Chapter 834 — Genius Shu
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"Hmph! If you can make one, and you hurt someone, I'll cover it!" How could Zhen Yingjun believe that Shen Yushu could produce a jump shot too? That was simply impossible.
"Really? If I hit someone, it's on you?" Shen Yushu asked.
"That's right—this is a jump shot. Without years of billiards experience, it's impossible to make one!" To salvage his dignity, Zhen Yingjun had no choice but to dress up his blunder as a professional, high-difficulty technique.
"Fine. But since jump shots are the order of the day, I can't very well shoot anything else. If I make a jump shot, you have to count it as one of my balls sunk," Shen Yushu said. "Deal?"
"Deal! No problem—as long as you make a jump shot, I'll count it as one ball sunk." Zhen Yingjun did not believe for a moment that Shen Yushu could make one. "But if you can't make it, then what?"
"Then... I'll put one of my own colored balls back," Shen Yushu said after a moment's thought. She was not afraid of failing to make the shot, because she did not believe for a second that Zhen Yingjun had produced those two jump shots himself. In her eyes, it had to be the doing of Arrow-Brand Brother—so if he could make such a shot, then so could she. That was why Shen Yushu did not mind gambling with Zhen Yingjun at all!
"Good—it's settled! Go ahead and shoot!" Zhen Yingjun was rather pleased with himself, thinking: work yourself to death, you'll never make a jump shot!
"I'm a kindhearted sort, and I can't bear to hit an innocent bystander. So—how about I take aim at you?" Shen Yushu said, lining up the cue ball in Zhen Yingjun's direction.
"Hmph, suit yourself! Hit me if you like—then I won't have to pay a cent!" Zhen Yingjun said indifferently. How could he possibly believe Shen Yushu could hit him? Unless she threw the ball with her hand, it was impossible to do with a cue.
Shen Yushu offered no reply. She simply took aim at Zhen Yingjun and sent the cue ball flying.
With a "whoosh," the cue ball leapt into the air once more, hurtling straight for Zhen Yingjun's face!
Zhen Yingjun had never imagined Shen Yushu could pull off a jump shot, so he did not dodge at all. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was far too late—the cue ball smacked into his forehead with a loud "bang," raising a great lump there and leaving him so dizzy he nearly pitched headlong to the floor.
"Aah!" Zhen Yingjun let out a miserable howl. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible—this can't be real! You can't possibly have made a jump shot!"
The onlookers burst into a roar of laughter. Was Zhen Yingjun really such a fool? If he could make a shot like that, why couldn't she? And now look—he had finally tasted the fruits of his own arrogance! With that great lump swelling on his head, the man had only himself to blame.
Yet a chill crept through Zou Ruoguang's body... To his mind, this was plainly Master Lin's power at work—how else could such bizarre, unnatural phenomena occur? Three jump shots in a row—even in professional matches, that was rarely seen.