In fact, this is a basic skill exercise, and it has nothing to do with snooker, nine balls, or eight balls.

is training accuracy.

But out of fifty goals, only three goals could be conceded. Among those present, including Li Qingyan, no one dared to guarantee that he could do it by himself. In fact, when Lin Yiyang said this, he still felt old. As a teenager, he could not concede a goal, but unfortunately... the snooker table is still too unfamiliar to him. He has played on a small table with nine goals all the year round. He dared not say that he switched to Snooker himself. Gram's big table can not drop the ball.

Li Qingyan once again searched his memory for what character this was, but came to no conclusion.

"He's an insider." Li Qingyan walked behind the glass and said.

Nitro nodded.

Since Lin Yiyang said "don't play snooker", everyone has guessed that he is not only an amateur, but he can only be the same kind of people who can be so calm in the face of a bunch of masters. After examining the nine-ball table for a few seconds from Lin Yiyang, and rejecting it again, Glass was even more certain that this person must have a bottom line in his heart and a life in his hands.

Glass picked up the red ball and placed it in the middle. This was an easy position.

It's a simple start to each other.

Lin Yiyang admired Meng Xiaodong's leadership from the bottom of his heart. Even if he wanted to give himself a slap in the face, the first ball was very polite. He puts the white ball on the tee line and hits the pocket.

with no doubt.

"Second one." Lin Yiyang closed, pointing to the table and letting them continue to set it.

In the next ten minutes, the red ball was placed in various positions, becoming more and more tricky.

Lin Yiyang didn't even slow down once. That's just how he is. The more he feels, the better he will play.

As soon as the red ball was placed, the white ball slammed into it like a fly, and all of it was put into the pocket.

For the first 20, the glass was placed more conventionally, and all of them were bagged.

At thirty, the glass began to swing to the tricky position, and all were bagged.

To forty, still not one conceded.

...

The young people on the field were too engaged, and the thirteen- and fourteen-year-olds were sweating on their nervous palms, staring at forty-odd snooker red balls flying all over the table. Such accuracy is beyond the reach of these teenagers.

Forty-ninth.

Glass had just picked up a red ball when Li Qingyan, who had been watching silently, picked it up.

Li Qingyan looked at him: "Is there a problem with the designated pocket?"

Lin Yiyang didn't care: "Whatever."

Li Qingyan placed three balls: 1 white ball, 1 red ball, and 1 black ball.

It's like a restoration of a game clip.

"This is what you won?" Lin Yiyang asked.

"No," Li Qingyan said, "the ball lost at the Welsh Open, three days ago."

Lin Yiyang took two steps around the table and asked again, "Which bag were you going to put in at that time?"

"Middle bag." Unfortunately, it failed.

Lin Yiyang nodded and made a judgment in the second he leaned over. With the club in his left hand, he slowly aimed and shot.

With a soft click, the white ball hit the red ball.

Everyone present thought that Lin Yiyang's shot would hit the red ball to the middle pocket, but the red ball actually flew to the bottom pocket.

Unexpected blow, extremely difficult angle.

However, the ball went in.

After the red ball was pocketed, Lin Yiyang also pocketed the black ball.

Li Qingyan stared at the table, and after a moment of thinking, he took the lead in applauding.

At that time, Li Qingyan also thought about this plan on the field, but it was too risky. He chose the more conservative middle bag route, but unfortunately he made a mistake. Unexpectedly, in this hotel in New York a few days later, the man in front of him solved the situation perfectly.

Plus the last black ball, a full 50 balls, all pocketed.

Not a single mistake.

These teenagers in Beicheng were convinced and convinced, and they all responded with applause. No matter what project this man is from, his accuracy is undoubtedly the highest level, professional level.

What is his identity, background and competition experience? Where did he come from?

Too many questions fill everyone's mind.

No one spoke, even Li Qingyan didn't know how to ask.

In this eerie silence, no one moved.

Time seems to stand still.

It wasn't until Lin Yiyang handed the club back to Glass that he broke the solidified space.

Yin Guo and a middle-aged man in a gray suit walked through the crowd at the same time. In fact, Yin Guo had been behind the crowd and watched the last few balls with his coach, but he didn't make a sound.

She had seen him play, and she was not surprised at his accuracy. The betting in Flushing was much more exciting than today.

Coach Chen walked to the table, patted the glass on the shoulder, then picked up a red ball regretfully, and said to Lin Yiyang kindly, "I came out late, I didn't have a chance to join in the fun."

When he first came out, he was still worried, for fear that Lin Yiyang would affect the pre-match mood of these children.

