waste heat

Chapter 88

When the news of the ball room was transmitted to Cheng Yan's mobile phone, Cheng Yan was already ready.

Song Yu was the only one who accompanied him. He didn't tell others about it, because he didn't know how far he could go. He just had an attitude of trying and didn't intend to develop in billiards, but if it was feasible, he would also like to Thinking about it, it's all unknown now, and everything has to wait for the results to be tested before it can be decided.

There were quite a few contestants in the black eight ball room, each of them had a number plate pinned to their body, and Cheng Yan also got one, which was pinned on the school uniform on his chest.

In addition to the contestants, the others are the customers of the ball room, and they are also spectators. Because today is the qualifying match held by Hei Ba, the venue is used for the contestants, and the customers can only watch. The crowd surrounds the pool table, ten billiard tables together Competition.

From time to time, the audience applauded and applauded, and the atmosphere was anxious and lively.

"Are you nervous?" Song Yu stood beside Cheng Yan. The professional ball hall is different. The crowd pointing to the contestants, as if they could go up and give some advice.

"Not nervous." Cheng Yan has never participated in a formal billiards game, but he has participated in a basketball game under the camera, which is similar to him. He has developed a strong psychological quality and will no longer be frightened. "Just a little anxious .”

Song Yu: "How to say?"

Cheng Yan looked sideways at him and said: "I want to fight quickly, and withdraw quickly after the fight, there are several rounds."

After he finishes this game, there will be another game, and the schedule is relatively tight. During this week, in order to prepare for this game, Cheng Yan has to go to the billiards room to practice every afternoon after school. After quitting, he has enough time to spend playing pool, which is something he is good at and does not feel too stressful to do.

Because playing billiards can bring him a sense of accomplishment, he should be able to relax more than being pressured by others on the basketball team and exhausting training.

"On the 15th, Cheng Yan, are you here?" The person hosting the event called his name, Cheng Yan finally waited, and replied: "Here!"

Everyone turned their heads and found that it was a student. They were all a little surprised. There were also students participating in the competition, but not many. Every student easily attracted the attention of others, and Cheng Yan was no exception.

"I'm new to you, I've never seen it before." Heiba ​​is one of the professional golf halls in this city. It is very famous. People who come here often know each other. Even if they don't know each other, they will know each other by face. Playing billiards is very strange to others.

"Number 16, Xu Yi."

The one who came to the billiard table with Cheng Yan was also a young boy, who seemed to be a student, with a good appearance and politeness, he nodded to Cheng Yan and said, "Hello."

"Students to students, there is something to see."

Someone shouted, "Which school are you from? Tell me your name and fight for the school!"

Both Cheng Yan and the opponent ignored the fire. They came to the table, followed the referee's instructions, decided the possession of the ball, kicked off the ball, and did not hesitate at all. The goal was very clear, which was to win the opponent.

Realizing that the two young people can't make trouble, the crowd stopped booing, and calmed down to observe. Some people wanted to point fingers and mention the two young people as elders, but their wishes were in vain, and there was no point of view Opportunity, the two young men's style of play is swift and decisive, and there is very little time for hesitation. In a short period of time, there are only a handful of balls on the stage.

"interesting."

Someone nodded in agreement, and the surroundings became quiet. Beside Cheng Yan's billiard table was a group of dutiful spectators.

The professional golf hall is different, there are a lot of masters, this boy named Xu Yi, Cheng Yan, has never heard of it before, but after a few shots, he has a general understanding of his strength, any game is getting more and more familiar, The older you are, the better your skills are, but billiards cannot be generalized. The skills of young people are often better than those of their elders. There are various external reasons for this, such as young age, fast comprehension, and complicated thoughts. Kill the old man who has played for many years in seconds.

Some people pursue the entertainment mode, where you push and push me one after another, but Cheng Yan has never been. When he first touched this pole, he had a bold idea that he couldn't hit all the balls at once. go in?Do you have to clear it one shot at a time?And when it's your turn, do you have to score a goal?Can't you create obstacles for the opponent and pave the way for your next ball?

At that time, he thought that everyone had this idea. After playing a lot, he found that many people played according to the rules. Every time he got his own ball, he had to think about how to clear a ball and score. Sometimes the ball could not be scored. You have to play hard, just to make the next shot.

