Lin Tian practiced until the early hours of the morning every day before going to bed.

It's just that Uncle Ma, the coach and teacher, has a fragmented time, often not coming once for a few days, and as soon as he comes, he seems to be about to leave.

I heard Su Mengyu euphemistically mention that Uncle Ma has been busy enough recently. Being able to take time out of his busy schedule to accompany Lin Tian to practice last time is already a grace from heaven.

Generally speaking, it was Leah who came to accompany him to practice. Leah plays the ball well, but to say that she can be a coach is to put a high hat on her head.

Once or twice, it was Su Mengyu who came to spar in person. However, Su Mengyu has a great temper, and when he is unhappy for a while, he often puts his face on Lin Tian to see.

For example, once, when the pole in the corner of the wall fell, she was so angry that she didn't eat supper all night, and she tossed a Lin Tian to the point that she couldn't do it.

A week is coming to an end.

On Thursday night, Lin Tian stopped practicing. As the saying goes: grinding the gun in the battle is not good for the light. His theory is just the opposite, to empty your brain.

He went to Xiaoqingcheng Mountain behind, not for anything else, just to relax and meet the next day's snooker opening match.

That night, he had a wonderful dream. In the dream, he actually followed the old man Hua Tuo, the miracle doctor, and went to treat the traitorous male Cao Cao.

The head wind of the traitorous male is famous in history. Under the guidance of the old gentleman, he was bold and careful, and he moved the needle like a god, as if he had entered the realm.

The old gentleman also praised his stitching: "This kind of perfect needlework, if it is placed elsewhere, then it will wear Yang in a hundred steps!" ”

This compliment made him very embarrassed. After waking up from the dream, he still remembered it for a long time.

After dawn, he was still reminiscing when he went to school. In the afternoon, it was the appointed time.

Zhu Xiaobo had done a lot of preparations in advance. One of the most important is that Zhu Fu personally came forward and found Zheng Deli, the world's champion of Jinghai City.

Let's teach Lin Tian a good lesson.

It is said that Zheng Deli once participated in the snooker hot summer championship and achieved good results.

If it weren't for the fact that he had too many girlfriends, and he always didn't pull the East and the West to pull him back, Zheng Deli would have turned into a professional snooker player a long time ago.

Even so, in various non-competitive exhibition matches, Zheng Deli was in the limelight in the snooker world, and no one dared to match it in Jinghai for a while.

On Friday afternoon, Lin Tian, Su Mengyuliya and others came to Jinghai University as promised. The auditorium was already crowded and full.

Looking closely, the crowd was divided into two large piles: vermilion powder, and poured vermilion powder.

Zhu Xiaobo came to the stage as usual and talked a lot of nonsense. However, whether it is vermilion powder or poured vermilion powder, everyone's enthusiasm has long been higher than wave, and they don't care about these at all.

“…… Next, we are invited to Jinghai City's billiards king, Zheng Deli to play! ”

Lin Tian didn't hear anything clearly, but he heard Zheng Deli's name clearly.

It is said that a few years ago, Zheng Deli also participated in the provincial snooker Grand Prix as the first seed player in Jinghai City.

After that, Uncle Ma didn't talk much. Su Mengyu Liya and the others are not the same era or circle as the football king at all, so they are even less important.

Zheng Deli appeared. His black shirt, golden horse clip, and crocodile skin club bag attracted the attention of many people as soon as he appeared.

The most exciting thing is not these, when Zheng Deli appeared, he also deliberately made a style of hair. The middle is long and erect in the shape of a cockscomb, shaved all around, and between the long and short hair, there are two Beckham-esque watersheds.

"Zheng Deli, Zheng Deli!" As soon as he appeared, under the leadership of Zhu Fu, the fans began to cheer.

It was as if he had once again been on the podium of the Grand Prix Championship.

It is unrealistic to say that Lin Tian is not apprehensive in his heart. After all, I've only practiced for a few days, and I'm not very satisfied.

Zhu Xiaobo's Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by. If he Lin Tian didn't go to fight a battle, it would really damage his prestige as Lin Da Manager.

"Next, please invite our Jinghai University Snooker Club, Manager Lin Tianlin, to make a shining debut!" As soon as this voice was shouted, the poured vermilion powder in the audience responded with a louder cheer!

"Manager Lin, Manager Lin!" This time, Liya's screams were added to the shouts.

Lin Tian's body was covered with a sky blue shirt, black trousers, and a black horse clip. On his shoulder, he also carries a Nordic crocodile leather club bag.

Behind the table, there are two stools in the distance. Behind the stool, there were one or two thousand spectators.

Su Mengyu glanced at Lin Tian and thought to herself: This is not bad. Even if he wears a dragon robe, he may not be a prince.

