Chapter 88

When the news of the ballroom passed into Yan's phone, Cheng Yan was ready.

The only person who accompanied him was Song Yu. He didn't tell anyone about it because he didn't know how far he could go. He just had a try and didn't plan to develop in billiards, but if it was feasible, he would also like to Considering that it is all unknown now, and everything can only be decided after the results are tried out.

There were a lot of players in the black 8-ball room, and everyone had a number plate pinned to them. Cheng Yan also got one, pinned to the school uniform on his chest.

In addition to the contestants, the others are customers and spectators of the ball room. Because today is the qualifying match held by the Black Eight, the venue is used by the contestants, and the customers can only watch. The crowd surrounds the pool table, and the ten tables are together. competition.

From time to time, the audience's applause and applause sounded, and the atmosphere was anxious and lively.

"Are you nervous?" Song Yu stood by Cheng Yan's side. The professional ball hall was different. The onlookers pointed at the contestants, as if they could go up and give pointers.

"Don't be nervous." Cheng Yan has never participated in an official billiards game, but he has participated in a basketball game under the camera, which is similar to him. He has developed a strong psychological quality and will no longer be stage fright, "I'm just a little anxious. ."

Song Yu: "How do you say?"

Cheng Yan turned his eyes to him and said, "I want to fight quickly. After finishing the fight, I will withdraw immediately. It's been a few games."

He played this game and the next game, and the schedule was relatively tight. In this week, in order to prepare for this game, Cheng Yan went to the billiards room to practice every afternoon after school. After quitting, he had plenty of time to play pool, something he was good at and didn't find too stressful to do.

Because playing billiards can bring him a sense of accomplishment, it is easier for him to be more relaxed than being pressed by others and tired of training all the time in the basketball team.

"No. 15, Cheng Yan, are you here yet?" The person in charge of the event called his name, Cheng Yan finally waited, and replied, "Here!"

Everyone turned around and found that it was a student. They were all a little surprised. There were also students participating in the competition, but not many. Every student was easy to attract the attention of others, and Cheng Yan was no exception.

"Miansheng, I haven't seen it before." Heiba ​​is one of the professional ball halls in this city and is very famous. People who come here often know each other, even if they don't know each other, they will be familiar with each other, but Cheng Yan is here for the first time. Playing billiards is very life for others.

"Number 16, Xu Yi."

The one who came to the pool table with Cheng Yan was also a young boy, who seemed to be a student. He was well-mannered and polite. He nodded to Cheng Yan and said, "Hello."

"Student to student, there is something to see."

Someone said, "Which school does it belong to? Report your name and fight for the school!"

Cheng Yan and his opponent ignored the fire. They came to the table and, according to the referee's instructions, decided the ball, kicked off the ball, and didn't bother at all. The goal was clear, that is, to beat the opponent.

Realizing that the two young people can't make trouble, the onlookers stopped booing, and calmed down to observe. Some people wanted to point fingers and raise the two teenagers as their elders, but their wishes came to nothing, and they didn't give any pointers at all. Opportunity, the two young people's style of play is fast and decisive, and there is very little time for hesitation. In a short time, there are only a handful of balls on the stage.

"interesting."

Someone nodded in agreement, and the surroundings became quiet. Next to Cheng Yan's table was a group of spectators who were doing their duty.

Professional ball halls are different. There are many masters. Cheng Yan, a boy named Xu Yi, has never heard of it before, but after a few shots, he has a general understanding of his strength. The more you play, the more familiar you are. The more experienced you are, the better your skills will be. Only billiards cannot be generalized. Young people's skills are often better than those of their elders. This is due to various external reasons such as young age, quick understanding, and complicated thoughts. Spike the old man who has been playing for many years.

Some people are after the entertainment mode, where you push me one shot at a time, but Cheng Yan has never been. When he first touched this rod, he had a bold idea that he couldn't hit the ball all at once. go in? Does it have to be clear one by one? And when it's your turn, do you have to score a goal? Can't you go and create obstacles for the opponent to pave the way for your next ball?

He would have thought that everyone had this idea. Later, he played more and found that many people played according to the rules. Every time he got the ball, he had to think about how to clear a ball to score, and sometimes he could not score the ball. Also hit hard, just to make the next shot.