The difference between Cheng Yan and others is this. He never hits the ball that he can't hit. He will watch the opponent's ball path and block the opponent's path. Sometimes when attacking the opponent's path, your dead ball will Accidentally broke open.

Just like now, there are no balls on the table that he can play, and every ball is blocked. The first opponent he meets in the professional ballroom is a very good thinker, which makes Cheng Yan unable to do whatever he wants, but this is not the case. Representatives are helpless.

"clatter."

A ball went out, passed the hole, spun around the opponent's ball, and held it firmly.

Xu Yi's brows were frowned. The second half of this game actually started to be difficult.

He held the pole in front of the table and thought silently. It took about five or six seconds before he gave up his original goal and hit a dead corner instead, which he missed.

"Now the route is out. It would be ridiculous if you can't get in."

"Brother." Someone raised Cheng Yan's hand to indicate which ball should be played. It's not a formal game. The management of the scene is not strict, and the audience can talk freely, even the referee. Cheng Yan doesn't know if it's professional or not. The referee, in very casual attire, chatted with the people next to him throughout the game.

Cheng Yan bent down, the ball that must be scored was out of his sight, he made a black eight, making it difficult to clear the few remaining balls.

The people next to him started to stir, "Isn't this a joke?"

"If you can't hit the ball that must be scored, you can also compete with this skill?"

"Brother, you are still young."

"I knew I was going too."

I don't know if they understand billiards, and there are many discussions, but Xu Yi, who is Cheng Yan's opponent, is not excited by the crowd, but is very distressed. What is more difficult than scoring is making the ball. Obviously his opponent is very good at it. of.

Xu Yi raised his head and looked at the person opposite. The boy was holding a club and talking to a tall boy next to him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to hit a random shot first, and break this intricate game to find a way out. No one scored in these two shots, but the audience was anxious for them.

The world is so big, and there are so many people I don’t know, but Xu Yi, who spends his time in the ballroom every day, doesn’t know this name at all, and has never even met this person. A student like this has pretty good skills, and he is very fast in the ballroom. There was his name, and the name Cheng Yan had never been heard of before he participated in this competition.

"Xu Yi, come on."

"You are the face of our Heiba."

They seem to know their opponents, Cheng Yan heard from these few voices, maybe they often play together, Cheng Yan didn't pay too much attention to these external things, he was doing his own thinking without being disturbed.

"How is it?"

A middle-aged man walked up to Cheng Yan's billiard table, but he was not talking to him, but to Xu Yi who was facing him. Xu Yi waved his hands in a distressed manner, and the middle-aged man said, "Meet your opponent?"

He said and looked at Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan ignored his gaze and just sent the ball into the hole, making a breakthrough.

"Boss Liu, are you also here to cheer for Xu Yi?"

"Boss Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why don't you come to the hall recently?"

"I'm still preparing for the competition," said the middle-aged man. "I haven't been idle for the past two days. This is where the technical director of our hall comes. Let me cheer for you."

"How much is the prize money for this year's competition?"

"Can I owe you guys?" The middle-aged man said: "I am so professional in Heiba, I only hope to cultivate personalities. Whoever has this ability, I will designate whom I will favor, and I will not treat you badly."

They looked very happy chatting.

Xu Yi was not happy, he was so entangled now, there were too many obstacles on the goal ball, it was impossible to get in, seeing his expression of embarrassment, the middle-aged man looked at the table and fell silent.

This situation doesn't seem right anywhere.

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at the young man on the other side of the table.

"Hurry up," everyone who knew Xu Yi urged, "You've been frozen for 2 minutes."

Xu Yi, who was still polite just now, replied, "Shut up."

Everyone laughed and said that the kid still has a temper.

The opponent's shot hit Cheng Yan's arms.

The game he arranged was not solved, the sixth ball was hit by the opponent, and the stable position was in the side bank, without disturbing any ball.

This shot was just right for Cheng Yan, but for the opponent, there was a trace of regret. Xu Yi seemed to have discovered something, and his expression tightened, but the ball had already fallen into the opponent's hands.

Cheng Yan picked up the pole, and when everyone was joking, he had the opportunity to clear the table. Clearing the table not only means sending all the balls in one shot, but also one shot after another without losing the ball. Until all the balls are cleared and the game is over, it can also be called "one stroke clear."

