Chapter 833 — Knocking the Ball Flying
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"Gah?" Zhen Yingjun had been gloating, all set to lecture Shen Yushu about the force required in billiards—just look at that ball, a little more power and it would have dropped, but Shen Yushu's weak stroke had produced exactly this result.
Yet Zhen Yingjun had never imagined that Shen Yushu's ball could suddenly summon its strength just before stopping and dash straight into the pocket! What on earth was going on? Had someone tampered with it?
But that was impossible—so many people were gathered around the table. If Shen Yushu had pulled some trick, surely someone would have noticed. And even if others could not, he himself had been staring at that ball the whole time—how could he have missed anything amiss?
"Wahahahaha!" At the sight of the ball dropping into the pocket, Shen Yushu was so delighted that she danced about: "I told you I'm the billiards prodigy Shu! See? One ounce more force would have been wasted, one ounce less and it would have been for nothing—this was just exactly right, no more, no less!"
Gu Mengyao had sensed something off earlier. How could a billiards ace like Zhen Yingjun suddenly produce such an absurd shot? And hit a bystander with it, no less?
And then look at Shen Yushu's shot—it had clearly been about to stop, yet it suddenly moved again and ran into the pocket of its own accord. Gu Mengyao could not help but suspect that Wei Zhao was behind all of it! Though she did not know how he did it, she knew well enough how remarkable Wei Zhao was.
"That shot of yours was actually quite risky!" Zhen Yingjun could only say. "Honestly, it was a close call—next time, better to use a bit more force!"
"A little bigger? Like you, hitting someone in the face?" Shen Yushu shot Zhen Yingjun a look and retorted.
"Gah!" Zhen Yingjun's face flushed crimson at Shen Yushu's jab. He gritted his teeth, gave a humph, and said nothing more.
It was Gu Mengyao's turn. She, too, took a casual shot. This was in fact her first time playing billiards, and she had no skill to speak of. But since she already knew Wei Zhao was helping, she was sure he would pull something at just the right moment.
The ball Gu Mengyao struck had no chance of going in. Yet in its course it knocked into another ball, and that ball happened to be of her own color. Judging by its trajectory, Wei Zhao calculated that it could sink. So only after the first ball had come to a stop did he feed it a measure of energy. Just like Shen Yushu's ball, this one seemed about to run out of momentum, then abruptly started moving again and rolled straight into the pocket.
This time Zhen Yingjun was truly dumbfounded. What was going on here? A paranormal event? For there was no other explanation. To say someone had rigged it was hardly plausible either—everyone was standing right at the edge of the table, and no one could have touched the balls on it. How could anyone have cheated?