Chapter 833 — Knocking the Ball Flying
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Shen Yushu had finished her shot, and now it was Gu Mengyao's turn. This time Wei Zhao had properly reined in the magnitude of his energy, so Gu Mengyao's shot looked entirely unremarkable—nothing but a little extra force behind it.
Wei Zhao let out a breath of relief. When it came to handling this energy, he was getting rather handy at it.
Soon it was Shen Yushu's turn again, yet the earlier phenomenon did not recur—just another plain, ordinary shot. Zhen Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Shen Yushu really had pulled off that shot by blind luck, a dead cat landing on a dead rat. Otherwise, surely she would have hit another one like it this time.
At last it was Zhen Yingjun's turn. He felt smug. Judging by the arrangement of balls on the table, he would certainly clear them all in one visit! With his skill, this was child's play.
Taking his time, Zhen Yingjun picked out his first target, bent low over the table, and elegantly pushed his cue forward.
At the instant Zhen Yingjun's cue struck the cue ball, Wei Zhao channeled his energy into it.
The result: Zhen Yingjun's cue ball went "whoosh"—and shot clean off the table like a rocket launch! He had produced a magnificent jump shot.
Before anyone could quite react, the cue ball smacked into the face of a spectator with a loud "bang," instantly bloodying his nose and knocking out two of his front teeth. Stung by the pain, the man let out a howl, then glared and jabbed a finger at Zhen Yingjun, cursing, "You son of a bitch, are you blind? Where are you aiming? You've knocked your grandpa's front teeth loose!"
"Sorry, sorry, my apologies..." Though Zhen Yingjun was usually an arrogant sort, he knew well enough that he was in Songshan City now, not his own turf in Donghai. Stirring up trouble here was unwise; besides, he operated on the principle of courting women in a civilized manner, so he must not come off as crude. He could only apologize and pull out his wallet, counting out three thousand yuan for the man. "This is for medical expenses—consider it my compensation to you."
The man was a drifter with no job to speak of, and at the sight of three thousand yuan his eyes lit up at once. He took Zhen Yingjun's money and stopped complaining, standing off to the side with a hand clapped over his mouth.
Zhen Yingjun had no time to dawdle with these people now. His chief aim was to defeat Shen Yushu and Gu Mengyao, thereby proving that he was fit to teach them billiards—so he simply paid to smooth things over.
What rotten luck! Zhen Yingjun thought to himself. He really had been a bit hasty, carelessly putting too much force into the shot and sending the ball leaping into the air! Still, that jump shot was not something just anyone could pull off—he had done it without even trying, which was pretty damn impressive.
It seemed he had simply been careless and failed to gauge the force properly, which had brought about this situation. Next time he would have to be more conscientious!
"All right, my turn!" Shen Yushu, having waited for Zhen Yingjun to make a fool of himself, took a fresh cue ball and placed it on the table, ready to break.
Shen Yushu took aim at one of the balls, then struck!
It had to be said, though, that Shen Yushu had read the angle rather well. The cue ball struck one of her own suit of solids and sent it rolling; it looked certain to drop into a pocket, but because the force had been a touch too light, the ball reached the edge of the pocket and then ran out of steam.
"Go... go... go..." Shen Yushu grew anxious as she watched the ball slow more and more, about to stop right at the lip of the pocket.
Wei Zhao smiled faintly and fed in a bit of energy. At once the ball, which had been about to stop, seemed to have swallowed a shot of adrenaline and zipped into the pocket.