It has to be said that the pressure of 10 million per round was too much for Zhang Haifeng, so that after seeing how powerful Ye Lang was now, he felt unsure and began to be afraid.
Before, he didn't take Ye Lang seriously in terms of billiards skills. Ye Lang was like a younger brother to him.
However, he never imagined that in a short period of time, Ye Lang would suddenly transform from a stupid young man who didn't even understand the rules of the game to a billiards master, and even threaten him.
Hearing Ye Lang urging from the side, Zhang Haifeng felt even more annoyed. He stood up directly and gave Ye Lang a sharp look: "Why are you so anxious? I'm thinking about how to fight. Do you think I'm just like you, blindly acting recklessly?"
, you just know how to attack! Playing billiards requires careful thinking!"
"Isn't it just a kick-off? It also requires strategy and hesitation for a long time!"
Ye Lang muttered again, leaving Zhang Haifeng even more speechless.
"Damn it, let's fight!"
After Zhang Haifeng hesitated for a while, he was ready to hit the ball directly with force, believing that strong force would do wonders.
"Crack!"
Zhang Haifeng suddenly exerted force, and the white ball rushed out.
"No way? With such great power? Don't you want to defend yourself?"
Many people's hearts skipped a beat when they saw this posture.
A rich second generation asked: "Does Master Zhang also want to directly put a red ball into the hole and gain the initiative?"
Just when everyone was shocked, the white ball had already collided with the pile of red balls, and then the pile of balls scattered.
"Come in, come in one!"
Zhang Haifeng was so nervous for the first time. His eyes were straight. He saw several red balls that almost went into the hole. His heart was filled with regret.
"Oh, it's in!"
When Ye Lang saw it, he immediately laughed: "Haha, the red ball didn't go in, but the white ball actually did!"
Zhang Haifeng's face turned green. It was true that the white ball went in but the red ball didn't. Now the billiard balls on the table are quite scattered. This is unlucky.
Ye Lang also frowned and asked Tan Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, if the white ball scores, how is it calculated? Should I hit it? Shouldn't it be him?"
Tan Xiaoxiao was ashamed. When he explained the rules to Ye Lang just now, he actually forgot about it. After all, he only told him how many points the ball was worth and the order in which he should play. He had not told him about the white ball.
This is the case of entering a hole.
She smiled bitterly, walked over, picked up the white ball, and placed it on the kick-off side: "You can put it anywhere on this line, and ah, it's not just your turn, if the white ball goes into the hole,
, not only will there be no points, but four points will be deducted!"
"Here, he didn't score a single goal, and he still has four points deducted? Oh my God, Master Zhang, you are so unlucky, you actually lost four points right from the start?"
Ye Lang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was so happy.
The corners of Zhang Haifeng's mouth twitched fiercely for a few times, and he gritted his teeth and prepared to regain his dignity: "It's not me who lost the four points, these four points were added to the opponent, which means you already have four points!
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"Oh, I understand, it's like you gave me four points. Hehe, thank you Master Zhang for your generosity!"
Ye Lang chuckled, as if he suddenly realized something.
The corner of Zhang Haifeng's mouth twitched violently again. He was not so kind and gave points to the other party, as if he did it voluntarily.
He glanced at Ye Lang angrily: "Why do you talk so much? It's your turn. Let's fight. I want to see how many points you can score!"
"Then I'd rather be respectful than obey!"
Ye Lang smiled slightly, walked to the front, then aimed at a red ball and exerted his force directly. The red ball went directly into the hole accurately. The whole movement was a smooth movement.
Ye Lang's strength was also controlled very appropriately, and he finally rolled to a position where he could hit the seven-point ball. Moreover, after hitting this position, he could continue to walk up and hit a red ball not far away.
"Crack!"
A hole in one!
"Crack!"
Another hole-in-one!
Looking at Ye Lang in front of him, each stroke was better than the other, and each stroke was more accurate than the last. Zhang Haifeng's forehead had beads of sweat dripping down unconsciously. Could it be that he was going to lose this round again?
Already?
Sure enough, Ye Lang scored more than 80 points this time, and there were only two colored balls left on the table tennis ball.
"It's your turn!"
Ye Lang stood up and stretched: "Grandma, this six points, I almost made it, what a pity!"
Zhang Haifeng's heart was bleeding. This guy had already won, yet he still said such words to make him angry. If he continued like this, he doubted whether he would be angry to death by Ye Lang.
The proprietress, who was wearing a sexy cheongsam dress, was also shocked. If Ye Lang didn't know what to do after the white ball went into the hole before, she had to wonder whether this Ye Lang would have known how to play billiards a long time ago.
A master pretends not to know how to do it now, and then plays with this sea peak.
"Yes. We win again, Ye Lang. You are so awesome. You are truly gifted!"
Tan Xiaoxiao jumped up excitedly again. Today's Ye Lang really refreshed her outlook on life again.
"Congratulations, you have won two games!"
Bai Bing smiled faintly and looked at Ye Lang. This man really fascinated her more and more.
No matter when, you can always see his shining point, even if he is lustful, he is lustful and so unique.
"Haha, as I said just now, I still need to get used to it and practice in the first game at most. I will probably be able to beat him in the remaining nine games!"
Ye Lang laughed and said.
"You brat, do you still want to beat me nine games in a row?"
Zhang Haifeng was so angry that he gritted his teeth and his eyeballs almost fell out. The kid in front of him was too crazy. He was lucky enough to win two games in a row, and now he actually said that he would beat him in nine games!
"Everyone must have a dream, otherwise what's the difference from a salted fish?"
Ye Lang raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
"Swing the ball, it's his turn to tee off in the next game!"
Zhang Haifeng said with a gloomy face.
In this game, after the ball was set, Ye Lang looked left and right again, and finally the corner of his mouth curled up.
Because he has discovered that when a ball hits another ball, the angle may be just right to knock the ball in.
"Crack!"
Sure enough, Ye Lang took another powerful shot and the ball went directly into the hole.
"Wow, I got in again, that's great, Ye Lang, you are so lucky!"
Tan Xiaoxiao was extremely excited.
Ye Lang smiled slightly. Only he knew in his heart that this was not a coincidence or luck. He had already figured out where to hit the ball and the general trend of the other balls, and judged which one would directly score the goal.
"Ye Lang, the position of this white ball is also very good, great, your opportunity has come!"
Bai Bing was also extremely excited, as if she was the one competing.
