Chapter 19

Cheng Yan played billiards when he was very young.

At first, he and Zhao Yibai were crazy. In the fourth grade of elementary school, they hung out with the local junior high school students. Of course, Cheng Yan didn't feel like he was hanging out. At that time, his grades were still very good, but he just liked to play with the seniors. , He thought it was boring to be with his peers, except for Zhao Yibai, who couldn't find a few to play with, and those junior high school students were different. cool.

such as smoking.

Like drinking.

Like playing billiards.

These are prohibited items for the fourth-grade students, and no one around them is doing these things. Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai are considered to be relatively precocious among their peers.

The junior high school students drank, and Cheng Yan also followed. The junior high school students smoked, and Cheng Yan also knew how to light up. The junior high school students played billiards, and he wanted to try his hand. Unconsciously, he had been playing for many years.

When Cheng Yan touched billiards for the first time, he had a special research on the pole. He felt that using the pole to drive the ball into the hole was an unknown thing that he had never touched before. He was full of curiosity and devoted 100% enthusiasm. He took every billiard activity seriously, and gradually everyone discovered his interest, and often called him to come out to set up a game. Cheng Yan, who was still young, enjoyed billiards very much in the senior years.

Zhao Yibai turned into a supporting role.

Zhao Yibai is a little older than Cheng Yan, and one year higher than him. He stayed in the fifth grade and became classmates with Cheng Yan. He is also more knowledgeable and introduced Cheng Yan to his senior friends. The one who played was also his classmate at first, but this was Zhao Yibai's friend, and later he became Cheng Yan's best friend. Zhao Yibai told him about it more than once.

Sometimes everyone asks Cheng Yan to come out to play, but Zhao Yibai doesn't even notice it, which makes Zhao Yibai hold a grudge.

Said that he regretted introducing Cheng Yan to those unscrupulous people.

But Cheng Yan knew that Zhao Yibai was joking.

He has been playing for many years. Except for the former group, few know that Cheng Yan can play billiards, and he is an old player. Everyone only knows that Cheng Yan likes basketball, and he is very dedicated to basketball, but he is not exhausted. It's just people's will.

Not to mention other people, even Song Yu, who almost missed the skill point of Cheng Yan. still heard it from Zhao Yibai, otherwise Cheng Yan at that time would have fooled the matter with the size of sesame seeds.

"How many years have you been playing?" Jiang Heng stood in front of the stage, surrounded by a few people in the room just now, he raised his head and said to Cheng Yan next to him.

"Not a few years." Cheng Yan smiled and wiped the club head with gun powder.

"Don't be kidding, Song Yu asked you to fight me, I'm afraid there is something." Jiang Heng glanced at Song Yu, Song Yu stood watching, not intending to intervene in the conversation between the two, but just responded Jiang Heng with a smile.

Cheng Yan didn't want to lie either. He has been playing for many years, but he hasn't touched it for many years. Since he started playing basketball, the club has been put aside for dust accumulation.

Song Yu watched from the side, Cheng Yan quickly entered the state, Jiang Heng saw that he was ready and said, "You tee off first."

Cheng Yan nodded, without vetoing, leaning over to the table and giving a gentle blow.

Song Yu fiddled with his trouser pockets with both hands, looking seriously.

Cheng Yan's tee shot is gentle, but he arranges the density of the ball just right. In snooker, a gentle shot is more cunning than a violent shot. The obstacle course is arranged with one-handed level, and Jiang Heng follows him closely. After that, the ball route on the observation platform began to break the game.

Cheng Yan was not idle either. He didn't know Song Yu's purpose, or why he wanted to play with a stranger, but he hadn't played for a long time, and he felt a sense of life when the stick reached his hand. The club on top, when Jiang Heng broke the ball, his brain was running fast, and the habitual ball route and experience of those years were sent to his brain, which could not stop the turbulent.

Jiang Heng took the shot and hit a scattered red ball back to the dense point, creating a blockade for Cheng Yan's next shot. Cheng Yan took it easy and gave him a ball back. It was getting tighter and tighter, but it couldn't break the situation. The surrounding audience was a little anxious and eager to move. Song Yu didn't say a word and stood in that position for a long time.

This situation was not relieved until the fifth shot. Cheng Yan seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He sent the tightly close red ball into the hole with one shot, while the next obstacle ball remained motionless.

Jiang Heng stared at the table.

There was a commotion around.

This is a decent shot.

After playing, Cheng Yan continued to hit the ball, and once again hit the red ball into the hole with a stroke that brushed the edge but did not touch the ball. This was just an opening, Jiang Heng was not in a hurry, and Cheng Yan did not continue to hit the third shot. , it was Jiang Heng's turn.

Thanks to Cheng Yan's blessing, the red ball was gradually broken away. Jiang Heng quickly aimed at the target ball and scored a goal. After wiping the club head with gun powder, he continued to hit, and soon he was level with Cheng Yan and took the lead.

A few people came over to the pool table. It was Jiang Heng's friend. He held his hands to watch the situation on the court and said, "The main play begins."

"You take it easy." Another person said, and said to Jiang Heng, "Somehow they called you Brother Sheng."

Jiang Heng raised his head and smiled at the man, watching Cheng Yan's beating while saying, "Does he want me to let him go?"

Cheng Yan's fingers are slender, resting on the table, supporting the club, and his stooped figure is a perfect sight. He stared at a red ball with fierceness in his eyes.

With a "click", the red ball was caught, the cue ball hit the library, and after the collision, it spun in a spot. He gave way, Cheng Yan bent down and took a quick, accurate shot. The number of balls gradually decreased, and he could see at a glance how many were left.

"Ah this..." The person standing on the side was startled, it was the one who just asked Jiang Heng to put some water.

