Wang Zhuo wore a sportswear, although his hairstyle was not fancy, but it was in line with his temperament, carefully trimmed and refined, with a cigarette on the pinna of his right ear, his whole body exuded a cynical lazy atmosphere, coupled with his tall and straight figure, he also looked quite good, and when he stood by the table, he attracted the attention of some people.

It's just that he is holding a public club, and it is difficult to tell whether the sportswear is a genuine product or a high imitation, and his temperament is between a young man in society and a calm college student.

"How big is it?" An Qi carefully applied the gun powder and looked at Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo also looked at him with a provocative look: "Of course I've played a hundred, do you open it or do I open it?" ”

An Qi was suddenly aroused to be competitive, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she walked to the tee box without saying a word, leaned over, aimed, and exploded the ball all over the table with one shot.

Wang Zhuo secretly laughed in his heart, betting that before the game, the two sides should each pay their own gambling money to shoot together, and in the end the winner took it, and after eating him, An Qi threw the matter aside, which just saved him the embarrassment of not having enough cash.

The so-called eight-ball style of play, which is different from snooker and nine-ball system, is the most popular low-end rule in China. A team only needs to score seven global or flower balls, and then a black eight is considered a victory, for a total of eight goals, so it is simply called eight goals.

This rule is the least restrictive, and it is easier to decide the winner, and often the first shot of the opening game determines the final result of the whole game, so the opportunity surname is too strong to be used in international competitions.

An Qi's shot exploded fifteen flower balls arranged in a triangular style, and a table was placed in a staggered manner, this method of opening against the master is equivalent to giving away the victory, obviously she has contempt for Wang Zhuo's strength.

"Didn't you get in? That's my turn. Wang Zhuo calmly wiped the gun powder, passed by An Qi, and after standing still, he suddenly lowered his waist, and his left hand was casually on the table, and the club had been poked out!

"Smack!"

With a crisp impact sound, the yellow No. 1 ball fell into the bag, and the white ball threw out a short arc, fixed not far from the blue No. 2, forming a simple angle with the bottom bag.

The ball was played neatly, and immediately attracted the attention of some players around, only to see Wang Zhuo stand up and take a step forward, and then lower his body, stretch out his left hand to support the table, putt, the action was clean and neat, and the No. 2 ball also hit the bag straight!

An Qi's eyes obviously flashed with surprise, and just when she was so stunned, Wang Zhuo had already hit the third shot, and the purple number five squeezed out the two obstructive flower balls on the trajectory and slowly fell into the bag.

The people who finally watched the game next to him couldn't help but admire.

"I'll you, O'Sullivan?"

"The first two balls are nothing, this barb is so amazing that it is completely unexpected!"

"Why didn't he continue to play number three, it's a pity, it's a pity that it's called from one to eight."

"Where did this kid come out, who have you seen before?"

After playing the first three shots, Wang Zhuo glanced at An Qi, a smug smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and he took two more steps sideways and knocked off the No. 7 ball with one shot.

"Huh? I understand! A little fat man whispered excitedly to his companion: "No wonder he didn't hit No. 3 just now, it turned out that he was picking a ball to save his footsteps!" ”

This little fat man is not far from An Qi, although the voice is not high, but An Qi still heard it clearly, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and thought back to the four panchromatic balls that Wang Zhuo just shot down, it was really like the little fat man said, every time he moved a step or two, he directly bent down to pull the rod, and he didn't walk around the table at all!

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

When the remaining two panchromatic balls and the last black No. 8 fell into the pocket one after another, Wang Zhuo also happened to return to An Qi's side, he retracted the club that shot down the No. 8 ball, and with a wave of his right hand, it was ten centimeters in front of An Qi's chest.

"Beauty, I won."

A hundred-yuan bill slapped on his hand lightly and heavily, and An Qi's face was full of competitiveness: "Come again, it's your turn to tee off!" ”

Wang Zhuole put away the hundred-yuan bill, as if returning to the time when he was absent from school to gamble and make money in high school, he glanced at An Qi's cheeks that were a little red because of excitement, and felt that this woman who gave money was really cute.

The most important thing in the skill of winning money in gambling is not to expose your strength too much. You can't let your opponent know that you have three of a kind, and you can't let your opponent know that you can pick every game when you play billiards.

What's more, Wang Zhuo has been on the court for a long time and knows that there is nothing to be fished out of a coach like An Qi, and the performance is slightly better, and then he can make a smug stinky fart to attract richer opponents to bump into him.

In fact, he did the same, and after attracting enough attention with the first game, he began to play the game of casting a long line to catch a big fish, and although An Qi was playing with him very hard, he still won more and lost less, and became the bait he kept shaking on the hook.

From time to time, Wang Zhuo also made snooker for her once or twice, the so-called snooker is the meaning of hindrance and obstacle, Wang Zhuo deliberately created a difficult situation for her, so that she had to use a back rod, a gun, and even sometimes need to lie on the table and show Wang Zhuo a little spring in the neckline.

