Yi Qian looked at the ball.

The white ball and No. 8 ball form an angle of about 45 degrees, and the distance between them is about 1.5 meters.

Let's just say it's difficult. Even amateurs with slightly outstanding accuracy occasionally score such goals.

It’s easy to say that it’s not difficult. Even professional players and world champions wouldn’t dare to say they’ll score when faced with this kind of ball in the finals.

Yi Qian remembered the year when he was tutoring in the third year of high school and came into contact with billiards during extracurricular activities.

He was dull by nature, and his physical fitness was very poor at that time. He wore thick glasses and did not dare to compete with others when playing basketball.

As for playing football, I grew up in a rural area and had almost never seen football. I could only watch with envy the children from the county town galloping and laughing on the field.

Only billiards is low-key and unassuming.

But it was full of quiet confrontation, which made Yi Qian fall in love with him at first glance.

In his senior year of high school, tutoring was hard and he had very little free time, but occasionally playing billiards with his classmates still brought him a lot of joy.

After I went to college, although I had more time, computer games took up almost all my free time.

In addition, the classmates in the same dormitory also don’t like to play billiards.

In an unfamiliar city, facing an unfamiliar high-end golf club, Yi Qian's heart that was ready to beat slowly cooled down.

After working, Yi Gan, who had no other hobbies, picked up his love for billiards again.

He has no basic skills that he has practiced since he was a child, no years of fighting experience, and he does not even have a so-called master.

By exploring on your own and enjoying the wonderful performances of the stars in the video, you will slowly come to understand.

Yi Gan has been playing golf for more than ten years and is just an amateur who can barely get started.

Until I encountered the system.

Everything becomes different.

He has unlimited possibilities. He has practiced countless times in the past few days and faced off against Zhang Fei countless times.

The masters who were once so high and unreachable in the golf room were defeated by him one by one.

Nowadays, Ma Chenyang, who can only be seen in professional competitions in Qinchuan Province, is fighting fiercely with himself.

"I like billiards, I'm making progress, I can win!"

All illusions become clear.

At this moment, Yi Qian could only see the white ball and the eight-ball.

The hustle and bustle in the ball room, the playfulness in the live broadcast room, Zhang Fei's expectations, and Ma Chenyang's nervousness.

Everything has nothing to do with him.

Scenes of the system giving myself corrective guidance after practice emerged one after another.

His aiming and positioning movements seemed to slowly overlap with the virtual figure in the scene.

That might be O'Sullivan, who has 37 ranking event titles, or Robertson, whose posture is unparalleled in the world.

It may also be easy to dry in the future.

A milky voice broke the tranquility of the ball room.

"Dad, this uncle looks so handsome!"

Said a little girl who was only six years old.

The middle-aged man holding the little girl in his arms quickly raised his fingers to make a silent sound, and said softly, "Baby, be good, uncle is playing ball, let's watch quietly."

The little girl nodded solemnly, quickly closed her pink little mouth, and placed her chubby little hands tightly in front of her mouth.

It's easy to do it when the man and ball are in one state, and every movement is full of coordinated rhythm.

His stance, his swing, his shot.

The moment the white ball was hit, this thought came to everyone's mind.

"We have the ball!"

Ma Chenyang was startled by his strange thoughts and quickly looked over carefully.

The white ball rolls closely against the Taiwan mud at a constant speed, as smoothly as gliding on the ice.

When the white ball touches the black eight ball, it separates from the eight ball and splits into two.

The white ball bounced ten centimeters outside the corner of the right bag, bounced up again instantly, and slowly stopped in the middle of the table.

The number eight ball carries sustenance and hope, and its black figure is like a galloping horse.

"clang!"

The eight ball is pocketed hollow!

The crisp sound of bagging brings victory and declares the end of the game.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

The applause of everyone in the golf room suddenly rang out, like a light rain turning into a violent rainstorm.

“Easy to fuck awesome!”

Several young guys celebrated at the top of their lungs, seemingly happier than they were when they won the championship.

Zhang Fei's applause was the loudest and most urgent. Liu Yun next to him tried his best to keep up with Zhang Fei's rhythm, and his face turned red in haste.

"I never expected it, la la la la la..."

"I can't even write the script of an amateur player defeating a professional player - a screenwriter who didn't want to be named passed by."

"A shocking reversal. The famous professional player lost sadly. I didn't expect that he would be the champion!"

The barrage in the live broadcast room is full of all kinds of joy.

Ma Chenyang was devastated and never expected this result.

"how so?"

When Yi Qian continuously cleared the stage and took the lead, he didn't take it seriously.

When Yi Qian hit the double match point strongly, he was still waiting for a mistake.

When Yi Gan scored a magical goal, he was still full of confidence in himself.

But when Yi Gan scored the final No. 8 ball, there was no foul on the white ball.

At the end of the game, he had to accept the result.

He lost this game!

He, Ma Chenyang, is a professional player who has been practicing football full-time for nearly ten years.

Qinchuan Star of Hope from snooker.

The first person in Qinchuan to reach Chinese eight-ball.

The first person in the five northwest provinces.

He has won countless honors and received countless cheers.

He has countless fans and billiards enthusiasts who support him.

It's not like he's never lost before.

In this province, there is also a Hao Yue who has been chasing him, a slightly inferior but similar Hao Yue.

and themselves known as the "Qinchuan Twins".

Although the opponent loses more than he wins in the match against him, he can still win two or three championships a year.

I am in the magic city, in the capital, facing the best players from all over the country, the first shot from all over the country, and even the national champion and the world champion.

There were also moments when he failed in his abilities and ended up losing sadly.

But those failures are the daily routine of high-intensity confrontation among professional players.

He lost to someone who was similar to him, or even better than him. It was normal for him to be inferior to others after working hard.

And now, he actually lost to an amateur player, an ordinary member of the billiard room in a remote area, a billiard desert area.

Although there is a handicap condition, under such handicap conditions, he still has an almost crushing advantage.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it.

Even though I performed almost perfectly, I still lost!

"Yi Gan kicked off and cleared the table, the score was 9 to 8."

"The game is over, Yi Gan wins!"

Liu Yun's hysterical announcement of the results rescued Ma Chenyang from his pain.

He slowly raised his head and forced a smile.

Come over and shake hands with Yi Qian.
To be continued...