And now there is that opportunity.

Cheng Yan seized the opportunity. This was a game. He didn't intend to play with the opponent for a while. This kind of game was the longest time he had played billiards. Although it went well at the beginning, the opponent's thinking The time was too long, prolonging the entire game. Cheng Yan had planned his next shot while the opponent was thinking, which shows how long the opponent was embarrassed.

After getting the new right to the ball, after the first shot was scored, followed by the second shot and the third shot, the uninterrupted shots blocked the mouths of the audience, and the crowd who were still talking just now were speechless for a moment. It seems to be witnessing the picture of history.

And that Boss Liu, he should be the boss, he stopped teasing Xu Yi, but stared at the table and the figure leaning over the table.

Cheng Yan raised his eyes slightly, and Song Yu stayed silent for a long time. He knew that the best way to shut up others' mouths was strength, and it was useless to talk too much, so when they made fun of Cheng Yan's bad swing of a certain club, Song Yu He was not in a hurry to refute. His rebuttal was like a clown, which made others feel more funny. The real power of rebuttal was Cheng Yan himself, in the last shot of the successive goals.

Cheng Yan looked at his opponent. Before he had time to remember his name, the game was about to end. He saw the panic in his opponent's eyes, as if he was worried that he would score this goal, but Unfortunately, no matter how much he prayed, he couldn't change today's defeat.

Song Yu came with him.

Cheng Yan has no face, and Song Yu has no face.

Since they chose to enter this professional golf hall openly, they never thought of walking out in a disheartened manner.

"Clap."

With a precise strike, the white ball collided with the colored ball, a beautiful line, and slid straight into the hole, and then there was a "da" sound, which was the sound of falling into the net.

No one cheered for Cheng Yan, there were no relatives and friends here, only the silent audience who had been slapped in the face, and some slight footsteps.

Who is nervous?

"Win on the 15th." The referee announced that until that moment, the whole game was extremely awkward, and the atmosphere was quite weird. The person who won the game didn't smile. Cheng Yan put down the cue and asked calmly: "You can go now." ?

The calmer his mood, the more ironic he is to those around him.

"Oh, it's okay, just wait for the next game."

"Thank you." Cheng Yan turned and walked towards Song Yu. Song Yu smiled slightly at him, raised his hand to cover the back of his head, and rubbed it lightly. Everything was silent.

The two left the ballroom.

As soon as he went out and breathed the free air, Cheng Yan couldn't help laughing.

His laughter was so contagious that even Song Yu couldn't convince himself to calm down and laugh with him.

"Is it cool?" Song Yu asked.

"A little bit." Cheng Yan replied with a smile: "I like their performance."

Billiards has always been something that can bring Cheng Yan a sense of accomplishment, never an exception. In his many years of record, he has never walked out of the billiard room in despair. The word "stable" describes it as crushing madness.

"Don't talk anymore," Song Yu thought it was funny, "It should look better if there is no water."

"I didn't put water..."

Song Yu nodded: "Well, maybe."

Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes: "Really! Not this time, he is quite strong."

"So it was there before?"

Cheng Yan rubbed the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Just a little."

I won the first battle, and now I just need to wait for the next notice. It is a good feeling to be recognized in the field I am good at.

He now understands Song Yu's painstaking efforts.

On the way back, the two were chatting, a cat jumped into Cheng Yan's sight, lying on the corner of the street, not afraid of people, the kitten is very fat, with a collar around its neck, it should have an owner, Cheng Yan squatted down to pet it , the kitten showed an expression of enjoyment.

Song Yu stood watching with his pockets in his pockets. He liked this feeling. Play with him what he is good at, wait for the next news with him, play with his favorite cat, and walk towards a better self with him.

"Do you like it?" Song Yu asked.

"Super," Cheng Yan's voice was full of love, accompanied by pity: "But my family doesn't allow it."

"We will raise them in the future."

Cheng Yan looked back expectantly: "Where to raise it?"

Song Yu said: "Raise at home."

Cheng Yan frowned: "Whose family?"

Suspected that the cat owner was coming, Song Yu grabbed Cheng Yan, pulled him up, and said calmly: "Our home."