Ye Ming had an old-fashioned look on his face. When Chen Yu raised his eyebrows and wanted to refute, he said again: "Of course, not to mention your inferior football skills."
"You said my golf skills are not good, then you should try to beat me." Chen Yu angrily laughed back. "Why are you so anxious? I haven't touched a club in a few years, why don't you get familiar with it?" Ye Ming scolded.
"Okay, let's see what tricks you can do." Chen Yu lay down on the sofa behind him, closed his eyes angrily, and stopped looking at Ye Ming, lest he be pissed to death first.
"Okay, the warm-up is complete." Ye Ming pretended to twist his body a few more times, then slowly came to the pool table, held the pole in a very awkward posture, and aimed at the only large ball on the table.
Seeing Ye Ming start to hit the ball, Chen Yu opened his eyes and saw Ye Ming's awkward holding posture. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Looking at this holding posture, Chen Yu knew that Ye Ming must be a layman. He had never hit the ball before.
After playing billiards, he said two things, and his interest suddenly waned. It was difficult to get him interested in betting on a game with someone whose level was much worse than his own. Of course, although he thought there would be no suspense in this game, Chen Yu still watched it.
Ye Ming hit the ball once to judge whether his opponent was really vulnerable, but at this glance, he couldn't help but get a headache.
"I said, uncle, do you know how to play? That's number 13, it's my ball, and yours is a small ball." Chen Yu sighed. Now he was completely sure that Ye Ming was a layman. Before, he
The first ball scored at the kickoff was a large ball. Ye Ming should be a small ball, but now he actually aimed at the only large ball on the table. This is completely the behavior of a layman who knows nothing.
"Can't you hit this ball?" Ye Ming asked. "The large ball is mine, and yours is the small ball. You can hit all but me." Chen Yu explained feebly, what was he talking about?
Bet and compete with weird opponents!
"Oh, I know." Ye Ming nodded, walked around the billiard table a few times, observed it for a while, then nodded secretly, and aimed at one of the balls. Chen Yu glanced at it again, and suddenly there was another burst of energy.
With dark eyes, he said angrily: "You can't play this one, it's just the black 8, you can only play it after hitting all the small balls."
"You can't fight here, you can't fight anywhere. Why are you breaking so many rules? Are you trying to trick me?" Ye Ming looked at Chen Yu suspiciously. Chen Yu raised his head on the sofa and leaned hard on the armchair.
After a few collisions, his ignorance of Ye Ming has reached the edge of being tolerable. Now he has begun to regret his previous agreement to compete with Ye Ming. Competing with such a rookie who knows nothing will definitely not be the best for him.
It increases the glory of victory, but it is a kind of humiliation and torture.
"Uncle, let's not compete. Our skills and understanding are not at the same level at all." Chen Yu said feebly. "You gave up?" Ye Ming said with a look of surprise. Chen Yu was almost beaten by Ye Ming.
He was so angry that he vomited blood and died. How ignorant a person must be to say such a thing. Now it seems that he has an absolute advantage on the table, okay? He also has a large ball and can hit black 8, and
As for Ye Ming, he didn't move a single ball. Judging from his rookie performance, whether he could score a goal or not was a question. He took care of his face and asked not to compete. He actually asked himself if he wanted to admit defeat!
