Chapter 90

The ball hall in the Black Eight Zone has been very lively recently.

In addition to the upsurge of the game, the ball hall itself has its own traffic, plus the competition and festivals and other things collide, the black eight is full of spectators in front of the door.

Everyone was chattering about something, some pointed at the shadows inside, some peeked at the door, because Heiba ​​couldn't accommodate so many people and issued a passenger restriction order, for the reason of the competition, no one would feel disgusted.

After Liu Ju opened this ball hall, he returned to his original business within two years. He chose a good location and did a good job of publicity. He was not afraid that no one would come. But after so many years, as a professional ball hall, Liu Ju also has An unfulfilled dream is that there is no celebrity who can represent their black eight and go out from here. The professional ball hall trains a professional person, which will only make the name of the ball hall louder, and Liu Ju is not only for his own reputation, but also for the sake of his reputation. Because he is also a member who loves billiards.

Thirty-nine years old, after so many years, he finally saw a little hope.

"Boss Liu."

"coming."

The customers greeted him one after another, Liu Ju nodded, he was an easy-going person, and everyone who came to play liked such a kind boss who could joke around. Liu Ju was familiar with many customers here, and it was a common thing to give customers discounts.

For example, Xu Yi, he originally thought that Xu Yi was their hope, but he was eliminated in the preliminary round. Of course, Liu Ju would not think that Xu Yi's skills are too bad. All these years Xu Yi has been playing with him. What? The technology is obvious to all. The failure is not because he is not good enough, but because the opponent is too strong.

"Is that kid here?" Liu Ju spoke to a staff member and looked around in the ballroom. The crowd overwhelmed the target, so he could only ask the staff under him.

"Here comes the boss," the employee knew who the boss was referring to and pointed to a direction, "It's hitting."

The situation has changed. The little classmate who was ridiculed and ridiculed before is now full of onlookers standing in front of the table, surrounded by him, and there is not even a bit of space for Liu Jujin to enter. Fortunately, he is the boss, otherwise he will It is also necessary to "take a back seat" and take a bench to see the situation inside.

There were two figures in front of the table surrounded by the crowd. One had just broken the game and finished a shot, reminding his opponent, and the other was squatting on the chair next to him, holding a pen and burying his head in the problem. It was a busy schedule. Inkstone.

He is also a traffic player in Heibali.

It's been very popular recently.

After being reminded, Cheng Yan put down the pen, picked up the club, and started playing billiards. It's no surprise to others that there is a student in Heibali with great skills, who has passed the test all the way and directly qualified for the provincial competition. This is already well known. This game is not a game at the moment, it is a game in which the black eights let him compete during training after Cheng Yan has qualified for the competition.

Everyone said that they wanted to see. There were ten places selected, and the other party was also a member who had qualified for the competition. Cheng Yan agreed to compete with him, so that he could see how far his strength could go.

"Brother, concentrate on it." Some elders expressed their opinions because he was too busy. They didn't blame him. They just felt sorry for the younger brother, and he still had to do a game when he came to play.

"Quanzi's evening self-study is going to talk about it," Cheng Yan explained, "It won't work if you don't do it."

Playing billiards while doing questions has become a daily routine for Cheng Yan. The seniors of the third year of high school have graduated, and they are the ones who will face the college entrance examination next year. There are more homework, and the test papers continue to be distributed as they cannot be completed.

Even though he was diligent, he did not disrespect his opponents, and he used his strength to fight. In this contest, those who were busy with their hands were calm, while those who were concentrating on playing were devastated. Recently, he is a student who is very famous in Heiba. Certainly not groundless.

The opponent is slow to solve the ball. Cheng Yan spends this spare time writing the topic without delay. He is used to such a busy life, and his life is so full that there is no sense of emptiness.

One side is the future, the other side is love, enough to fill the small heart.

"I'm not going to fight," said the opponent confidently, "I can't figure it out."

Cheng Yan put down the club, packed his things and said, "Then I'll go back."

He had already completed the daily practice at a fixed time, hurriedly packed his schoolbag, put the textbooks in his backpack, and when he went back to finish his meal, the evening self-study began.

He likes to stagger the time. Others eat first after school.

"What the hell is it not to play?" Someone said, "Where did billiards stop?"

The other side looked unlovable: "It's not really not playing, you can't see that this is a defeat? Look at the ball he made, I can't win no matter how much I play."

The courtside spectators who couldn't see the mystery narrowed their eyes, blinded and didn't understand what to do with the ball.

"Brother, come here, water." A girl in her twenties threw a bottle of water to Cheng Yan. She was a staff member here, and she already knew Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan didn't have time to refuse, the other party had already thrown it over, so he had to catch it.

"Thank you, sister." Cheng Yan smiled politely, threw his backpack on his shoulders, put the club away, and said to everyone, "See you tomorrow."

It's like he's here to complete a mission.

Some new friends who couldn't keep up with the information asked curiously, "Who is this boy? Are you all so enthusiastic?"

"On the road, it's amazing." Someone responded jokingly.

Cheng Yan went out the door and didn't walk very far. Someone called him from behind. He turned around and saw the owner of the ball hall. Cheng Yan didn't know his name, but only called Boss Liu, because the boss was there when he was playing. , know his identity from someone else's mouth.

