Chapter 35

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

All the guests were stunned. Chu Yue and Bai Ling, who were far away, also straightened up their bodies.

Yikes! The ball went in!

The pink ball was potted into a hole!

A brute-force thrust that sent the white ball bumping around like a headless fly hit the pink ball. And not only that, it even knocked the pink ball into a hole.

Holy moly, how is that possible?

No one could believe their eyes. It was one in a million. Unbelievable. Unacceptable. They never expected something like this to happen.

Xiao Luo stood upright, walked toward Fu Jiawei, and patted his shoulders, "Jiawei, thanks for your blessing. The ball has been potted!"

Fu Jiawei just stood there, unsure of what to do. He broke out in an awkward smile.

Ye Yingying, Fang Shulan, and the rest of the gang looked as if their mouths were stuffed with fish. Their expressions were as awful as awful could be.

"Luck, it must be luck. I'll eat sh*t if this isn't a lucky ball!" A guy who had a great relationship with Ye Yingying was unconvinced.

The others also subconsciously nodded in agreement. The white ball rebounded four times before it hit the pink ball. If this weren't a lucky ball, no one would've believed the tale anyway. It couldn't possibly be that Xiao Luo had mastery over the white ball's trajectories, right? If that was the case, wouldn't Xiao Luo be better than those internationally renowned grandmasters in snooker? Was that even possible?"

Xiao Luo was impressed by that guy's hypothesis. "If you say it's a lucky ball, then a lucky ball it shall be. I can't possibly say no and let you eat sh*t, right?"

"You…"

That guy was gritting his teeth and rubbing his palms. If Fu Jiawei hadn't given him a dirty look, he would have bolted up to teach that arrogant Xiao Luo a lesson!

At this moment, Ye Yingying said with a knowing smile, "Don't get too full of yourself. Pot the black ball if you can, or you'll still lose!"

"Yeah, get on with it! I don't believe you'll have such great luck this time." It was that guy from just now who was itching to see Xiao Luo fail.

"It was all luck just now. If he pots the black ball this time, I will kneel to him."

"Just kneeling? I will straight up call him daddy!"

"Yeah. A miracle like that will never happen twice."

The few people who were close acquaintances of Ye Yingying began taunting him.

Xiao Luo kept quiet, bent down, and locked his cue on the white ball. The cue, the white ball, and the black ball were in a straight line. His eyes were sharp, and his body was radiating a unique aura. A gust of wind blew over, sending the fringe on his forehead into a gentle flutter.

The air condensed as he channeled his focus.

His foxy grin, his confidence, his evil yet charming morale, and his solemnness were giving off a mysterious air of kingliness.

For a moment, Chu Yue was taken in by this force in the world. She murmured subconsciously, "That poser looks so… so handsome!"

At this moment, Xiao Luo had already taken his shot.

Clack

It was still a hard strike. The white ball whistled toward the black ball like a ray of white light rupturing the fabric of space that it even left an afterimage in the crowd's eyes.

As soon as it collided with the black ball, the white ball immediately substituted the black ball in its position and spun at breakneck speed. The black ball, on the other hand, morphed into a black panther that thundered toward a hole. Without any accident, it perfectly went into the hole following a Ka-drrum."

The crowd was gazing at the white ball that was spinning wildly in the same spot as if they were idiots, with the word "impossible" imprinted on their faces. The guy who said Xiao Luo was blessed by luck earlier, in particular, felt his face burning as if he'd been slapped hard by someone.

"I got 13 points. According to our agreement just now, I won."

Xiao Luo put down the cue, walked to Ye Yingying, and extended his hand. He meant, where's my watch and bank card?

With so many people around, Ye Yingying couldn't renege on her promise. But 50 thousand dollars was her one-month pocket money, and that Swiss watch was her much-treasured possession. How could she hand them over just like that?

"I want another match!"

Ye Yingying gritted her teeth while she took off her watch and placed it into Xiao Luo's hand alongside her bank card.

"Another match?" Xiao Luo frowned.

"Yes, a rematch."

Ye Yingying's eyes were about to spurt fire. She finally understood that this guy had been pretending all along. From the moment she challenged him to a snooker match, she had become an idiot, "If you win, I will give you another hundred thousand dollars. If you lose, return me my bank card, watch, and lick my shoe clean."

She was furious. This was the first time she got cucked so severely. She was proud of her brilliance in snooker. For her, this defeat was a deep, humiliating disgrace.

Why would Xiao Luo ever say no to free money?

He replied in a faint tone, "Well, we could, but I don't like empty promises!"

What he meant was, she had to show her sincerity. She couldn't just say it with her mouth.

"There's fifty grand in here!"

Fang Shulan took out a bank card from her pocket and placed it on the snooker table, supporting Ye Yingying till the very end.

Fu Jiawei was no longer pretending to be good brothers with Xiao Luo. He took out a bank card and said, "I have fifty thousand dollars in here as well."

"There's exactly 100 thousand over here. Okay, fine. I'll have another match with you."

Although Xiao Luo wasn't someone whose eyes would glimmer in the face of money, he never turned his thumbs down to it. Oh yeah, ten points, and I'll win? Like just now?"

After hearing this, Ye Yingying, Fang Shulan, and Fu Jiawei almost vomited blood.

Fu Jiawei was holding back his vulgar words as he forced a smile on his face. He said, "Xiao Luo. You know how to play snooker. If we go with the previous ten points, it won't be fair to Yingying."

"Do you mean we're going by the normal rules, Jiawei?" asked Xiao Luo.

"Duh! Why must she give you a handicap after we know that you knew how to play snooker?"

"What a shameless person! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"Taking your underserved gain for granted, why don't you go to hell."

The people who were close with Yingying and the girls were overcome by anger, wishing they could go forward and whack him together.

"Xiao Luo, stop acting. We won't fall for it," Fang Shulan said.

"Relax, I'm just saying. I already had one easy match. It wouldn't be great if I get another handicap. Let's have a normal game. Whoever gets a higher score wins," Xiao Luo looked ever so tranquil, keeping a smile on his face from beginning till the end.

Ye Yingying took a step forward, took a cue, and thumped it on the ground as she said furiously, "Cut the crap! Break-off!"

Xiao Luo shut his mouth but kept his smile and put on solemn expression. He once again picked up the cue, went to the break-off zone, and started the game with a light thrust.

It was a faceoff between pros, and the atmosphere was tense.

Everyone was looking at the table without blinking their eyes, not knowing who would be the victor.

With the gentle strike that Xiao Luo had taken, the white ball collided with the edge of the clumped up red balls and rebounded to the tiny semi-circular break-off area.

Most people thought it was a tremendous defensive strike. But from Ye Yingying's point of view, Xiao Luo had revealed a flaw in his first shot because one red ball had already detached from the cluster, and it just so happens that it was hittable with the white ball. Even the angulation was just right so that she could get it potted. While doing that, she could seize the opportunity to scatter the red balls, which would be beneficial for her to get more balls potted subsequently and acquire more points.