The difference between Cheng Yan and others is here. He never hits the ball that he can't hit. He will look at the opponent's ball path and obstruct the opponent's path. Sometimes when attacking the opponent's path, your dead ball will Accidentally broke open.

Just like now, there are no balls he can play on the table, and every ball is blocked. The first opponent he meets in the professional ball hall is a very thoughtful person, which makes Cheng Yan unable to do whatever he wants, but this does not Represents helpless.

"clatter."

A ball went out, passed the hole, spun beside the opponent's ball, and held steady.

Xu Yi's brows wrinkled, this game actually started to be difficult in the second half.

He was thinking silently in front of the table with the pole in hand. It took about five or six seconds before he gave up his original goal and instead hit a dead-corner ball and missed.

"This route is out, if you can't get in, you will

funny

. "

"Brother." Someone Chong Yan raised his hand to indicate which ball should be played. It's not an official game, and the management of the scene is not strict. The audience can talk as much as they want, even the referee. Cheng Yan doesn't know if it's professional or not. The referee, dressed very casually, was chatting with the people next to him throughout the game.

Cheng Yan bent down, the ball that must be scored was not in his field of vision, he made a black eight, making it difficult to clear the remaining balls.

The person next to him became agitated, "Isn't this a joke?"

"You can't hit this must-go ball, and you can also compete with this skill?"

"Brother, you are still young."

"I knew I was there too."

I don't know if they understand billiards, and there is a lot of discussion, but Xu Yi, Cheng Yan's opponent, is not excited by the crowd, but is very distressed. What is more difficult than scoring is the ball. Obviously, his opponent is very good at it. of.

Xu Yi raised his head and looked at the person on the opposite side. The boy was holding a club and talking to a tall boy next to him. Xu Yi regained his senses and stared at the table, unable to start.

In desperation, he had no choice but to hit a random shot first, to break this intricate game before he could find a way out. No one made the two shots, but the audience was anxious for them.

The world is so big, and there are many people who don't know him, but Xu Yi, who spends every day in the ballroom, doesn't know the name at all, and has never even seen this person. Students like this have good skills and are very fast in the ballroom. There is his name, and the name Cheng Yan had never been heard before he participated in this competition.

"Xu Yi, come on."

"You are the face of our black eight."

They seem to know their opponents. Cheng Yan heard them from these sounds. Maybe they played together a lot. Cheng Yan didn't pay much attention to these external things. He was thinking about himself and was not disturbed.

"How is it?"

A middle-aged man walked up to Cheng Yan's billiards, but he was not talking to him, but to Xu Yi, who was on the opposite side. Xu Yi waved his hand and looked embarrassed. The middle-aged man said, "Have you met an opponent?"

Then he looked at Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan ignored his gaze and just put the ball into the hole and made a breakthrough.

"Boss Liu, are you here to cheer Xu Yi?"

"Long time no see, Boss Liu, why haven't you come to the hall recently?"

"I'm still preparing for the game," said the middle-aged man. "I haven't been idle these two days. It's not the technical responsibility of our hall. I'll give it a try."

"What's the prize money for this year's competition?"

"Can I lose you?" The middle-aged man said: "I am so professional in the black eight, and I hope to cultivate personalities. Whoever has this ability I will designate to hold someone, and I can't treat them badly."

They chatted happily.

Xu Yi was not happy, he was tangled to death now, there were too many obstacles to the goal ball, and it was impossible to enter. Seeing his expression of embarrassment, the middle-aged man looked at the table and was silent.

This situation doesn't seem right.

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the young man on the other side of the table.

"Hurry up," urged Xu Yidi who knew him, "you've been frozen for two minutes."

Xu Yi, who was still polite just now, replied, "Shut up."

Everyone laughed and said that the brat still has a temper.

The opponent's shot was right in Cheng Yan's arms.

The game he arranged was not unraveled, the sixth ball was hit by the opponent, and the stable position was in the side library, not disturbing any ball.

This shot was just right for Cheng Yan, but a bit of remorse for the opponent. Xu Yi seemed to have discovered something, and his expression tightened, but the ball had already fallen into the opponent's hands.

Cheng Yan took the pole. Just as everyone was joking, his chance to clear the stage was already in front of him. Clearing the stage not only refers to sending all the balls in one shot, but also one type, one shot after another, without losing the ball. Until all the balls are cleared and the game is over, it can also be called "clearing by one stroke."

