Send a red envelope to heaven

Chapter 359
Boss Gong quickly cleaned up the place. All the players who were playing stopped and gathered around the billiard table in the middle, but they didn't dare to get too close.

Watching the world's No. [-] snooker master play at such a close distance is something that can only be met but not sought after.

What the hell do you need a bicycle for? Hurry up and worship the Great God up close.

Soon, Boss Gong quickly sorted out a standard billiard case, and a large area was vacated next to it, which was convenient for two players to play.

Everything is in accordance with international standards, including snooker balls and clubs. After all, this is currently the number one snooker master in the world, so he must not be neglected.

"How about it, Master Mo is still used to it?"

Boss Gong handed over the best cue, which he specially ordered from a partner of the Snooker Association, and it definitely meets the standards of the competition level.

It's really disgusting to see the flattery of the boss, sticking to Mo Zhuangbi's back, like a follower.

"Well, it's not bad, that's it."

Mo Zhuangbi was also in a good mood holding the new billiard cue handed over by Boss Gong, this Boss Gong still knows how to do things.

Cheng Sheng saw that the boss of the palace only cared about Mo Zhuangbi, so he also laughed, casually took an ordinary cue from his roommate Sun Kun, and said impatiently: "I said, are you guys all right?"

Mo Zhuangbi immediately frowned, "Damn it, you kid saw my warm-up just now, and you dared to speak nonsense."

Okay, if you want to court death, I will help you.

"Hmph, what do you know? As the world's top snooker player, I must adjust my physical condition to the best. An amateur player like you can only be beaten by me."

Mo Zhuangbi was crazy to the extreme. He continued to aim and hold the stick with a look of disdain. He was so professional. It made people stunned.

To this, Cheng Sheng just wanted to say one thing, flick, keep flicking.

Nima is such a good name, don't pretend to be better than you, you will die, just play a ball, tell me that you are professional or not, you are crazy.

It's no wonder that the snooker master on one side is doing warm-up exercises in a serious way, while on the other hand, he even learned how to grasp the club.

"So, like this, oh, is it simple?"

"No, no, your grip on the pole is wrong, resting your fingers, Emma, ​​can you do it?"

On the other side, roommate Sun Kun is still teaching students how to hold a pole.

"Hehe, interesting boy." Mo Zhuangbi laughed, thinking how powerful it was, but it turned out to be a colored pen.

After finally learning how to hold the pole, Cheng Sheng came to the front of the stage unhurriedly. The people on the ground looked down on Cheng Sheng completely.

"I don't even know how to hold a stick, and I can't even play."

"Hehe, there are really bad pens every year, especially this year."

Cheng Sheng rolled his eyelids, and treated the people in the audience as sarcasm, as if they were farting.

"Boy, you go first."

Mo Zhuangbi snorted coldly, raised his cue and tapped the penalty table, his eyes almost went up to the sky, as if looking at people with his nostrils.

"Hehe, okay, it's my first time playing, let's try it first."

Cheng Sheng stood in front of the stage very unprofessionally, and the colored and red balls from snooker were already placed on the table.

Everyone in the audience was nervous for a while, how would this kid tee off, would he hit the hole with one shot?

Just when everyone was expecting, Cheng Sheng frowned, and poked his arm forward with the pole. Under this non-standard posture, only a "clang" sound was heard.

The next moment, a dumbfounding thing happened. I saw the red ball that was originally placed on the table. Not only did Cheng Sheng not make a hole with this shot, but because of the wrong hitting point and posture, the red ball on the table They were all smashed to the ground by the impact.

"Dangdangdang."

The sound of billiard balls falling came, and the audience was silent, followed by roars of laughter.

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, this kid really can't do it at all."

"Yeah, I don't even know how to drive the ball. I, oops, I'm out of breath. It's the first time I saw a kick-off, driving all the balls to the ground."

The corner of Cheng Sheng's mouth twitched, "Damn it, I really haven't played Brother Sheng, it's the first time I played, it's justifiable, it's justifiable.

Under the helpless eyes of his roommate, Cheng Sheng sat back in his seat. The kick that broke the ball was completely nonsense.

"Haha, boy, I am really, you are really ashamed of snooker, okay, you don't have to start, let me do it, let me remind you, you may have to sit there all the time, and you won't have a chance to touch the cue .”

Mo Zhuangbi kept a cold face, Cheng Sheng made a mistake, so it was his turn to kick off, but he would not give him a chance.

"clatter."

It was a perfect tee shot, and the shot was wide open, and a red ball was pocketed, and everyone on the field cheered.

"Master Mo is awesome."

"One shot, this cliff is a one shot."

In snooker, there is one red ball and one colored ball. Only when all the red balls are pocketed can the colored ball be played. In the end, it depends on who has the highest score.

It can be said that as long as Mo Zhuangbi touches the club more than twice, Cheng Sheng will surely lose. This is not a level match at all.

The audience on the field all know it well.

Sure enough, Master Mo's shot technique is simply superb. He hits the blue ball in the bag and sinks to the bottom, and then hits the red ball after returning the ball. No matter it is any tricky angle, this Master Mo is like a computer, calculating the most perfect route. Really scary.

This is the number one master in the world, no amateur can compare to it.

"Gudong."

With one shot after another, the sound of swallowing saliva on the field is endless. It has only been 15 minutes, and Master Mo has confiscated one-third of the ball on the field. If it continues like this, Cheng Sheng's odds of winning are too small.

"This technique can be called a stroke of genius, alas, this position is not good, Master Mo?"

It can be seen that a small mistake, Mo Zhuangbi's carelessness, made it thinner, but it doesn't affect it, it's just that the angle is too bad, as long as the strength is not well grasped, it will be over.

"call."

Mo Zhuangbi let out a sigh of relief. Most of the balls on the field were hit by himself, and the points were getting more and more. Even if he made a mistake this time, it didn't matter.

"Chong."

Sure enough, Mo Zhuangbi gave a nudge, instead of pushing the pocket, he hit the ball in the most embarrassing place, and was caught between two balls, completely sealing the front and back.

"Boy, it's your turn."

"hiss."

"This position, damn it, this kid has no choice but to defend."

"Sandwiched between two balls, I can't hit it no matter what, putt to defend."

The people on the field also admired it one after another, and Mo Zhuangbi was also amused. This shot that was supposed to be an attack did not make a hole. Instead, it pushed the red ball to a dead corner and was caught between two colored balls. Let's see how you play .

In this case, no matter how you swing, the red ball will be buffered when it hits the colored ball, and you will not be able to pocket it at all. Moreover, you have to worry about the white ball hitting the colored ball, which is really painful.

All in all, it's pretty tough.

For a while, Mo Zhuangbi was also in a good mood, damn, I'm sure I'll win.

Cheng Sheng guessed that he could only defend, but something happened that surprised everyone. Cheng Sheng directly started aiming at the line. Was he preparing to attack, forcing the ball into the pocket?

Hiss, this is totally impossible, once it fails, the position of the red ball must be changed, so that Mo Zhuangbi can easily take all the rest with one shot.

This is a gamble, Cheng Sheng's gamble.

Cheng Sheng glanced at the route, listened to the doubts of the people around him, and smiled, a bunch of scum, I will show you what a master is.

Then, a faint voice came over.

"Little spicy chicken, Brother Sheng taught you what a comeback is. From this angle, I attack and then close!"

The arrogant words echoed here, without stopping for a long time, everyone was stunned.

The next moment, Cheng Sheng suddenly moved!

(End of this chapter)