Whirring - scattered red balls rolling irregularly on the table, like a group of round red-skinned mice anxiously looking for the mouse hole, da-da-......da- The tenth.

The remaining five red balls rolled significantly slower, like five little mice that had eaten rat poison, crawling away slowly, da-three more red balls fell into the bottom bag, and the last two stopped at the edge of the middle bag, and only need a light touch of the cue ball to enter the bag.

Thirteen red balls in one stroke...... This is a miracle that cannot occur in any snooker game, everyone stared at the table with wide eyes and stretched their necks, even Zhang Dashao was stunned, and stayed for about half a minute before he smiled: "My brother's biggest advantage is that he has great strength, heavy rod bombardment, and he is not working!" ”

Pan Yong smiled coldly, and said in a weird manner: "If you have a lot of strength, you can go to my old man's construction site to move bricks, it's a waste to play billiards." Pan Yong used to be a small contractor and led a group of barefoot brothers from the countryside to work hard in the coastal construction industry for ten years, earning a huge family business, known as a self-made model.

Zhang Dashao was not angry, looked at Pan Yong with an idiotic look, and sighed softly after a few seconds: "If you don't die, you won't die, dare to love that you were stupid by your old man when you were a child." ”

Syllable! The black seven is in the bag, followed by a red ball rubbing the edge into the bag, knocking out a colored ball at will, and finally a red ball into the bag, and then knocking out a colored ball...... In just five minutes, one shot cleared.

The score is low, but it doesn't leave any chance for the opponent, winning is winning, and it doesn't matter how many points you score.

Ye Feishun won the first set, put down the club and found a chair to sit down, Zhang Chuang didn't know where to get a wet towel and a bottle of cold mineral water.

"Here, wipe the sweat." Zhang Chuangxian handed the towel to Ye Fei's hand, the towel was cold, as if it had been soaked in ice water.

Ye Fei took the towel and wiped it on his face, stared at the table with a pair of eyes, and won the first set, and now it was Sullivan's turn to kick off, and secretly thought in his heart: If he can't hit the ball in the pocket with the first shot, he will have a chance to win the second set, even if he can clear the table with one shot, it doesn't matter, according to the rules, it is rotated to kick off, and he can win three sets first.

Sullivan put on a batting posture, glanced at Ye Fei, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and nodded slightly at him.

Out of politeness, Ye Fei also nodded and smiled, no matter what competitive competition, you must learn to respect your opponent, billiards is the most gentlemanly sport, no matter what, you have to behave.

Zhang Chuang smiled and brought an uncovered bottle of mineral water to Ye Fei's mouth, which looked like serving a heavyweight boxer.

Ye Fei didn't think much about it, opened his lips and drank water, but he didn't expect Sullivan next to the table to frown on his face, and there was a trace of displeasure on his face, which made Ye Fei puzzled, and secretly wondered in his heart, there is no rule that you are not allowed to drink water in billiards games, right? What's upset about you when I drink saliva? As a veteran of the billiards court, this is not good!

This qiē was seen by Zhang Chuang, and this guy raised his hand and gave Sullivan a middle finger to the sky, and shouted a sentence in English that most people understand: "Fake squid!" Sullivan's face turned green next to the table, and he took two breaths to barely calm the anger in his heart.

Zhang Dashao dragged a sentence of foreign text, and whispered in his mouth: "Yangmaozi is really fucking stingy, didn't my brother just get a bottle of water from your bucket?" As for the one who blows his beard and stares......"

Ye Fei finally understood the real reason why Sullivan nodded to him, and he dared to be affectionate because Zhang Dashao took a bottle of water from his bucket!

"Let's go!" The caddy raised his hand and pressed down to announce the start of the shot.

Syllable! Sullivan launched the first shot, and the cue ball hit the red ball, the force was far less than Ye Fei's speed, and there were only two red balls that spread out, one of which rolled into the bottom pocket.

A decent kick-off, even if you can't score, won't create a chance for your opponent, and if you score a red ball, it will become an exhibition match.

Sullivan is worthy of being a top player at the international level, both the angle and the cue ball are extremely accurate, if Ye Fei plays the ball like a reckless man rushing, then Sullivan playing the ball is like a clever woman embroidery, every stitch and thread has been calculated, so ingenious that it is amazing.

The numbers on the scoreboard kept flipping and increasing, breaking 50 in a single stroke, breaking 100 in a single stroke, and Sullivan could not see the slightest change in expression on his face, because only when hitting the ball he could adjust to a wonderful state that was not affected by any external objects, and he had no distractions.

One hundred and forty-seven points, the last black ball was sent into the bag, Sullivan hit a perfect score again, he won, won beautifully, won wonderful, compared to Ye Fei's swift and windy blowing, he played more ornamentally.

"It's amazing, but he's still lost, and he's followed an arrogant idiot." Zhang Chuang praised it from the bottom of his heart, and there was a faint regret in his words, if it wasn't for Pan Yong pretending to be thirteen and letting Ye Fei kick off first, the outcome of this game would be unpredictable.

Sullivan won the game with a perfect score, but there was no joy on his face, he turned around and walked to the chair and sat down with the club, reached out and took out a bottle of mineral water from the ice bucket, unscrewed the lid and drank it, and after a sip of water, he would pause for a few seconds and then swallow it, as if he was savoring some special taste in the water.

Ye Fei walked to the table with the club, pumped the club and pushed it forward, snap! The red balls were scattered, and only one red ball was in the pocket after about five seconds, which seemed unremarkable compared to the gorgeous result of 13 balls.

Syllable! The black ball was put into the bag, and then a red ball was eaten, Ye Fei stopped and waited, just waiting for the caddy to reset the black ball and immediately putt the rod, and the onlookers who repeated it several times gradually understood what he was going to do, and the young golfer who did not admit defeat was clearly aiming for one hundred and forty-seven points, and suddenly realized that people's interest instantly mentioned the apex, and began to concentrate on watching the strange player hit the ball.

Someone deliberately calculated the batting time of Sullivan and the young golfer, the Snooker Super League requires players to hit the ball within twenty-five seconds, Sullivan's average batting time is fifteen seconds, which is completely an experienced fastball player, but the average batting time of the young golfer is more than twice as early as him, reaching an amazing seven seconds, it can basically be said that he can go to the cue ball and putt and play, which can be called a super fastballer.

There is no need for the cue ball to move, and there is no need for accurate calculations, if a cue club is helped, it means where to play, and the young golfer is all relying on the quasi-head possessed by the gods to challenge the highest score of snooker, as the black ball enters the pocket again and again, most of the onlookers hold their breath, for fear that it will affect his play and miss a wonderful performance.