, and then made a difficult snooker and returned the ball to Angel. He estimated that this ball was enough for Angel to study for a while, and the hope of scoring was slim, which was enough to give him time to collect the tent!

As expected, Angel walked around the table twice and fell into thought. He quickly took advantage of this time to continue chanting scriptures.

The glasses girl bit her nails lightly with her thin lips, and her thinking was even more charming. Unfortunately, Wang Zhuo's thoughts were distorted when he saw a strip of objects appearing on the woman's mouth. He only took a look and claimed to be guilty and thought about it in front of the wall!

Three minutes later, Anqi finished the long exam and took a pole to gesture on the table. Wang Zhuo finally calmed down the 250, stood up with ease, and watched the situation in the stands.

"Bang."

The light impact broke the silence. Angel used the white ball to rush away three red balls that gathered together. The one with the most stress rolled out and hit the other red ball, passing the power out, causing the red ball to travel nearly twenty centimeters and fall into the middle bag.

"nice shot!"

"I really dare to think and do it. This ball is too difficult!"

"Even if Ding Junhui comes, that's it, right?"

"Anyway, I can't score, this goal is amazing!"

Amidst the sound of praise, An Qi took advantage of the victory and scored another six goals like a flowing cloud. Then there was a little deviation when he hit a red ball from a distance, giving Wang Zhuo a chance to turn the tables.

"What a pity, after all, I'm still young and not stable enough."

"This ball is not easy to play, and it is reasonable not to score."

"I should have been snooker just now, what do you think?"

After putting the pole in, Angel stood there for a while before she slightly flattened her mouth and walked towards the rest chair.

When passing by, Wang Zhuo smiled at her and said, "This ball is not your fault, it's the table."

"I know." Angel nodded calmly.

She thought Wang Zhuo was appreciating her, so she didn't appreciate it and showed a neither salty nor indifferent attitude. Unexpectedly, Wang Zhuo said again: "But if you can also take into account the factors of the table, there is hope for this goal to be scored."

Angel was surprised and snorted softly and walked back to the rest chair.

Wang Zhuo, who played again, showed his power. After playing for 40, he made a snooker to Angel. Angel failed to get the ball and gave him back the ball. He played 30 and then became a snooker again. After three times, he cleared the last few goals in one shot and won the bet.

In this way, everyone can see that Wang Zhuo's victory was not due to luck. His strength was indeed better than An Qi. As for An Qi and Liu Yanghe, they were just opponents who were warming up casually.

"I don't agree, come again!"

After losing two games in a row, Angel's temperament was finally aroused. She took out her wallet and counted a thousand dollars and slapped it on the table, saying, "Daqu doesn't have to pay for this game, I'll bet with you myself!"

"Then I'll pay a thousand!" Liu Yanghe knew that it was a situation where there was more losses than winning, but he really couldn't afford to lose so much, so he took out a thousand dollars and threw them on the table.

"Are there any followers?" Wang Zhuo looked around happily: "If no one follows me, I will follow me by myself?"

"I'll post to you."

The first one who rushed to speak was not someone else, but An Qi. She posted it on Wang Zhuo's side. If she lost, her sister won one thousand. If she won, she won one thousand from Liu Yanghe. After all, she won one thousand from the other. After all, the two sisters will be guaranteed regardless of their winning or losing!

Wang Zhuo smiled and asked everyone: "I'll post two thousand more, who will follow me?"

He chose to pay money instead of raise because if he raises, he can only win Anqi alone. He can raise money widely. Anyone who is optimistic about Anqi winning can invest and bet.

Sure enough, there were those who didn't believe in evil, maybe they were the ones who praised An Qi, or they felt that his good luck had ended, or they were simply "the key to participating" and spent a few dollars to play. Soon, five people raised two thousand dollars to put them on the table, and Wang Zhuo also put two thousand dollars on it. After An Qi won the money, the five people distributed it proportionally. If Wang Zhuo won, he would take it away himself.

This is why it means gambling. Wang Zhuo thought happily, but the gambling money is still too low compared to throwing dice to catch gold flowers. It seems that playing billiards has no future.

He was about to try to clear the table with one shot to end today's billiards trip. Angel at the kick-off position was aiming, but was stopped by a middle-aged woman who was rushing toward her.

I saw An Qi talked to her for a few words in a low voice, then grinned for a while before nodding heavily, as if she had made a decision.

After talking to An Qi, the middle-aged woman's eyes swept over the cash on the table, looked at Wang Zhuo with a thoughtful expression.

"I'm sorry, Father," Anqi walked over and said to Wang Zhuo with a wry smile: "I have important games to play later, so I can't continue to compete with you."

Wang Zhuo had already learned the whole story from their lips and asked with a smile: "Who is here to choose a place?"

"Yes." Anqi shrugged: "Taizhu sprained his foot the day before yesterday. He is still in the hospital for plaster. He pulled a big man from the slut, so he had to let me go."

"Is the opponent very powerful?" Wang Zhuo asked casually.

Anqi nodded: "Zhao Zijun, have you heard of it?"

"Zhao Zijun?" Wang Zhuo narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then clapped his hands and said, "Is he less than 20 years old this year and his forehead is a little bald?"

"Do you know him?" An Qi asked in surprise.

"As for the sage, I knew him four years ago." Wang Zhuo laughed and said, "I heard that this kid went to the UK to be a professional player. When did he come back?"

Seeing that Wang Zhuo admitted to knowing Zhao Zijun, the middle-aged woman interrupted with a wry smile: "Go home for the New Year, and then step on the places where he lost the ball before."

"Oh?" Wang Zhuo understood. This really fits Zhao Zijun's serious personality. He bullies business enthusiasts with his professional level. I believe only a guy like him can do this!

"Father, how did you know him?" An Qi asked curiously.

"I have won his money." Wang Zhuo said dryly: "At the most, he won about a thousand yuan accumulatively. Later, his strength suddenly increased. After losing several times, I found that I could not beat him, so I stopped playing with him!"

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded around, and even Liu Yanghe, who had been flirting with his face, couldn't help laughing. You know, although Zhao Zijun was fired by the national team, he also won the title of the Chinese Billiards League, which is not something that ordinary rookies can compare to.

"I heard that his best score now is 131 points?" Wang Zhuo looked at An Qi and teased: "I think I'll play this game for you. Maybe I can beat him again."

Angel glanced at him and hummed unconvincedly: "What is your best result?"
Chapter completed!