Chapter 835 — The Young Master Goes Back on His Word

With that, Shen Yushu picked up one of the balls in her own color and dropped it into the pocket.

Zhen Yingjun drew a deep breath, unwilling to accept it, yet there was nothing he could do. He had already boasted aloud earlier, and now, on top of the bad luck he could not even protest, he had to count that ball as a win for Shen Yushu!

"Fine, then it's my turn now!" Zhen Yingjun drew another deep breath. This time he could not afford the slightest mishap, or he would truly lose the game — Shen Yushu's side had only two balls left on the table.

At any other time, Zhen Yingjun would not have taken it so seriously. His opponents were only two beginners; he could win however he played. But this was different. The way the game had gone so far, there was something distinctly eerie about it.

Earlier he had played a jump shot twice, and by rights he had not used much force at all. Could the cue ball be too light? Zhen Yingjun could not make sense of it, and since he could not make sense of it, he decided to use a little less strength this time.

Zhen Yingjun took aim at a ball of his own color and sent the cue ball forward.

Wei Zhao sensed that Zhen Yingjun had used a little less force, so he likewise reduced the energy he sent into it. This time Zhen Yingjun's cue ball indeed did not fly off the table — but it still gave a hop, sailing over the target ball he had meant to hit, and then flew straight into a pocket.

"Gah!" Zhen Yingjun was truly speechless. This time he had deliberately eased off his strength, and yet he had still produced a jump shot? Only now he had hurt no one but himself — he had knocked his own cue ball into the pocket.

Still, at least there was no compensation to pay and no one cursing him. But Zhen Yingjun's expression remained sour. He had made a fool of himself again.

"Wow, you're amazing — you actually potted your own ball? Are you colorblind?" Shen Yushu asked, staring at Zhen Yingjun in astonishment.

"Hmph! I simply failed to control my strength. It won't happen next time." Zhen Yingjun gave a cold snort. He had no wish to argue with Shen Yushu; the more he argued now, the more it would look like a guilty conscience. So he resolved to prove himself to her with his skill in a moment.

There were no penalty rules in the game with Shen Yushu. Whether one sent the cue ball flying off the table or potted it, there was no foul shot, so it simply passed to Shen Yushu's turn.

Shen Yushu had noticed as well that Brother Arrow could not change the path the balls traveled, only the force behind them. So of the two balls on the table that belonged to her side, she had no confidence, for the moment, of aiming at either pocket directly. She simply sent the cue ball a certain distance, so that its position would make it easier to aim at the two remaining balls.

Wei Zhao saw that Shen Yushu had not aimed at a ball of her own color but had struck the cue ball elsewhere, and he could more or less guess her intent. So he guided the cue ball to a stop at a spot very favorable for Gu Mengyao to aim from.

From that angle, so long as Gu Mengyao took aim, she could easily pot the ball of her own color in front of the cue ball.

Gu Mengyao had already guessed that Wei Zhao was helping from the sidelines, and it now seemed that Xiaoshu knew it too — otherwise she would not have played the cue ball that way. Without Wei Zhao's help, Shen Yushu could never have controlled the force so perfectly as to leave the cue ball sitting exactly where it needed to be.

As for Gu Mengyao's stroke, even without Wei Zhao's help she could easily have potted one of her own color. Once Gu Mengyao had finished, it was Zhen Yingjun's turn again.

Zhen Yingjun was nervous. The other side had only one ball left, while he still had several.

This time Zhen Yingjun dared not use so much force. After taking aim at his ball, he used a rather small amount of strength — even less than before — and nudged the cue ball gently forward.

And yet, incredibly, it was a jump shot again!

Zhen Yingjun was on the verge of going mad! How was this possible? How could any shot he played, no matter how casually, turn into a jump shot?

The cue ball whooshed up into the air, then came down with a bang from above onto the very ball Zhen Yingjun had aimed at, sending it spinning wildly before it finally stopped.

This time Zhen Yingjun did indeed strike his intended target, but because the angle of impact was wrong, the target ball did not go into the pocket at all.

"Damn it all, this is downright cursed!" Zhen Yingjun swore. It was truly unbelievable. Had his strength suddenly surged? He had clearly used very little force, and yet the ball he struck behaved as though he had used enormous power. What on earth was going on?

Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had only one ball left. Shen Yushu stuck to her old strategy: play the cue ball to a position convenient for Gu Mengyao to aim from, then let Gu Mengyao take the shot. This time Gu Mengyao, being a little nervous, used too little force — but with Wei Zhao's energy supplementing it, the last ball slid smoothly into the pocket.

Gu Mengyao could clearly feel that she had not used enough strength, yet the ball she struck seemed full of latent momentum and rolled into the pocket on its own. She felt that this must be Wei Zhao's doing again.

"Oh, we've won, haven't we? See that? And you call yourself a professional player, saying you'd teach us how to play — look at you, you can't even manage it yourself!" Shen Yushu looked at Zhen Yingjun with a touch of smugness. "You think hitting a few jump shots makes you something special? I can not only play jump shots, I can even play bouncy shots!"

"There's still another game, isn't there? You've won one and I've won one — right now we're only even!" How could Zhen Yingjun admit defeat? He felt the second game had been purely a matter of his own poor form, not of Shen Yushu playing well.

"Fine, then let's play another game and make you admit defeat wholeheartedly!" With Wei Zhao's help, Shen Yushu was not in the least afraid of losing. "Are you still going to spot us three balls?"

"No. I underestimated your skill before; I can't give you a handicap now!" How would Zhen Yingjun dare to give a handicap again? Shen Yushu might look like a beginner, but her luck was uncannily good, and he was afraid she might fluke in a few more balls. So he said, "Not only can I not give you a handicap — the two of you can only have one player at the table. You can't both play."

Zhen Yingjun had also seen that he could no longer let Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu play together. The two of them worked with perfect tacit harmony, one placing the cue ball in a suitable spot and the other sinking the shot with a single strike. If this went on, he would most likely lose again. So, to save face, he could not let them keep playing that way.

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