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Chapter 131 It’s your turn

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Shen Yanci. He was wiping the tip of his cue with chocolate powder, his face shrouded in shadow, with a hint of loneliness in it.

Qin Zhao couldn't quite figure out what Shen Yanci meant. He had been quite cold to him these past two days. Was he regretting something, trying to ease the tension, or did something else?

She had no idea. She had no experience with this and didn't know if he wanted her to come over.

Chen Yu then gestured to her, "Go ahead."

Qin Zhao looked at Jiang Man: "Manman, do you want to play?"

Jiang Man quickly shook her head: "You play, you play, I'm eating watermelon."

As she spoke, she forked a piece of paper-peeled, yellow-fleshed watermelon, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It's sweet."

Qin Zhao, holding the cue stick, walked step by step toward Shen Yanci and stood at the other end of the pool table.

Shen Yanci applied the powder a few more times before glancing at her.

Qin Zhao gripped the cue stick without saying a word.

The soothing piano music danced and soared through the space via stereo speakers.

Shen Yanci parted his thin lips slightly: "Rearrange them."

Qin Zhao was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was talking to him. Just as he realized what was happening, the referee next to him immediately took his tools and restored the table to its original state.

Shen Yanci glanced at Qin Zhao, who was three meters away from him, and said, "Come closer."

Qin Zhao took a few steps toward his position.

Shen Yanci: "Who do you want to go first?"

Qin Zhao's recent failed opening shot was still fresh in her mind. She was already bad at the game, and her opening shot would only be worse. She said, "You."

Shen Yanci's expression seemed to soften a little, and he raised an eyebrow: "Why should I?"

"..."

Qin Zhao reminded him, "You asked first."

"Oh, just asking."

"..."

Seeing her look so embarrassed, Shen Yanci's displeasure from the past two days seemed to lessen considerably.

He asked the referee for a coin, tossed it gently into the air, and caught it with practiced ease: "Guess which side?"

The game hadn't started yet, and Qin Zhao didn't have that strong competitive drive. It was better if she didn't kick off; if she did, she could just get a penalty point.

She had no qualms about it: "It's just a number."

Shen Yanci lowered his eyes and moved his hand away, and Qin Zhao also craned his neck to look.

Before he could even see it clearly, Shen Yanci returned the coin to the referee.

Qin Zhao frowned: "Isn't that a bit unfair? I didn't see it."

"You guessed right." Shen Yanci glanced at her casually. "You think it's unfair?"

Qin Zhao said "Oh," and that meant it was alright.

Shen Yanci: "Shall I go first?"

She hummed.

Shen Yanci stood in the center of the table, completely catching Qin Zhao off guard.

Generally, snooker breaks are thin-sided and light-forced, partly to avoid giving the opponent a chance to pot the ball, and partly to prevent the red balls from spreading out too much and allowing the opponent to score directly.

Therefore, most players stay close to the right side of the cushion to better control the power of thin shots.

Shen Yanci just stood in the middle like that?

As a novice, she didn't dare to say anything and just quietly watched how he played.

Shen Yanci stood with his right foot on the extended line of the low cushion, his left foot forward at an angle, his body and the table forming a parallel line. He lowered his hand, aimed, and with a bang, the white ball crashed into the pile of red balls.

It seemed to be one of the red balls in the second row, but Qin Zhao couldn't see it clearly.

Then the red balls scattered.

"..."

That's it?

With such a professional stance, Qin Zhao thought he was a master.

Qin Zhao glanced at Shen Yanci furtively, wondering if he didn't know how either.

Does Chen Yu not want to play with him because he thinks Chen Yu is bad at the game?

Shen Yanci looked completely calm and didn't seem to think he was wrong.

It's fair to pit noobs against noobs.

She glanced at the pool table, and the scattered red balls gradually stabilized, giving her an extra 4 points.

Before she could even feel happy, a red ball slowly moved along the path to the edge of the upper right pocket.

With a thud, it landed in the bag.

The other red balls scattered and rested peacefully on the table.

She opened her eyes and looked at the screen showing 1:0.

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at her indifferently. Qin Zhao casually looked away.

Black ball, pocketed, 8:0.

Red ball, pocketed, 9:0.

Blue ball, into the pocket, 14:0.

Red ball, go into the pocket again, 15:0.

Pink ball, into the pocket, 21:0.

……

Qin Zhao watched as the number of red balls on the table decreased one by one.

He seemed to have anticipated the ball's trajectory, and every shot was both steady and accurate.

She stroked the golf club, feeling that it wasn't as exciting as playing with Lin Shi.

Shen Yanci suddenly frowned, as if he had encountered some problem.

Qin Zhao perked up a bit.

Shen Yanci shifted his position slightly, aimed, and as expected, the ball went into the bag again.

He raised an eyebrow and casually wiped off some chocolate powder.

Qin Zhao almost laughed.

She stood there with her cue stick, like a fairy queen with her wand, watching helplessly as Shen Yanci scored.

Who says Shen Yanci isn't pretentious? He's far too pretentious.

Unlike Lin Shi's blatantly cheeky pretense, his ease and nonchalance are a form of provocation to others.

While it was pleasing to the eye, Qin Zhao also found it somewhat uninteresting.

Seeing that he would have to fight for a while longer, she decided to put her "staff" down first.

Otherwise, you'll look like a fool.

She had just turned around when, with a thud, she heard the sound of something going into a bag again.

She thought he had scored again and didn't pay attention.

Shen Yanci called out to her, "It's your turn."

"..."

She turned around, somewhat puzzled, and the referee handed her the white ball—a free ball.

The score on the scoreboard became 38:4.

Qin Zhao blinked. Shen Yanci had shot the white ball into the hole?

Jiang Manren, who witnessed all of this, burst into laughter.

Upon seeing Qin Zhao about to leave, Shen Yanci's face immediately turned pale with panic, and he pursed his lips and started laughing into his golf bag.

Which family is so good that they just aim the white ball directly into the pocket?

Qin Zhao took the white ball given to him by the referee and looked at the situation on the table. The balls were scattered, so it wasn't easy to commit a foul.

There's a red ball on the edge of the pocket that looks very easy to hit.

She pondered and placed the white ball about 20 centimeters... about 10 centimeters away from it.

Before the ball even landed, Shen Yanci pointed to a spot with his cue stick: "Put it here."

Qin Zhao glanced at him indifferently: "Too far."

"..."

Shen Yanci: "Then how are you going to play from here? The white ball is so close to the side."

Qin Zhao pursed his lips, picked up the white ball, and tried to find the position he had suggested, but it seemed a bit difficult.

She compromised by moving a little distance away, observing Shen Yanci's expression.

Seeing that he didn't seem angry, I put the ball down.

Full of confidence, she imitated his posture, moved the hand brace, aimed, and struck.

dong dong——

Two crisp sounds.

Good news, the ball went in.

Bad news, the ball went in too.

She stared blankly at the scene, somewhat bewildered as the screen changed to a 42:4 aspect ratio.

She was still holding her cue horizontally, like an angler who had caught a fish but it got away just as he was about to pull it in.

Jiang Man burst out laughing.

Where did this adorable creature come from?

The referee handed the white ball to Shen Yanci, who should have a free ball according to the rules.

(End of this chapter)