C19 Billiard Emperor

Zhang Jun turned his head around and calmly said, "If I don't leave now, the Silver Eared Lotus Seed Soup will be finished off soon." With Zhang Jun's reminder, everyone reacted. With the speed of a hundred meters, they rushed to be the first to run towards Zhang Jun. What a joke, if someone invited them like them to a meal, who wouldn't? No matter how foolish he was, he would never go against his words.

Everyone swarmed around and left the school gate, coming to the "good many" supermarket that they had to visit every day.

"Boss, give me four servings of Silver Ear Lotus Seed Soup. I'll pack two servings for you when I leave later." Zhang Jun smiled and said to the forty-odd middle-aged man beside him.

"Ok, it will be ready soon. I'll add some red dates for all of you." The middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Then thank you, boss." Zhang Jun said politely.

The boss was also very enthusiastic. "From what you're saying, it's not easy for your students. Besides, you're my regular customers, so it's not like I'll lose much by giving you more food." The boss went to get them the lotus seed soup.

A short while later, cups of silver ear lotus seed soup were served to them. The five held each of them in their hands, warming their hands. What's the event for dinner tonight? " Bao Hanyong asked.

Zhou Xinmin took a sip, and suggested: "How about we go to a bar, I haven't been there for a long time, what do you think?"

Zhang Jun shrugged and did not say a word. Zhang Fei also indicated that he was free to do whatever he wanted.

However, Zuo Zhixing had a naughty smile on his face as he teased Zhou Xinmin: "I don't think you simply want to go to a bar to drink."

In the end, everyone raised their hands and decided to go to the bar tonight.

After finishing their cups of soup, everyone's bodies became much warmer. Zhang Jun took the two plates that he had packed and paid for them, then left with Zhang Fei and the other three people, heading towards the restaurant. Zhang Fei sent a message to Zhang Han, informing him that Zhang Han and Su Xiang would be directly coming to the restaurant for lunch later.

An hour later, in a private room of the restaurant, a group of seven people were fighting over the food. A few minutes later, all the food on the table was emptied.

Twenty minutes later, in a room shrouded in smoke, Zhang Fei took out his phone to check the time. He said: "It's still early and the bar is still open for business.

"Why don't you go to the internet cafe and visit us?" suggested the Bone Grayscale Beetle, Su Xiang.

Zhou Xinmin and Zuo Zhixing shook their heads at the same time, showing that they did not agree. When they went online in the afternoon, the two of them were beaten up so badly that they couldn't wait to stuff their heads into the crevices of the ground. Now, they didn't even dare to go online. Therefore, when Su Xiang suggested that they go online, the two of them shook their heads like a rattle drum.

Zhang Fei laughed, then suggested: "How about, we go to the billiard room to play a few billiards, it's been a while since we played too."

Zhang Fei's suggestion was adopted unanimously. Therefore, Zhang Fei's group of seven headed straight for the pool.

It was already cold in December, and people were already wearing thick cotton coats. The weather at night was colder than during the day. Many people would rather stay at home and turn on the air conditioner to enjoy the warm wind because of the cold. But no matter how cold the day was, it could not stop the city's nights of red wine and green. When the lights were lit, the rich night life had already quietly arrived. The people who enjoyed the night life resisted the cold of the night, happily shuttling back and forth through the dreary and noisy "red light district".

On a street in the downtown area, seven boys, who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, collectively stopped in front of the Emperor's Billiards Club.

Looking at the seven words written in large, shining letters, a boy spoke with a heroic spirit, "Tonight, I will kill all of you to the last man."

The boy next to the talking boy looked at him with disdain and slowly said, "If I lose tonight, I'll buy all the money I get from the bar."

The boy who had spoken earlier and the other five boys beside him revealed a sinister smile. Only then did the boy realize that he had been fooled by the others, that the big guys had jointly tricked him. Looking at the five people beside him, he walked past them one by one with disdain. After greeting them one by one, he ignored them and walked straight into the long open door.

A bout of wild laughter came from behind. Following that, a person laughed as he spoke, "Looks like Zhang Han is going to spend quite a bit today. In order to satisfy Zhang Han's wish to treat us tonight, old men, we must work hard." After saying that, he could not help but burst out laughing.

It turned out that these seven were Zhang Fei, Zhang Jun and the rest who had come to the Club to play pool after finishing their meal.

"Peng, Peng, Peng …" On this table, after Zhang Han opened up the ball, he used his astonishing skills to perfectly pick off all the balls on the table. This pole used eighty percent of Zhang Han's strength to hit Black Eight, and indeed, Black Eight obediently followed the route that Zhang Han had planned for. After the final shot, Black Eight went straight into the triangular hole in the base with a "swoosh" and went back to the bottom of the triangle without any problem. It was a perfect, unassailable victory, and it simply did not give Zhang Fei any chance at all.