Liu Ju greeted Cheng Yan, and after he stopped, he walked over in three and two steps, put his trousers in his pocket, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Cheng Yan didn't know what he meant: "Huh?"

Liu Ju smiled: "It's alright, please have a meal, do you have time?"

Cheng Yan didn't refuse anyone who came, so he shied away: "I'm sorry, I still have evening self-study."

Liu Ju clicked his tongue, but he had no choice but to give up, "Well, I'm the owner of this ball hall, you should know me, right?"

"I know." Cheng Yan said.

Liu Ju nodded: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you, Hei Ba, you come here often, I will try my best to provide what you need, and I won't charge you for playing."

Is there a good thing about falling pie? A boss chases out and says that he wants to give you free, and it will be free in the future, and also provide you with the services you need. What would you think? You must not be happy first. As an adult, your instinctive reaction is to be vigilant, and so is Cheng Yan.

"What's the matter?" His voice was directly pressing the other party's purpose. Cheng Yan was not a child, and would not think that there is such a good thing as prostitution in the world, and everything has interests.

Liu Ju was amused by his reaction, but he also knew that he should get such a reaction. He said, "Look at you, what are you doing with such precautions? I'm a tee-off hall, so wouldn't it be good to provide you a venue for free?"

Cheng Yan was not at all into the trap, and he still said this: "If you have something to say, you can say it directly."

This is a child, he doesn't like to go around the corner, Liu Ju recognized it, who made this child have the ability, Liu Ju said: "Then I will say it straight, I just want to make a national publicity for the ball hall, and I will provide it for free. Your venue and services, you just need to be able to mention the name of our hall in interviews or on camera after you are selected for the national competition.”

This is what the businessman thinks. Liu Ju is very frank, which makes Cheng Yan dispel his guard against him.

"I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to help you. The national competition is uncertain. The provincial competition has not yet started. I can't promise you something so far away." It is unknown where he can go. , The boss is very grateful for his trust in him, but Cheng Yan thinks he is a little too blind. He performed well in this kind of personal competition, but it does not mean that it is so easy to meet professionals. Cheng Yan feels that the person in front of him is so easy. , the boss is thinking too much.

"Don't worry, if you get in, just mention it. If you don't get in, I'll still provide you with this service. You won't charge any money, and you should be a friend." Liu Ju's words were already very sincere, but he was not He was a reckless person, and it was the young man in front of him that gave him hope. Those few games were too dazzling and overwhelmed the crowd.

"Let's talk about it," Cheng Yan still didn't let go: "Thank you for your kindness, my evening self-study is about to start, so I'll go first."

He neither agreed nor rejected, but Liu Ju was an adult, he knew what the other party meant, and he was in the consideration stage.

"Okay, let's talk about it after entering the national competition." Liu Ju sent him away and stood there, the glass door of the ball hall opened, and Xu Yi, the former star holding the moon, walked out.

"Change targets so soon? Boss Liu." Xu Yi sarcastically, but the two have a good relationship and are mostly joking.

"I don't want to change," Liu Ju turned his head and said, "I originally valued you, but who made you get killed?"

Xu Yi's eyes swept over, and the boy's self-esteem was pressed to the ground and rubbed, so he felt aggrieved.

"I'm pretty good. When you didn't watch him beat Li Weisheng, fuck, I couldn't bear to watch that game..."

"It was cleared by one shot?" Liu Ju realized it later, Xu Yi nodded and said that it was even worse, Liu Ju said: "No wonder I haven't seen Lao Li recently."

Xu Yi said: "I don't want to come, I doubt life."

Liu Ju and Xu Yi laughed unkindly.

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Cheng Yan came back from the ball hall and bought an egg pancake on the side of the road. He didn't have to go to the cafeteria when he went back to school. He stood in front of the stall and the pancake was a grandma. Cheng Yan looked at his phone, and his grandma kept talking to him. He didn't listen carefully either. He was looking at the question that Li Xiaoxiao sent him and asked him if he had done it.

Cheng Yan replied to her message.

- wrote it, don't know if it's right, go back and say it.

Li Xiaoxiao returned an "OK" emoji.

"Do you want chili?" Grandma held the tool, her hand froze in front of the chili sauce.

"Yes...No, no," Cheng Yan gave two answers in a series, then raised his head and said, "No, that's all."

"Why does Xiao Young like to look at the phone so much?" Grandma packed the omelette and said with concern, "Don't watch it, it's dangerous to cross the road."

"Understood, thank you milk." Cheng Yan did not explain the English words in his mobile phone.

Along the way, was biting on the egg pie, staring at the screen of mobile phone, and occasionally looking up at the road ahead, focusing on three things. When arrived at the school gate, an interface suddenly appeared on the English software, and a message popped up.

——Maojiu application to add you as a friend.

Cheng Yan agreed as if coping, and then without asking, he exited the WeChat interface and continued to look at the English software.

A minute later, the other party sent a message.

brother.

Cheng Yan was confused by this title, so he had to quit, clicked on the information interface, and returned a question mark that was not very friendly and had a strong sense of distance.

Turbid wine [that, I am Xu Yi];

Cheng Yan squinted his eyes, thought for a long time, but had no idea.

Who?

One minute is typing...

turbid wine [Your defeated generals];

Not being remembered, this is not the saddest, it is worth a reply after twenty minutes.

Cheng Yan [Oh, which one? ];

Xu Yi's fingers froze at the top of the screen.