Chapter 833 — Sent the Ball Flying
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Huh?" Zhen Yingjun had been gloating, all set to lecture Shen Yushu on the force required in billiards — that ball, with just a touch more power, would have dropped into the pocket, but Shen Yushu's weak stroke had produced the current situation.
Yet the last thing Zhen Yingjun expected was that Shen Yushu's ball, at the very moment before it stopped, could suddenly muster its strength and go straight into the pocket! What on earth was going on? Had someone tampered with it?
But that couldn't be. So many people were gathered around the table; if Shen Yushu had done something underhanded, surely someone else would have noticed. And even if no one else had, he himself had been staring fixedly at that ball the whole time — could he really have missed anything amiss?
"Wahahahaha!" Seeing the ball drop into the pocket, Shen Yushu was beside herself with joy, dancing about. "I told you I'm Shen Yushu, the billiards prodigy! See? A hair more force and it's wasted, a hair less and it's all for nothing, and this was just exactly right — no more, no less!"
Gu Mengyao had sensed something off earlier. How could a billiards expert like Zhen Yingjun suddenly play such an unbelievable shot — and hit a spectator, no less?
Then look at Shen Yushu's ball: it had clearly been about to stop, yet suddenly it moved again and rolled into the pocket all on its own. Gu Mengyao could not help suspecting that all of this was Wei Zhao's doing. She did not know how he managed it, but she knew very well how uncanny Wei Zhao was.
"That shot of yours was actually quite risky!" Zhen Yingjun could only say. "It really was a close call — next time, better to use a bit more force!"
"More force? Like you — hitting someone in the face?" Shen Yushu shot back, glancing at Zhen Yingjun.
"Gah!" Needled by Shen Yushu like that, Zhen Yingjun flushed crimson, ground his teeth, snorted, and said no more.
Now it was Gu Mengyao's turn. She too just hit the ball casually; it was her first time playing billiards, and she had no technique to speak of. Since she already knew Wei Zhao was helping, she knew he would surely make his move at exactly the right moment.
The ball Gu Mengyao hit had no chance of going in, but in the course of its travel it struck another ball, and that ball happened to belong to Gu Mengyao's color group as well. Judging by the trajectory of this second ball, by Wei Zhao's reckoning it could go in, so once the first ball had come to a stop, he fed in some energy — whereupon this ball, much like Shen Yushu's, was just about to run out of momentum when it suddenly moved again and rolled on until it dropped into the pocket.
This time Zhen Yingjun really was dumbfounded! What was going on? A supernatural event? For there was no other explanation. To say someone had tampered with it was also unlikely, since everyone was standing at the edge of the table; no one could have reached in to touch the balls on the table. How could anyone have tampered with it?
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