The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

Chapter 242 Billiards and Red Vinegar

"Oh, it's too far!" Kikumaru sighed from the second table.

"Okay, it's Aaron's turn next." Dashi turned his head and looked, "Hey, what are you doing? Aaron?"

Kawamura fumbled out a tennis racket from his bag.

"Okay! I'm burning!" With the club in his left hand and the racket in his right, Kawamura was full of pride, "Come on! My uncle is here! Look at the trick!"

Everyone closed their eyes and smiled wryly, "If you hold a tennis racket, you won't be able to use the pool cue~"

Profuse sweat fell from his head, and Kawamura was dumbfounded.

The balls fell into the net bag one after another lightly.

"Awesome, so amazing!" Katsuo Katsuro looked at the elegant swinger at the third table with infinite admiration.

Although he is not convinced, he still has to admit that this guy is impeccable in both his swing posture and his hitting skills.Today he is still wearing a white shirt and a purple tie--a pig with an onion in his nose is really good at pretending.

Stealing my eyes and watching his movements carefully, I saw him raise his head and smile, "Ryoma, do you want me to guide you?"

Turning my head, I muttered to myself, "Who cares."

"I thought you would be the best~" Finally it was my turn.

"Hmph~" Bu Er squinted a smile.

"Speaking of billiards, a game that requires calculation." "Senior Gan seems to be very good at it." Katsuo Katsuo watched intently.

"Considering the reflection and abrasion of the ball, direct hitting is not as extended as indirect hitting. That is to say, if it touches the table at 75 degrees from the table, it can hit the No. [-] ball at the most appropriate angle, and then Use the No. [-] ball to hit the No. [-] ball into the corner pocket." After a lot of chatter, he swung solemnly.

After the ball swept across the table, it rolled back in front of him without bumping or bumping.

"No, it doesn't conform to the theory!" Gan was shocked.

Table number one is my turn again.Having gained a little bit of insight, he set up his posture and was about to swing the club, but Buer shook his head repeatedly, "The posture is not right."

Walking behind me, he leaned down and gesticulated, "If you lower your waist, you should put your hands like this."

His front chest was almost pressed against my back, he corrected my left hand holding the bar with one hand, and gently pressed my waist with the other hand.

I was suddenly worried that he would take a pinch in retaliation, my hand shook, and the white ball was sent flying again.

"Oh, that's not okay, Ryoma~"

"Don't worry about it!" If it weren't for you, I might not have missed it!

"Twice, Echizen fouled twice." Floating to my side like a ghost, Gan held the data book and recorded it meticulously, "It seems to be coming soon..."

Cut ~ stare really tight.In the dark, I wiped the cold sweat rolling down my cheeks.

"Thank you, Echizen~" Horio gloated and put the white ball in front of the ball to be hit, "Because you fouled, the cue ball can be placed wherever you want, and the rest is easy~ I want to take this ball!"

Horio, who was full of ambition, suddenly exclaimed "Yi!"

In front of the net bag opposite him, Hai Tang was leaning on the table with both arms, staring at him with fierce snake eyes, "What's wrong? Hurry up!"

"Yes, yes..." The frog that was targeted by the snake, no, Horio trembled, closed his eyes, and poked randomly with a stick.

The missed white cue ball hit the edge of the table and bounced, with a "pop!", it hit Haitang right on the forehead.

"Ah...slightly, slightly missed." Horio's voice trembled.

"You said, it missed slightly?" Haitang's eyebrows twitched.

"No~ it's almost in the middle." Scratching his head and smirking, Horiwei spoke incoherently.

"You mean the middle?!" Haitang's veins bulged.

Horio was sweating profusely, "So... that..."

"Bastard! You've been aiming at me since the beginning?!" Haitang's expression at this time can only be described as extremely terrifying.

"It doesn't mean that!"

"Nonsense! Bastard, stop for me!"

"Misunderstanding—"

Those two went around the table playing officers and soldiers chasing robbers while Taocheng and I watched leisurely.Not to mention, at the critical moment of life and death, Juewei, who had fulfilled his potential, was quite nimble.

"Horio made a foul once." Gan, who was holding a data book, appeared like a ghost.

"Okay, okay, both Mizuno and Kato hit the 'lucky net bag'." He rushed to another table, shaking his pen and continued to record diligently.

"What is the 'lucky net bag'?" Katsuo Katsuro looked at the net bag with the small flag in confusion.

Dashi on the second table has fouled twice like me, and it seems that he is not good at billiards either.With no way out, he began to sweat all over his face, and under a shaken mood, he made another mistake, "Oops, oops, I didn't pay attention and tried too hard!"

"Dashi fouled three times." Gan gave the verdict in a calm voice.

"Three fouls?" "That is to say..." Ryuzaki and Kikumaru moved their heads together.

"Yes." The dry shadow covered Dashi, "Thank you for your hard work, please drink this cup according to the regulations."

After receiving the large glass with bubbling bubbling powder mist, Dashi's expression was ten times more heroic than that of a brave warrior who died generously. Minister, you must establish an image!"

As soon as he closed his eyes, he raised his head and downed the glass of red vinegar.Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he realized that everyone was still doing what they were supposed to do, and no one was paying attention to him at all.

"No one is watching at all..." Reluctantly leaving the last words, the big stone fell straight.

"After the big stone is Kawamura~" Mrs. Ryuzaki stared at the second corpse indifferently.The fate of Kawamura, which cannot be burned, has long been doomed.She turned to look at Kikumaru who was hitting the ball, "Don't forget you also fouled twice~"

"It's okay, it's okay~" Kikumaru's nerves were obviously much stronger, "I won't be fooled by Mr. Ryuzaki again!"

After hitting the balls repeatedly, Kikumaru sat on the edge of the table and aimed for the next ball.

A dry formulaic voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Kikumaru fouled three times."

"What rice?!" Kikumaru was stunned.

He squatted down and pointed to his feet that were off the ground. "It's a foul when you hit the ball with your feet off the ground."

"Really? Why don't I know!" Kikumaru shouted.

"Rules are rules." After ruthlessly speaking, the half-squatting dry hand waved and held a large glass of red vinegar like offering flowers.

The white ball jumped beautifully on the table, and hit the side of the No. [-] ball with a "pop!", and the flying No. [-] ball dexterously bumped the No. [-] ball lightly, and the two balls fell into the net pockets respectively. .

"Using a combination of shots to knock down the nine balls at the same time!" Qian held up the mirror frame in disbelief.

"Super hit!" "The winner at the third table is Fuji-san!" Katsuo Katsuro was convinced of the loss.

"Hmph~" Bu Er squinted again.

"Ah, it's really difficult to deal with~" Swinging the ball hesitantly, Horio didn't look at the table, and from time to time sneaked a glance at Kaidou who was staring at him.

When the cue was struck, the white cue ball rolled neatly into the bag in a straight line.

"Ah, failure!" Before Horiwei finished his sentence, a big cup of steaming red vinegar appeared in front of him.

"Horio fouled three times, thank you for your hard work." The skill of acting as impermanence has already been well established.

Haitang's angry snake eyes turned into pity in an instant.

"I don't want to drink, I don't want to drink!" Momoshiro murmured non-stop, closing his eyes and ignoring Horio's tragic death.

I had no room to sympathize with Horio, so I was busy studying the movements of Kaido who hit the ball into the pocket, and then took the club to make gestures twice.

While fiddling with it, Taocheng reminded, "Hey, Echizen, it's your turn."

"Yes~" I answered, but in my heart, I was not sure.