Due to uneven force and poor angle control, ball No. 6 did not roll toward the hole, but deflected and hit ball No. 3 next to it.
"This goal will definitely not go in." Chen Yu stood up again. The ball had no angle at all and there was no way it could go in. Several onlookers around him thought the same thing. But a scene that surprised everyone happened again, 6
Although the No. 3 ball did not go in, the No. 3 ball that was knocked out hit the edge of the table. After a rebound, it slid straight towards the hole and miraculously went in.
"This..." Chen Yu opened his eyes in horror and rubbed hard, but he had to believe that this was true. Ye Ming once again scored a goal. "I can score this goal. I am really lucky.
"Several onlookers were amazed, and they were also surprised by Ye Ming's good luck. Until now, no one doubted the two goals, they just thought Ye Ming was lucky.
"Hehe, he scored again, it's not difficult." Seeing that the ball had scored again, Ye Ming circled around the table and aimed at the No. 4 ball.
"This ball is not good, but it is not good. The No. 5 ball in front is blocking it." Someone reminded. "Really, I think it's pretty good. I can hit it." Ye Ming looked at it carefully for a while and said. "I can hit it.
Hitting the ball is good, but if you want to score, you need the correct angle. You can hit the 4th ball by bypassing the 5th ball, but this way there is no angle to score." The man explained,
Billiards is not just about hitting the ball, the ultimate goal is to score a goal. It is too easy to hit a ball, but it is not so easy to score a goal.
"Isn't it true that as long as you can hit the ball, you can score?" Ye Ming asked doubtfully. With one sentence, everyone was instantly petrified. After a while, the person who spoke before said, "Of course, you can't score if you can hit the ball."
"But, I scored the last two times I hit the ball." Ye Ming said. "That's just because you were lucky. I'm afraid you won't have such good luck next time." The man said, feeling conscious after saying this.
He shut up, feeling that he and Ye Ming didn't know each other on the same level.
"I think this ball is pretty good." Ye Ming looked at the No. 4 ball again and thought for a while. In the end, he did not listen to the man's advice and still chose to play the No. 4 ball.
"You actually hit the No. 4 ball. How are you going to score this time?" The person who spoke before said in a muffled voice, somewhat annoyed by Ye Ming's lack of knowledge. Everyone also looked like they were watching a good show.
Ye Ming took aim with the stick, and after sliding the club several times, he slid the stick again. The club slammed into the bottom of the white ball, sending the white ball flying up.
"Sliding again, this level is really..." Someone shook his head and glanced at Ye Ming contemptuously, thinking that his skills were too bad. The white ball flew up, passed the No. 5 ball in the middle, and hit the top edge of the No. 4 ball.
Under everyone's surprised and disbelieving eyes, the No. 4 ball went into the hole.
"Again...entered again..."
Everyone's eyes widened, and many people groaned feebly.
"This is too fake, it's incredible, it's incredible."
"That's it, how is this possible? Three goals were scored in a row. The first ball was scored by the slider, the second ball was scored at the wrong angle but another ball was scored, and the third ball was directly lifted up.
It's too fake to be able to get in...
Everyone talked a lot and stared at Ye Ming with strange eyes, surprised by his good luck.
