Chapter 835 — Genuine Shu Backs Down
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This time Zhen Yingjun dared not use so much force. After taking aim at his ball, he used a rather small amount of strength — smaller even than before — and sent the cue ball gently forward.
And yet this time it still leaped!
Zhen Yingjun was about to go mad! How could this be? How was it that every carelessly struck ball of his turned into a jump shot?
The cue ball hopped up with a whoosh, then came crashing down from above with a bang onto the very ball Zhen Yingjun had aimed at, sending it spinning wildly several times before it finally stopped!
This time Zhen Yingjun had indeed struck the target he aimed at, but because the direction of impact was wrong, the target ball did not drop into a pocket at all.
"Grandfather's balls, this is cursed!" Zhen Yingjun swore, finding it utterly unbelievable. Had his strength suddenly multiplied? He had clearly used so little force, and yet the ball he struck behaved as though he had hit it with all his might. What on earth was going on?
Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had only one ball left. Shen Yushu stuck to the same strategy, sending the cue ball to a position favorable for Gu Mengyao's aim and then letting Gu Mengyao take the shot! This time, being a little nervous, Gu Mengyao used too little strength — but with Wei Zhao's energy to supplement it, the final ball dropped smoothly into the pocket.
Gu Mengyao could clearly feel that she had not used enough force, yet the ball she struck seemed to carry a momentum all its own, rolling straight into the pocket! Gu Mengyao suspected that Wei Zhao must be up to his tricks again.
"Oh, so we won, didn't we? See that? And you call yourself a professional player, saying you'd teach us how to shoot — looks like you're the one who can't play!" Shen Yushu looked at Zhen Yingjun with a touch of smugness. "You think being able to pull off a few jump shots makes you something special? I can not only make jump shots, I can even make the ball bounce!"
"Isn't there still one more game? We've each won once — right now we're merely tied!" How could Zhen Yingjun admit defeat? He felt that the second game had been entirely a failure of his own form, and that Shen Yushu was not really a formidable player at all.
"Fine, then let's play another game, and I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly!" With Wei Zhao's help, Shen Yushu was not in the least afraid of losing. "Are you still going to spot us three balls?"
"No. I underestimated your skill before, but I can't give you a handicap now!" How would Zhen Yingjun dare to give away balls again? Although Shen Yushu looked like a beginner, her luck was uncommonly good, and he was afraid she might fluke a few more balls in. So he said, "Not only will I not spot you balls — the two of you can only have one player shoot, not both of you taking turns!"
Zhen Yingjun had seen it too: he could no longer let Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu play together. The two of them coordinated with uncanny默契 — one would send the cue ball to just the right position, and the other would sink the shot cleanly. If they kept playing this way, he would likely lose again! So to save face, he could not let them keep playing like that.