34 Can You Feel It? (2/2)
But no one was rooting for Xiao Luo. What kind of joke would that be? Why would a guy who slipped nine out of ten times pot the balls? There would be zero suspense regarding the outcome.
”Your turn!”
Ye Yingying turned around and yelled at Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo wasn't affected. He put down his wine glass and said to Fu Jiawei next to him with a smile, ”See? I still have a chance.”
”Ye, yeah! You still have a chance, bud! The black and pink ball totals at 13 points, which is over ten. Hehe.”
Fu Jiawei was cracking up. What an oddball. Why would he still think he had a chance at this point? No wonder he failed to notice that he had provoked my princess Chu Yue.
Xiao Luo circled the table, and his eyebrows became almost knitted together.
”The white ball can never touch the pink ball with one rebound. It will need at least two rebounds. To accomplish this feat, not to mention me, I'm afraid that even the internationally renowned grandmasters would have a less than 50% success rate. That's an outstanding play, Ms. Ye.”
”Looks like you're not that big of an idiot after all. Since you are well aware that you will never get to pot the pink ball, you should give up,” Ye Yingying, who was holding the winning ticket, said while smiling proudly.
”Give up?”
Xiao Luo shook his head, ”Why should I?”
Ye Yingying said, ”Do you think you're better than the grandmasters that you can pot the pink ball with the white ball being at such a position?”
”Never try, never know,” Xiao Luo said while spreading his hands.
Fang Shulan was getting impatient and yelled, ”Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you going to hit the ball or not?”
”Exactly! You are so naggy! You're nothing like a man.”
”Do it quickly if you so wish to try! And bark if you admit defeat.”
”Aside from barking, you still have to rub Yingying's heels clean.”
A bunch of people echoed.
Xiao Luo smiled indifferently. He bent down, made a groove with his left hand, and aimed his cue. He took a deep breath, brewing his strike unhurriedly.
”Jiawei, can you feel it?”
His words confused Fu Jiawei as he replied while containing his laughter, ”Feel what?”
”Me, potting the ball, of course,” Xiao Luo said seriously.
Are you potting the ball?
Fu Jiawei was taken aback. He couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He almost cried as he thought, ”Your club isn't even pointing in the right direction and has almost a 180 degrees deviation with the pink ball. You dare claim that you can pot the ball?”
You are a weirdo, my brother!
However, he said, agreeing, ”I didn't feel it at first. But after what you said, I immediately felt it. You can get the ball potted.”
”Hahaha…”
The guests burst out laughing, amused by Xiao Luo's ignorant and funny words.
”Get in, ball!”
At this time, Xiao Luo shouted. His eyes abruptly turned sharp as he forcefully struck the cue on the white ball.
Clack
The static white ball morphed into a ray of white light, rushing out at an extremely high speed. It randomly spurted across the entire table as if it had lost control, consecutively colliding four times with the edges of the table. Finally, following a ”cluck,” it knocked on the pink ball.
The pink ball attained a surge of energy and went rolling directly to the bottom hole. Amid the crowd's incredible expressions, the ball went into the hole following a ”Ka-drrum.”
Clean and neat! Done in a stretch!
The clattering in the venue abruptly halted.