Chapter 837 — Having No Choice but to Concede
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
This was also why Wei Zhao feared having only one bouncy ball. What if he accidentally sank it into a pocket himself? So he kept pouring energy into the billiard table, letting every ball in motion draw the energy it needed to keep going until it dropped into a pocket and was forcibly stopped.
In an instant, every ball on the table went berserk, as if this were a game of pinball in an arcade machine, and everyone present was left gaping in disbelief!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This defies all common sense, it violates the law of conservation of energy!" Though Zhen Yingjun was usually an arrogant sort, he was no fool. On the contrary, he knew a fair amount, and he was no empty-headed young master. Seeing the situation before him was simply too absurd, he could no longer contain himself and roared, "Look, everyone! Is this possible? Do you think this makes any sense?"
But after Zhen Yingjun finished speaking, the spectators only stared at him as though he were an idiot. What did he mean, is it possible? The facts were unfolding right before their eyes, and he was still asking whether it was possible—he was plainly talking nonsense with his eyes wide open.
"Possible or not, seeing is believing—are you blind?" said the ruffian whose front tooth had been knocked out. He had lost a tooth and received the same compensation as the burly man who had been struck in the chest, and he was still sore about it, so he deliberately set out to make Zhen Yingjun squirm.
"Exactly. The world is full of wonders—just because you have never seen it does not mean it is impossible! The man can hit a bouncy ball, so are you convinced or not?" another person chimed in.
"Isn't that the truth? Just because you cannot do it does not mean others cannot! What a frog at the bottom of a well!" Once someone spoke up, more and more people joined in.
"You—!" Zhen Yingjun was so furious he nearly rolled his eyes back and fainted. "Wah, yah, yah, yah! I am dying of anger! What do you people know? A pack of illiterates—such a ball simply does not exist!"
"Does not exist?" Being called illiterates instantly riled the spectators. "I think you are the one having a psychotic hallucination! The facts are right there before your eyes, yet you insist they do not exist. Truly… ah, so young and already a fool. What a pity, what a pity!"
Zhen Yingjun watched the balls on the table dwindle one after another, and there was nothing he could do! Though he did not understand what was happening, he could find no flaw in it. After all, no one was touching the balls on the table now, and even if someone were, Zhen Yingjun did not believe anyone could manipulate every single ball and keep them moving without end!
"Phew!" Zhen Yingjun let out a long breath. He knew that staying in the billiard hall any longer would only bring him shame and disgrace. He was certain to lose this game, with not the slightest chance of a comeback! He had not even taken his shot, yet the balls on the table would one by one turn into bouncy balls and sink themselves into the pockets. If he waited any longer, he would still lose without question. So Zhen Yingjun simply conceded outright: "Fine, I lose. It is only twenty thousand yuan, isn't it? I will give it to you!"
Zhen Yingjun was straightforward about it. To welch on a debt at this moment would damage his reputation. If these people spread the word that the vice president of the Donghai City Billiards Association had lost a game and refused to pay, he would never be able to show his face again!
Zhen Yingjun opened his wallet, took a look, and found he did not have quite enough. So he said to Zou Ruoguang, who stood not far behind him, "Brother Zou, lend me twenty thousand yuan for now. I will withdraw some and pay you back in a little while!"
Zou Ruoguang did not dare disobey. He hurried to the counter, took out twenty thousand yuan, and handed it to Zhen Yingjun. "Young Master Jun… here you are…"