Chapter Twenty-Eight: Just Keeping You Unable to Hit the Ball
There is a big difference between American billiards and snooker billiards, snooker billiards is a total of fifteen red balls, six colored balls, and after scoring a red ball, you have to play another colored ball, so that you can hit it continuously, but American billiards is a total of fifteen balls, one to seven are full colors, nine to fifteen are suit balls, and there is also a black eight ball, two people play different balls, and then whoever finishes their seven balls first, and then scores the black eight balls to win.
American billiards is actually the most popular in China, and there are not many snooker players.
"Horn!"
Zhao Dong kicked off, this shot was not fancy, and the force was very great, the white cue ball hit the ball pile directly, and the ball pile suddenly exploded and scattered in all directions.
As soon as Zhao Dong blew the ball away, the red-haired boy grinned and said: "This Zhao Dong is really a dish, if this is playing with others and kicking off like this, but playing with Zhenzhong and blowing the ball so scattered, isn't it waiting to lose." ”
The yellow hair looked at the ball that was still rolling on the table, and said, "Yes, this ball is very good, I have no problem with a shot clear." ”
Hongmao said to Zhao Dong again: "I said Zhao Dong, you don't look stupid when you kid don't look stupid, why did you look stupid today." ”
"Ha ......" The people in the billiard hall suddenly laughed again, Zhao Dong is indeed more amateur than amateur this time.
Su Zhenzhong was also proud at this time, the table was so scattered, it was really a good opportunity for him, and now he was waiting for the white ball to stop, he could show his skills and win this game first.
However, it may be that Zhao Dong's tee shot was too strong, and the other balls had stopped, but the white cue ball was still rolling, and it rolled towards the black No. 8 ball that was parked in the bottom hole.
"Horn"
There was another soft sound, and the cue ball collided lightly with the number eight ball, and then stopped, but everyone was stunned for a moment, and rushed to the table to see the position between the cue ball and the black ball.
Su Zhenzhong separated everyone and looked at it carefully, frowning Lao Gao, the position where the cue ball stopped was really depressing, it happened to stop next to the black ball, next to the black ball, next to the black ball, but it stopped at the mouth of the bag, the front is the black ball, the back is the mouth of the bag, and the black ball just seals the position where the cue ball hits any ball.
According to the rules, at this time, as long as you don't touch the black ball first, it is not a foul to touch any ball, and if you touch the black ball No. 8 first, then you have to stop a shot, Zhao Dong has to hit twice in a row, and now if you don't touch the black ball, you can only hit the cue ball into the bag, which is still the same penalty stroke.
"Damn, this is too back."
"I can't hit a ball, what kind of ball is this."
Everyone was talking, all of them were at a loss, looking at the good balls on the table, Su Zhenzhong didn't know where to start, not only Su Zhenzhong was depressed, but the people watching were all depressed to death.
Shaking his head, Su Zhenzhong pursed his lips and said, "Zhao Dong, your kid's luck is good." Then with a casual shot, he hit the black eight-way ball into the ball pile, and the next two shots were played by Zhao Dong, if Zhao Dong scored two goals, then he would directly hit the black ball, he couldn't give Zhao Dong this chance.
"Luck, luck!" Zhao Dong smiled, then chose a No. 6 ball at the mouth of the bag and hit it, waved his hand, and said, "Pick the ball." ”
Su Zhenzhong picked out five small panchromatic balls on the table, leaving only one No. 3 ball, but the No. 3 ball was behind the black ball, and there were two suited balls between the cue ball and the black ball blocking the route.
Zhao Dong touched his chin, frowned and said, "You are too clever to choose, I can't even fight." ”
Su Zhenzhong's face was a little ugly, it seemed that he was not generous enough, but at this time, he had already made a penalty, if he was generous, Zhao Dong hit the ball twice in a row, and the chance of winning would be too great.
The red hair glared at Zhao Dong and shouted: ", let five balls, always let people pick the balls, do you know the rules, play happily!" ”
If it had been before, if the red hair had glared at Zhao Dong, Zhao Dong would definitely have been gray and didn't dare to squeak, but at this time, he rolled his eyes and said, "What's the hurry, I can't see how to fight?" "Then a hard shot is to hit the side of the table.
"Ha, Zhao Dong, you don't want to save this ball, do you?"
"That's right...... You should at least blow those two apart. ”
Everyone is very contemptuous of Zhao Dong's style of play, playing billiards is not incapable, but with a lot of strength, it is not easy to control the strength, and then they will not know where the cue ball is going.
The cue ball rushed back and forth on the side of the case, one bank, two banks, three banks, four banks, but it didn't touch the suit ball, and finally rolled towards the third ball, but when it was about to hit and did not hit the third ball, the cue ball stopped.
Everyone thought that Zhao Dong had taken shit luck again, but now it seems that it is still a little bit worse.
"Hah...... I thought you kid was lucky, but it's still a little bit worse. The red fur couldn't help but laugh.
The rest of the people also chuckled, but soon everyone found another problem, the position where the ball stopped, not to say that it was as outrageous as the previous shot so that Su Zhenzhong couldn't even hit the ball, but ...... The ball that can be hit is also a goal that can not be scored.
Su Zhenzhong couldn't help frowning, swept the table, and then had to conservatively play a sticky ball on the side of the case.
Both of them are penalty strokes, and Zhao Dong should play, Zhao Dong has no chance, and it looks like a big blind rod, first hit the No. 3 ball, and then the ball on the entire table is a mess.
It's strange to say that the cue ball bounced back and forth in the middle of the rambling ball, and the last stop position turned out to be so that Su Zhenzhong didn't even have a chance.
Su Zhenzhong was really depressed at this time, he had never played three shots, and he hadn't scored a single goal, but the position where the cue ball stopped was so weird, the goal that could be scored could not be reached, and the goal that could not be scored could be hit.
Next, the two of you come and go, Zhao Dong is a big shot, and on the seventh stroke, he finally put the No. 3 ball in, and among these seven strokes, although Xu Zhenzhong was not punished again, there is no shot that can make him play comfortably, and no shot can give him a line to get off the ball.
Su Zhenzhong is getting more and more depressed the more he fights, and the more he fights, the more angry he becomes, to say that Zhao Dong is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? But how can anyone do snooker and use a big mask, if it is true, then Zhao Dong is simply the world's top billiards master.
And everyone looked at the seven strokes in a row, Su Zhenzhong didn't have any gains, and he couldn't play a good game, and he was also depressed for him, but there was also another thought, that is, Zhao Dong's luck was too good...... How could there be a chance not to give Su Zhenzhong a chance after the big mask, there are some good balls on the edge of the empty bag, and Su Zhenzhong can't hit it at all.
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