And now there is that opportunity.

Cheng Yan seized the opportunity. This is a game. He has no idea of ​​playing with the opponent for a while. Such a game has been the longest time he has been playing billiards. Although it started smoothly, the opponent's thinking later The time was too long, and the whole game was prolonged. Cheng Yan made a plan for his next shot when his opponent was thinking, which shows the length of time the opponent was embarrassed.

After getting the new ball, after the first shot was scored, followed by the second shot and the third shot. It seems to be witnessing the picture of history.

And that Boss Liu, he should be the boss, no longer teasing Xu Yi, but staring at the table and the figure leaning over the table.

Cheng Yan raised his eyes slightly, Song Yu didn't speak for a long time, he knew that the best way to stop others' mouths was strength, and it was useless to talk too much, so when they made fun of Cheng Yan's bad swing, Song Yu He was not in a hurry to refute. His refutation was like a clown jumping on a beam, which made others feel more funny and interesting. The real power to refute effectively lies in Cheng Yan himself, in the last shot of this consecutive goal.

Cheng Yan looked at his opponent. He didn't have time to remember his name, and he was about to end the game. He saw the panic in his opponent's eyes, as if he was worried that he would score this goal, but It's a pity, no matter how much he prays, it can't change today's defeat.

Song Yu came with him.

He Cheng Yan has no face, Song Yu has no face.

Since they chose to walk into this professional ballroom openly, they never thought about going out in a daze.

"Clap."

With a precise strike, the white ball hits the colored ball, a beautiful route, slides straight into the hole, and then hears a "click", which is the sound of being caught.

No one cheered and cheered for Cheng Yan, there were no relatives and friends here, some were just the audience who had been beaten in the face and could only remain silent, and there were some subtle footsteps.

Who is nervous?

"No. 15 wins." The referee announced that until that moment, the whole game was embarrassingly embarrassing, and the atmosphere was quite strange. The people who won the game did not laugh. Cheng Yan put down the club and asked calmly, "You can go now. ?

The calmer his mood, the more sarcastic he is to the people around him.

"Oh, it's alright, just wait for the next game."

"Thank you." Cheng Yan turned and walked towards Song Yu, Song Yu smiled slightly at him, raised his hand to put his hand on the back of his head, rubbed it lightly, and said nothing.

The two left the hall.

As soon as he went out and breathed the free air, Cheng Yan couldn't help laughing.

His laughter was so contagious that Song Yu couldn't convince himself to calm down and laugh with him.

"Is it cool?" Song Yu asked.

"There is a trace." Cheng Yan replied with a smile, "I like their performance."

Billiards has always been something that can give Cheng Yan a sense of accomplishment. He has never been an exception. In his achievements over the years, he has never walked out of the billiards room in a daze. The word "steady" described it as a crushing madness.

"Don't talk anymore," Song Yu wanted to be funny, "If you don't put water, it should look better."

"I didn't release water..."

Song Yu nodded: "Well, maybe."

Cheng Yan squinted: "Really! Not this time, he is quite strong."

"So it was there before?"

Cheng Yan touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "Just a little."

The first battle was won, and now you only need to wait for the next notification, and it is a good feeling to be recognized in the field you are good at.

He now understands Song Yu's painstaking efforts.

On the way back, the two chatted, a cat jumped out of Cheng Yan's line of sight, lying on the corner of the street, not afraid of people, the kitten was very fat, with a collar around its neck, it should have an owner, Cheng Yan squatted down and stroked it , the kitten showed a look of enjoyment.

Song Yu stood next to him with his pockets in his pockets. He liked this feeling. He played with him what he was good at, waited for the next news with him, teased the cat he liked, and accompanies him to move towards a better version of himself.

"Do you like it?" Song Yu asked.

"Super," Cheng Yan's voice was full of love, accompanied by pity: "But my family won't let him."

"We will raise it later."

Cheng Yan looked back expectantly: "Where do you raise it?"

Song Yu said, "I raise it at home."

Cheng Yan frowned: "Whose family?"

Suspected that the cat owner was coming, Song Yu grabbed Cheng Yan, pulled him up, and said calmly, "Our home."