Chapter 204: One Shot Clear

But Huang Mao was not willing to give up, he put the white ball that missed it back to its original position with a very fast hand speed, but he didn't put back the panchromatic ball that blocked it from going out just now. At this time, there was an extra gap in front of Bai Qiu, and Huang Maotian hurriedly said shamelessly: "I don't know who touched my hand just now, so my rod accidentally hit out, and now I will return them all to their original positions and do it again." ”

Those who bet on Ye Cheng to win began to talk about it, and just now it was clear that his own level was not enough to knock the white ball away. With so many pairs of eyes, looking at them is not blind. There was no one behind him, let alone touching his elbows. But after all, there are not many people who bet that Ye Cheng will win, and everyone else is winning by throwing yellow hair. So even if those people felt that Huang Mao was very cheating, they didn't say anything. The rest of them had to count on the referee to give a fair verdict.

However, what made them more strange was that Ye Cheng had obviously seen Huang Mao's trick with them, but he didn't have any complaints or plans to protest. Instead, he still sat in his chair and watched it all very calmly. When they observed Ye Cheng's expression, they didn't look like they were afraid of yellow hair. Could it be that he thinks that he will definitely lose and break the jar, or is he completely sure that he can win? Most of them feel that Ye Cheng's mood at this time is that the latter is more likely.

But the referee was the yellow-haired man, he coughed twice, and cheekily opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I'm sorry guys, it was indeed me who accidentally bumped into him in the back just now." Now that the positions of these balls have been restored, as they are, let's get on with the game. ”

Huang Mao laughed shamelessly and playfully twice, in his eyes, as long as he can win, it doesn't matter what means he is. After vacating a gap, the rest was easier to play, so Huang Mao easily scored another goal. In the end, he scored five goals in these five strokes, which was far better than his usual performance, and even better than many people present, but the people around him were not surprised and admired. However, those who bet on the yellow hair to win, should still cheer. And in stark contrast to them were the people who won under Ye Cheng, and they all hung their heads one by one, looking at the group of people with disdain. However, it was obvious that he only dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, after all, Huang Mao was still Lin Yi's most important subordinate.

The situation was already like this, and they felt that it was almost impossible for Ye Cheng to have a chance to overtake him again. But in fact, Ye Cheng lost, and they wouldn't think that Ye Cheng couldn't beat Huang Mao. Facing an opponent who doesn't even want a face, it's really helpless. Compared with seeing Ye Cheng lose, more people want to see yellow hair and dog tongue kisses.

"I restrained my strength a little bit, and I didn't fully play my level, it's up to you next. Huang Mao was not only shameless, but also did not forget to mock Ye Cheng when he was on the scene.

Ye Cheng smiled lightly and did not respond to Huang Mao's words. He got up from his chair and went to the table, taking a closer look at where each ball was. Now on the table, there are 11 balls left. Two of the half-colored ones remained, and seven of his full-colored ones were left. The position of the seven balls is not very ideal, some are tightly attached to the corners, and some are even close together. After everyone saw it, they all thought that Ye Cheng could score two or three within these five strokes, which was already good.

It's a pity that they don't know that this young man standing in front of them, in terms of billiards, no one in the whole of Australia can beat him. At this time, Ye Cheng was staring at the table for so long, not because he didn't know how to start. Instead, he's figuring out how to clear all the balls with a single shot.

"What's the matter? Is it cowardice? Then you should quickly admit defeat. Now admit defeat, and I'll let you go, and you won't have to kiss that dog again. Huang Mao teased Ye Cheng in a playful tone on the side. He already foresaw that he would make a lot of money and watch a good show.

Just when the referee was about to urge Ye Cheng to start playing the first ball as soon as possible, Ye Cheng raised the fist of his right hand, stretched out an index finger, raised it slightly at a right angle, and coldly squeezed out three words: "One shot clear." ”

When Huang Mao heard Ye Cheng's words, his smile instantly filled his chest. Others also felt that Ye Cheng was just a quick tongue before losing.

But before Huang Mao could laugh, Ye Cheng bent down and hit the first shot. The white ball hit a panchromatic ball in the upper left corner neatly, and with a crisp collision sound, the panchromatic ball fell into the belt without mishaps.

Huang Mao's laughter stopped abruptly, and his expressions were the same as those of others, full of shock, scoring a goal, it is indeed not too surprising, but the angle of Ye Cheng's goal is too tricky. It is impossible for ordinary people to play at this level, because there are two other balls blocking between the white ball and this panchromatic ball, and the white ball hit by Ye Cheng is precisely tangential to these two balls, and it happens not to touch these two balls, any part.

When everyone else was admiring, Huang Mao kept telling others that it was just Ye Cheng's shit luck.

But just as he finished saying this, Ye Cheng scored another goal right after. He barely had any time to aim this time, and as soon as the ball went in, he switched positions and hit the white ball. Another wave of exclamations overshadowed Huang Mao's anger.

"What shit luck, shit. You're going to get into these two, and you're in the sky. Huang Mao angrily pointed at Ye Cheng and scolded, he wanted to affect Ye Cheng's performance by interfering.

It's a pity that Ye Cheng was not affected at all, every step, every force was accurately calculated by him. He was in reincarnation, but he practiced with two bricks hanging on the tail of the billiard cue, and this operation was nothing more than a little operation for him. Ye Cheng turned around and hit a backhand, and it was another beautiful goal.

The people who bet that Ye Cheng would win just now were still depressed, but at this time they were already boiling, and Ye Cheng's incredible balls rekindled their hope of winning.

"This ...... How is this possible? Hell, right?" Yellowhair's eyes widened, and his fingers trembled as he pointed at the white ball.

Ye Cheng gently picked Huang Mao's hand away with a billiard cue stick, and then hit the white ball with one hand. It seemed to be a random blow, but it hit his pre-agreed target very accurately.

"Damn, awesome, I'm in again. And that's just the first shot. He scored four goals in a row. Even those who supported the yellow hair couldn't help but shout in amazement.

Huang Mao glared at the man, his lips trembling with anger.