護花近衛 - 第834章 天才舒 - 翰墨軒

At this thought, a cold sweat broke out on Zhen Yingjun's forehead. He was a somewhat superstitious man, and seeing something so bizarre, he instinctively began to wonder whether some unclean thing was at work here.

Gu Mengyao was puzzled too, hardly believing that she had made that shot herself. She shifted her gaze from the billiard table to Wei Zhao's face, hoping to spot some clue—but Wei Zhao still wore that leisurely, unhurried look, both hands resting on the table as if he had done nothing at all.

Yet though on the surface Wei Zhao seemed above suspicion, Gu Mengyao knew very well that he was, in fact, deeply suspect.

"Yay! Sister Yaoyao, you're amazing too—you're a match for a genius like me, Shu!" Shen Yushu cried out excitedly.

Zhen Yingjun's face was grim. He refused to believe in any such nonsense. How could he, the vice chairman of the Donghai City Billiards Association, possibly lose to two beginners? Seeing that only three of Gu Mengyao's balls remained on the table, Zhen Yingjun could not help growing anxious: he could not let Gu Mengyao and the others sink another ball!

Fortunately, the rule they had set beforehand was one shot per player, with no continuation—so whether or not a ball went in, no one got to shoot twice in a row.

Now it was Zhen Yingjun's turn, and this time he dared not let his guard down. He had not taken it seriously before, and had produced a jump shot—but he remembered using no great strength at all. Had he simply been distracted at the time?

This time Zhen Yingjun was careful, applying ordinary force as he struck the cue ball. Yet the cue ball went "whoosh" once more, flying off as a jump shot and hurtling toward the people on the opposite side.

"Bang!" This time it did not strike anyone's face, but slammed into a muscular man's chest, drawing a yelp of "Aiyo!" The man clapped a hand to his chest and jabbed a furious finger at Zhen Yingjun. "You little punk, do you even know how to play? Are you doing that on purpose? First you hit someone else, and now you hit me? Have you got eyes in your head?"

Zhen Yingjun was rather dumbfounded too. Since when had he become so monstrously strong? He had struck the ball with perfect ordinariness—how had it turned into a jump shot? How had it flown off again and hit someone? But he truly had not used much force!

"This..." Zhen Yingjun had no idea what was going on either. He felt sure he had used no great strength—so what on earth was happening?

"What? You dare do it but not own up to it? Cat got your tongue?" the muscular man pressed, relentless.

Zhen Yingjun glanced at him and thought to himself: a fellow like you, back in Donghai I'd have had someone finish you off with a word—and you dare act tough with me? But this was Songshan City, and he did not care to stir up trouble. Frowning, he cursed his bad luck, pulled out his wallet, and counted out another three thousand yuan for the man. "Sorry about that, it wasn't intentional. Consider this medical expenses..."

"That's more like it!" In truth, the muscular man was only after money. He had thick, tough skin anyway, and his injury was much lighter than that of the man whose face had been struck earlier—just a bit of bruising, nothing to speak of at all. But having seen Zhen Yingjun pay to smooth things over before, how could he pass up such a fine chance to shake a man down?

"All right, my turn again!" Shen Yushu excitedly took up another cue ball and placed it on the table. "You really are something—two jump shots in a row, such difficult shots, truly impressive!"

"I suppose so," Zhen Yingjun said, somewhat peevishly. "As if you could make one if I let you try!"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't," Shen Yushu retorted, curling her lip and fixing Zhen Yingjun with a look of utter scorn. "I'd have to pay compensation if I hit someone!"