At least Lin Tian, who is in the wind in Yushu, also has the image of a real snooker player!

Su Mengyu, eldest wife, my husband is going to earn back face for you today. Lin Tian said in his heart.

Zhu Fu came to the stage again and talked about a lot of snooker rules. The audience listened attentively at first.

Listening, listening, began to boo.

"You leaders, it's time to start the real game!" There was a big fat man in the audience, who shouted loudly.

His image, in the snooker world, is famous: Fat Li, it just so happens that he is surnamed Li.

Zhu Xiaobo glanced at it, but didn't dare to say anything. He knew in his heart that if anything went wrong in this stall, it would make Zhu Xiaobo lose face and lose his prestige.

"Let's go, let's get started!" In order to shock the one or two thousand spectators at the scene, Zhu Xiaobo shouted hoarsely.

Zhu Fu was dressed in a formal suit, with a bow tie, and stood on the stage like a dog.

With a gesture, Zheng Deli walked over and politely shook Lin Tian's hand. After that, according to the rules, two people start to play the ball.

The ball is like this, two people, put the ball forward at the same distance. The target ball, after hitting the two libraries, the person closest to the library side of the tee ball is considered to win.

Regarding this, Uncle Ma really taught it before.

However, in the ball, Lin Tian was still slightly inferior. This is nothing, it just gave Zheng Deli a first move.

Zheng Deli kicked off and strictly followed the principle of the return of the four libraries. After he teed off, he triumphantly returned to his seat.

Fifteen red balls, just lightly spread out a little. After the white balls left, the red balls seemed to be afraid of the cold, and hugged them one after another.

This kind of kung fu is not practiced in a day or two. Zheng Deli has every reason to believe that Lin Tian is unlikely to score in the next step.

Indeed, judging from the current formation, it is already very good to be able to touch the target red ball.

Lin Tian walked to the red ball pile first and took a look, and the fifteen red balls had really returned to one place. Even so, it is no longer monolithic.

In the other direction of the red ball pile, a small opening was slightly opened.

There are two red balls, and there is a distance between them and the other red balls.

The distance is small, and it is not visible if you don't get close. Lin Tian returned to the tee area and aimed at it with a white ball. It's broken, he said in his heart.

Not to mention that the red ball has no angle to score, even between the red ball and the white ball, there is no straight line that can be connected.

What the hell is going to do with this?

Uncle Ma just mentioned it, saying that he could tie the pole and make an arc. However, there is such a thing as an arc, let alone playing, even when he was training, Lin Tian never figured it out.

Play other balls, then you have to defend again.

Defense has never been his Lin Tian's specialty. All he wants is, attack, attack, attack.

Lin Tian's motto, there is no offensive defense, it is always just defense, and it is never possible to win. For this, he still chose to attack.

"Ten seconds, fifteen seconds." Zhu Fu stood behind him, and used the same gaze as him to observe the situation on the table.

"Nineteen seconds."

Lin Tian's eyes narrowed. Soon, his line of sight passed through the white ball, the target ball, and directly reached the mouth of the bag.

Although there was no straight line, his heart still suddenly woke up and thought of a way.

There are many fallacies in the Heart Sutra of the Treasure Altar, but it is not good at all in quoting the words of the sages. In an instant, a bright light flashed.

Those four classics came to Lin Tian's mind again.

Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like a dream and like electricity, should be viewed as such.

Yes, this sentence is also very beneficial when placed on his acupuncture in Pingli. Thinking of this, Lin Tian took another step forward.

I put it on top of the ball.

Since all methods are like dream bubbles. Then, it is not impossible to draw a dotted line between the eyes and the ball bag!

He lifted the club.

Many viewers saw Lin Tian's composure and calmness for the first time. Lin Tian set up the scaffold and laid the club flat on the scaffold.

Zheng Deli's heart was slightly thrive. Don't look at him just sitting there and not moving, but his eyes are constantly watching the situation.

The snooker he did just now can be described as a classic among the classics. In his impression, let alone Lin Tian, even the top seed of snooker, Trump, may not be able to solve it.

Lin Tian held his breath and checked the situation through the direction of the club again.

Still no straight line. The curling ball, even if it hits, may not be able to score. This sentence, don't talk about Uncle Ma, even Liya and Su Mengyu have told him.

"Let's go, let's go!" The fans in the audience are already aggressive there.

"Let's go!" The fans are also impatient. No matter which camp the audience is, the favorite is also offense.

Since ancient times, defense has been a waste of things, but only offense has won the hearts of the people!

Lin Tian glanced at it again, but there was still no straight line. Suddenly, he became calm and calm.