Standing up, Zhang Han looked at Zhang Fei with unbridled arrogance in his eyes, as if to say, I can't play games with you, but the billiard ball is mine. Little fellow, play with me. You are still far from being able to do it.

Zhang Fei smiled back, shrugged: "It's my turn now." The language was extremely concise.

"Whap." With the attack from his spear, Zhang Fei used a seventy degree angle to shoot the ball without hesitation. The white ball directly smashed into number three, and after the collision, Number Three rolled forward and bumped into Number Seven who was at the side of the hole, which went straight into the hole, while Number Three also followed closely behind Number Seven and slowly rolled into the hole. As for the white ball that bounced off No. 3, it hit the No. 6 ball that was in the middle of the hole while it was spinning, and the No. 6 ball was also brought into the middle hole. Finally, the white ball was exhausted and stopped. It did not even go through one or two vaults. Zhang Fei's pole and three sides had hit all three of them, it was extremely interesting, even some people who were passing by stopped to watch the fight. Zhang Fei did not give Zhang Han any chance to retaliate, and directly used the sword to clear the deal. With Zhang Han's looks, it could be considered as taking revenge for the previous match.

The third round began. Zhang Han began to place the free ball. This time, Zhang Han did not dare underestimate his opponent, and began to play conservative ways. He lightly pushed the ball, and it slowly rolled towards the ground like a snail, the white ball reaching the bottom lightly bounced a lot after reaching the bottom, and finally came to a stop together with Number Fifteen who was at the back of the line. Zhang Fei looked left and right, and then turned back several times, but he still could not see any loopholes. With a helpless look, he used all his strength to kick the ball, and under the collisions, the fifteen balls that were initially concentrated together separated at a fast speed as the furthest ball rolled towards the hole at the bottom of the hole. Everyone originally thought that this ball would definitely go in, but there were some things that just happened to go against their wishes, and the moment that ball was about to go in, Number Ten stopped, and just stopped at the hole at the bottom, and with a light touch, it would enter the hole.

Looking at the stage's layout, Zhang Fei let out a long sigh, turned around and returned to his seat. Zhang Han had already stood up, and came to the table while wiping his gun powder. He did not deliberately strike the number ten flower ball at the edge of the hole, but rather took a good look at the number twelve flower ball at the middle of the hole above, and did not take the time to look for the right angle to aim, so Zhang Han directly swung his staff downwards, and the number twelve flower ball shot straight into the hole, while the white ball bounced backwards. Originally, Zhang Han wanted to use the number twelve flower ball to make a transition so that he could hit the number eleven flower ball. At first, Number Thirteen had had a chance to hit the edge of the hole, but because the previous attack was too heavy, the white ball's trajectory was off the track that Zhang Han had calculated, looking at Zhang Fei who was sitting straight at the side, Zhang Han decided to gamble with it, after seeing the anxiety in Zhang Fei's eyes, he split his legs and squatted down, using all his strength to hit the white ball. The white ball was in the middle of the No. 13 ball and the number thirteen ball directly shot towards the bottom of the hole. Now, there was only Black Eight left. As long as Zhang Han could make it into the competition, he would be able to win. What Zhang Han did not expect was that Zhang Fei's lecherous ball blocked the white ball's attack path. When Zhang Han struck the thirteenth ball earlier, he did not even think about Black Eight, thus the thirteenth ball went into the hole. With no other choice, Zhang Han went back and forth in circles in front of the billiard table, but he couldn't find a good angle to hit Black Eight. Looking at Black Eight who was not far away, Zhang Han suddenly made a bold decision. Since he could not touch the ball head on, and could not even touch a single ball, then he would break the rules sooner or later. Investment has risks, if not, where does the return come from?

Thinking about it, Zhang Han decided to gamble with everything he had. Zhang Han's physics was exceptionally good, he could rank in the top ten even at his age, and this billiard ball could indeed be explained with physics. Zhang Han quickly calculated in his mind, and thought of several attack methods, but in the end, he still overthrew it.

Various methods continuously flashed through Zhang Han's mind, every method displayed in the form of a movie. Scenes, scenes, scenes, and so on, they were constantly being eliminated and filtered, continuously being corrected and improved, being corrected one tiny bit of error after another, being repeatedly calculated and tested, going through countless failures, being corrected countless of times, until Zhang Han finally grasped onto something within, and he finally started to feel that the most perfect way to decipher the mysteries was taking shape in his mind. Right now, the only thing he lacked was practice, to see if it was as he had thought.