"It's not over yet." Cheng Yan moved to the position of the white ball and continued to hit the ball, which turned out to be another beautiful shot.

"Yo, this is something." Someone said, his eyes swept across the table quickly and became serious.

Cheng Yan scored three goals in a row, throwing Jiang Heng out a few points again. When he was about to attack the colored ball, if he scored again with such a probability, Jiang Heng would be very dangerous.

After several shots in a row, the ball was returned to Jiang Heng. The situation on the table was clear. The points thrown away by Cheng Yan could only be recovered by the colored balls. When Jiang Heng and Cheng Yan were at the same level again, the ball was restored. It was given to Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan played very fast, and the speed of judgment was astonishing. As soon as Jiang Heng lost the ball, he immediately started, found the route and the target ball, and went out with one shot, making the situation confused again.

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan's ball line in confusion, looked up at Cheng Yan again, he was very serious, he didn't see anything, and before Jiang Heng said, the person next to him asked, "You shouldn't give this one away. Enter the cave?"

You don't need to make extra judgment on the route you have set up. With Cheng Yan leading by a small score, if you hit a few more colored balls, it will basically be a sure win.

"I have my own ideas." Cheng Yan didn't point it out, and others didn't know what the hell he was up to. They only knew that the ball was in Jiang Heng's hands again, and Cheng Yan was in danger.

"I don't care what you think, I'm welcome," Jiang Heng said, "You are not a fuel-efficient lamp, I have to do my best." After the ball was caught, he caught up with Cheng Yan.

Jiang Heng is not swearing, nor does it mean anything, but simply thinks that Cheng Yan is holding back some big moves. During the game, he doesn't need to know his opponent. He can know his opponent's level from a few simple shots. This is what experienced people are used to. feeling.

Jiang Heng said that he would not be merciful, but he really did not show mercy at all. He sent all the good balls into the hole. Maybe the process was not easy, because although Cheng Yan didn't score, it caused him a kind of containment. , his original goals were successfully intercepted, and he lost the ball before hitting a few.

"Brother Jiang." Cheng Yan shouted. When he was playing, his temperament was different. It was different from the dullness and restraint he was in the room just now. He had some unbridled arrogance hidden in him, "Are you and Song Yu classmates?"

Being suddenly named, Song Yu looked at Cheng Yan, wondering what he was talking about.

"One class in elementary school," Jiang Heng added with a putt, "It's an old friendship."

"Oh," Cheng Yan said, "Is he not good at communicating?"

Jiang Heng looked at Song Yu: "It's okay."

Cheng Yan said: "I don't think so, he is too cold."

Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu, Song Yu was standing opposite him, and he could see the interesting light in Cheng Yan's eyes.

It's better to chat and play in a rigid game. It can be interesting. Jiang Heng took the shot and said, "Gao Leng?"

After speaking, he looked at Song Yu, and if he didn't know him, he would feel that way. Jiang Heng didn't feel their friendship.

Cheng Yan sighed and said, "Yeah, just say a word for anything, don't even give me an explanation, or run away secretly, so that you can't even touch the figure."

Others don't understand what it means, but it arouses Song Yu's interest.

"Does this have anything to do with Gao Leng?" Jiang Heng asked.

"It's not a big deal, but his attitude towards me is really bad. I've known him for a few years, and the relationship hasn't progressed at all." Cheng Yan looked at the situation on the table and chatted with Jiang Heng distractedly.

"What more progress can be made?" Jiang Heng did not understand.

Cheng Yan hugged the club and said, "For example...advancing into a best friend or a brother or something, it sounds a little closer than a friend."

One person shuddered, goosebumps all over his body, and complained: "Little brother, it makes you seem to be chasing him, and the relationship has to progress."

Cheng Yan laughed and didn't continue to argue.

Song Yu didn't give a single response, as if he was not in the billiards room, but in fact he was there from beginning to end, but he spoke very little, which was probably the coldness in Cheng Yan's mouth.

He has never been a very talkative person, but he has a mirror in his heart, and he knows more about what Cheng Yan means inside and outside the words.

"He's not arrogant, it depends on who he treats," Jiang Heng said, "Song Yu has always been enthusiastic since he was a child, and he's not bad for the people around him. He, don't think too much, he's just that virtuous."

The complaints from elementary school friends are very convincing.

Song Yu interjected: "Don't talk about me in front of me? Is the ball still playing?"

Jiang Heng looked down and was surrounded by three or two sentences and forgot whether he won or lost. Looking at it again, there was not much left on the billiard table. A few colorful balls were scattered and waiting to be hit. The ball belonged to Cheng Yan, Jiang Heng suddenly realized When I woke up, I only heard Cheng Yan say, "Brother Jiang, this game may be over."

Before he knew it, the table was at risk of being cleared, and the pole fell into Cheng Yan's hands. Jiang Heng had to believe that what he said was true.

The people around also mentioned God, and they were very surprised. didn't know when it started, and there were only a handful of balls on the table.

Song Yu slid her fingers on her forehead, and said to Jiang Heng with a pity-sounding voice, "Be serious."

With a "click" sound, the ball was blasted open by a precise hit, and the hole was like a magnet, accepting every ball with precision, and only the remaining four balls were caught in the net.

Everyone's eyes widened, even the beautiful coach standing over there was dumbfounded. Jiang Heng looked up at Cheng Yan, the sunny-looking boy, calmly cleared the table and ended the "evenly matched" one. Bureau.

Evenly matched? Jiang Heng stared at Cheng Yan, the boy who stood obediently, there was a kind of determination in his tenderness, as if he had some purpose, and he could win whenever he wanted to win.

It really gives face, and I am willing to play with him until now.

After just one round, Jiang Heng came to a conclusion:

They are not at the same level at all.