By the way, as a coach who has been with Yin Guo for several years, he silently gave this kid the first evaluation in his heart - arrogance, backbone, and demeanor.

"This is my coach, surnamed Chen." Yin Guo introduced him.

"Hello, Coach Chen" Lin Yiyang stretched out his right hand, "I'm Lin Yiyang."

Coach Chen handed the ball to Yin Guo, held Lin Yiyang's right hand, and introduced himself: "Chen Fang."

After shaking hands, Coach Chen introduced to the crowd, "I heard about this one before I came here. Lin Yiyang was a generation player with your sixth brother."

Li Qingyan looked at Lin Yiyang's face carefully again. He was not a talented player himself. He entered the industry late and played games late. It was impossible to understand all the players of Meng Xiaodong's entry stage. After the big waves washed the sand, there are not many people left in Meng Xiaodong's generation. They are the backbone of the current industry, such as Jiang Yang.

So for that generation, it represents two words - senior.

And Li Qingyan, as the leader of the new generation, must make a cleanup for today's scene. He walked up to Lin Yiyang and took the initiative to shake hands: "It's a pleasure to meet."

Lin Yiyang didn't speak, and after shaking hands with him, he quickly let go.

"Aren't you going to catch a train?" Yin Guo gave Lin Yiyang a wink.

Lin Yiyang looked at Yin Guo's nervous little eyes and thought it was very cute: "Yes, it's time to go."

"I'll take you off," Yin Guo said immediately, and explained to Coach Chen, "The subway station is very close, I'll be right back."

"Go." Coach Chen agreed with a smile.

When the two of them went out, Coach Chen smiled and asked Nizi: "I'm used to being arrogant, did you fall?"

Nizi snorted haha: "Isn't this a joke?"

"People are also playing with you, can't you see?" Coach Chen said directly, "He is someone who even cut your sixth brother. If it wasn't for the fact that you were all in pre-match condition, you would have come early."

The two were in the elevator, opened the door several times, and all got off the second floor.

Yin Guo waited for the floor to show, it was still the first floor, and he was about to leave. Today is all about watching the flowers and being watched, and hurriedly packing up to come here, it seems that most of the day was wasted in vain.

"It's going to be dark again when you get to DC," she said.

"Yes." Lin Yiyang put her trouser pocket in her pocket and looked at her in the elevator mirror.

Arrived on the 1st floor, the elevator door opened.

Lin Yiyang didn't move.

She quickly pressed the button to open the door: "It's here."

The check-in passengers who were waiting outside the door entered one after another, dragged in several large boxes, and separated the two.

Someone took out the door card and swiped the floor.

"If you don't go out, the elevator will go up," she urged, looking at him across a Middle Eastern man.

Two more people came in, swiped the card, and selected the floor.

Yin Guo was embarrassed to hold down the elevator again. She felt that someone was already staring at her dissatisfiedly.

A second of silence.

"What floor do you live in?" Lin Yiyang asked.

"……6th floor."

He nodded: "I'll take you up."

Don't you want to send him out?

Yin Guo released his finger, and after the elevator went up, he thought of finding the door card, swiped on the black sensing area under the four-row floor button, and pressed 6.

The two were the first guests to get out of the elevator, and there were only two customer service staff in the corridor.

After Yin Guo checked in, she came up to put the box once, and after confirming the room number on the key card, she pointed to the left. The two bypassed a silver customer service van and passed by stacks of neatly stacked white bath towels.

She walked on the front foot, he followed.

At the door, when entering, the waiter pushed the customer service car and walked over.

Yin Guo almost tripped over the box he had left in the door, but Lin Yiyang saw it first and pushed the box inside. She wanted to insert the door card, but Lin Yiyang pressed her hand against the wall.

"Share with someone?" he whispered, closing the door with his feet.

With a click, the door lock was hung.

Yin Guo's whole body's blood was rushing upwards. She turned around and pressed her back against the wall: "Well, there is another child, a girl."

What am I talking about, who will come to the competition to share with the men, of course the women.

Lin Yiyang's right hand was on her waist, his left arm was pressed against the wall above her head, and he lowered his head, wanting to kiss her.

"In case anyone comes back—"

"Let's go in five minutes," he had dragged on until he could no longer. "It's not a coincidence."

The breath he exhaled was on her forehead... Her heart seemed to lose its strength to beat, and so did the human, the breath stopped there until her lips touched his. Unlike last night, this time she has experience in kissing, but it is also the same as last night, the experience is still extremely lacking.