When she lost to 800 yuan, An Qi finally realized the real gap in strength, because she found that Wang Zhuo was actually divided into two parts when she played a certain time, and glanced at her ass!

Hei Ba was picked into the bag by Wang Zhuo again, An Qi handed over a hundred-yuan bill, and said with a wry smile: "If you don't fight, if you lose again, you will drink the northwest wind next month." ”

Wang Zhuo smiled and put away the money, and a young man next to him who had long been unhappy with him immediately walked over.

"Friend, how many games to play?" He looked Wang Zhuo up and down provocatively, and asked arrogantly: "A thousand in a game, do you dare?" ”

Wang Zhuo glanced back at him, smiled at An Qi and asked, "Who is he, your friend?" ”

Before An Qi could speak, the young man had already taken a step forward and asked Wang Zhuo coldly, "Who do you care who I am, do you dare to come?" ”

"Yo?" Wang Zhuo sneered, looked at him with disdain, and sneered: "Is the ball black? We're really not afraid of this, just come. ”

The ball black is the meaning of the black club on the court, because the young man has a kind of posture that he wants to do if he doesn't agree with him, so Wang Zhuo used this word to sarcastically mock him, but of course the person who dares to sarcastically sarcastically mock the opponent's ball black will not be ambiguous, Wang Zhuo's words are-for-tat with him, and the momentum is not down.

The young man snorted and took out his wallet from his pocket, the thick pile of pink bills in it was very eye-catching, although Wang Zhuo was already worth tens of billions, he had an urge to win all the money back.

Many times, gamblers win not chips, but the excitement in the process of winning, and Wang Zhuo is already excited now!

The young man counted out a thousand yuan and slapped it on the table next to him, looking at Wang Zhuo with a provocative gaze, waiting for him to pay for it.

"Beauty," Wang Zhuo turned around and smiled at An Qi, and said, "Borrow me 200 and pay you back after the first game, how about it?" ”

An Qi was stunned, her mind spun quickly, and she asked with a smile: "You didn't bring any money with you when you came out?" Fought with me just now, is it a white wolf with empty gloves? ”

"Look at what you said," Wang Zhuo smiled unashamedly: "Don't we know each other, if I lose, it's a big deal to pay you back tomorrow, are you still afraid that I will run away?" ”

The young man on the side was almost half angry, what is the meaning of "I will pay you back after the first game", before the fight started, this thing has already claimed to be a winner, and you have to be kind!

"Count me in as a shareholder." An Qi took out two hundred yuan and handed it to Wang Zhuo, and said with a smile: "If you lose, you don't have to pay it back, if you win, even the principal and interest will be mine." ”

Wang Zhuo pointed at her with satisfaction, pressed the thousand pieces on top of the young man's thousand, pursed his lips and blew his eyebrows.

The young man stared at An Qi with annoyed, depressed, and resentful eyes for a few seconds, and then withdrew his gaze and met Wang Zhuo: "Do you kick off, or do I come?" ”

Wang Zhuo had already seen through his surname, and from his expression, he could even analyze that he was pursuing An Qi, and said with a faint smile: "I'll come first." ”

No matter what style of play, the side that kicks off is at a loss, and the eight balls are naturally no exception, Wang Zhuo took the initiative to kick off the ball in the hands of the young man, and he agreed with a hum.

This shot, Wang Zhuo is no longer as casual as just now, and finally a little more serious, because this shot at the beginning is directly related to the final victory, if one misses, the only 800 yuan of gambling money is lost, not to mention, even An Qi's 200 yuan is also tied up.

Money, it's not a problem, it's a problem that you can't afford to lose people!

"Smack!"

The white ball seemed to draw a little arc, hitting the triangular pendulum ball area, the fifteen color balls exploded to a small extent, and the fifteenth flower ball in the most corner rolled out as if enchanted, and gently hit the mouth of the tail bag twice, and slowly fell into the bag.

There was a cheer all around, and the young man's face was blue and white, and he scolded shit in a low voice.

"Hit the shit and got lucky." Wang Zhuo smiled and raised his eyebrows at the young man and asked, "I'm a priest, what do you call me?" ”

"Yanghe Daqu." The young man replied angrily.

"His name is Liu Yanghe, and he and I are high school classmates." An Qi introduced to Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo sighed, glanced at the situation on the table, raised his hand, knocked out a flower ball, and at the same time blew up the other balls gathered together.

When he knocked down another flower ball, everyone had already seen that the game had been decided, and if nothing else, Liu Yanghe didn't even need to wipe the gunpowder, so he could admit defeat.

Sure enough, as expected, Wang Zhuo cleaned up all the eight balls neatly, and after the end, he walked to the table generously, picked up 1,000 yuan, gave An Qi 200, and put the remaining 800 in his pocket.

Liu Yanghe snorted angrily and counted out a thousand yuan and threw it on the table, what made him particularly unhappy was that An Qi actually accepted the 200 yuan and continued to participate in 200 shares, obviously more optimistic about the "priest"!

(To be continued)