Lin Yiyang's tongue swept over her teeth, and Yin Guoren's legs went weak immediately.

Fortunately, there was a wall supporting him, and he was holding him. His posture of bowing his head was not very comfortable, so he changed his direction and bowed his head again. Yin Guo's lower lip hurt slightly, and she said "um" in a low voice. The man in front of her ate with her lower lip for a while, and finally started serious business.

Yin Guo seemed to be able to see every movement, how he tilted his head and mingled with the tip of his tongue.

It's as if the brain is blind again, and he can't think at all. He just leans against the wall and does this kind of intimate thing. She had no way of judging how long five minutes were. In the end, the tip of her tongue was numb, and her lower lip was swollen from the bite.

It's very itchy, even biting it doesn't help, and it's even more itchy.

Yin Guo panted hard, the scene in front of her was a little shaky, suddenly big and small.

A man, from the end of January to the end of March, has known each other for two months.

But the two just meet in a hurry every weekend, how did they get together? Her logic was all disconnected, she just had a simple idea of ​​wanting to be with him, like this. It seems a little scared again, what if he is a scumbag...

He said he was chasing him, but what if he actually had a girlfriend? Or step on multiple boats.

I have never even been to his school, except for friends who have made statements in the industry here in New York, except for my cousin who knows him, it seems that Lin Yiyang has many unknown areas to her.

"Like the same," he whispered in her ear with his face to hers, "come back at the weekend."

"Yeah." She agreed, wandering in her own guesses.

He laughed.

"Besides 'um', can you say two more words, goodbye is next week again," he said.

She blushed at his smile: "We can send a message."

Yes, it is possible.

But can't touch it, can't touch it, can't even pull a hand.

Every time, every week, Lin Yiyang sees Yin Guo and feels that it is new, like the first day he met. This is the charming part of long-distance love, but it is also torturous. For the next four or five days, he was sure that the kiss just now could be recalled many times over.

"When I was in junior high school, I often skipped classes. I stayed in the billiard hall, smoked in the playground, and slept in the bathroom. I wasted a lot of time," he said with emotion.

In the past two days, Yin Guo has made him miss his past self more than once, good and bad, with intense emotions, bloody, and even a person who has the urge to make mistakes from time to time.

"I'm not leaving this week," Yin Guo said. "It won't be until the beginning of April."

Yin Guo originally intended to tell him that she was still there in March, but when she finished speaking, she realized that this sentence seemed to remind the two of them: Soon, the game in early April is over, and she will return to China.

Both of them were quiet, Yin Guo saw his Adam's apple slip slightly.

She couldn't guess what he wanted to say.

"Wait when I get back, Thursday night," she heard him say.

Yin Guo nodded.

Lin Yiyang didn't let her go downstairs, touched her hair at the door, and closed the door for her and left. This hotel has already accommodated many players who participated in the open competition. Lin Yiyang took the elevator downstairs and met several.

The elevator door opened, and there happened to be a familiar face. It was Berry, a friend of Yin Guo who had met at the Flushing Ballroom. Berry was very pleasantly surprised to see him, but Lin Yiyang was in a hurry to leave, so the two quickly changed their contact information and agreed to contact each other when Lin Yiyang returned to New York next week.

The subway platform was full of people, windy, noisy, and rumbling from the subway, like rusted metal shelves that were about to fall apart. Lin Yiyang was on the platform and wanted to take out his mobile phone to send her something, but finally gave up.

When he got into the car, before he could think of what to say, Yin Guo first sent a voice.

Click it and listen: "Well, wait for me to think about it, how can I ask you," coughed twice, as if hesitating, "You... tell me the truth, do you have any other girlfriends? In Washington?"

...

Yin Guo was in the hotel room, and after sending that speech, he started to restless.

No reply for a long time.

It's not that long, only five minutes, but five minutes is too long for this kind of problem. She did a lot of things in these five minutes, unpacking, looking for clothes, washing her face... but she didn't care.

The heart is all in the mobile phone and WeChat.

When she was drying her face, WeChat suddenly vibrated.

Yin Guo hurriedly opened it, nervously looking at the final grades.

Lin: What are you thinking?

A short, Lin Yiyang-style answer, she could imagine the tone of his speech and the funny look in his eyes.

Immediately after, Lin Yiyang sent four messages, but changed to a more cautious tone.

Lin: Just in the subway, no signal.

Lin: Trust me.

Lin: I am serious about you, very serious.

Lin: Trust me.

The soft white towel was in her hand, and she clenched a small pimple.

Soon received another sentence, which was still repeated and cautious.

Lin: Trust me.