Chapter 378 Misjudgment
It was time for Zhang Nianzu and Mr. Hong to gamble on football, and Lei Tingting and a group of clansmen were waiting at the door to set off.
Zhang Nianzu went to bed early yesterday. He took a refreshing shower, changed his clothes, and smiled when he saw the crowd outside: "Wow, there are so many people here."
Li Erhu said: "Let's go and cheer you up!"
Lei Tingting stepped forward and whispered, "How do you feel?" She knew Zhang Nianzu's personality. He probably made it so ceremonial because he was unsure...
Zhang Nianzu winked at her and said, "We can only do our best. If we lose..."
Lei Tingting hurriedly said, "Pooh, pooh, pooh, don't say unlucky words."
The place for playing basketball was a high-class music bar. It was unknown whether Mr. Hong had reserved the place or it was originally his business. Anyway, when Zhang Nianzu and his friends arrived, there was only one waiter to greet them. Liu Laoliu and Madam Qian were sitting on the high stools in front of the bar, chatting casually. When they saw Zhang Nianzu and his friends coming, Liu Laoliu jumped to the ground and said, "Playing basketball is not a war. Why bring so many door gods with you?"
Zhang Nianzu said: "Your standards are very high, the three queen ants are here."
Liu Laoliu lowered his voice and said, "It's enough for you to know the position of Madam Qian and I. On the surface, we still have to stand with Mr. Hong."
Zhang Nianzu smiled and said, " I understand."
At this moment, Lei Tingting was holding Madam Qian's hand, and the two of them were talking privately like mother and daughter. Lei Tingting suddenly became worried and asked, "If Nianzu beats me, will I never see you again?"
Madam Qian said, "If you want to see me so much, just stay in the Ant Tribe."
Lei Tingting made a face.
Madam Qian asked, "How is Zhang Nianzu's preparation?"
Lei Tingting sighed and said, "It's hard to say."
Mrs. Qian said, "Then you probably can't leave. Mr. Hong is very powerful."
These words seemed to be the background music as Mr. Hong made a brilliant appearance at the right moment. He was wearing a tight-fitting vest and carrying a high-end leather suitcase containing golf clubs. He walked with steady steps and a strong aura. He glanced over here coldly and everyone unconsciously felt the pressure.
"Let's get started without further ado. 16 balls, grab 5." Mr. Hong opened the cue box and laid out the clubs of different lengths. He looked like the ever-victorious General Zhao Zilong stroking his rifle before a battle, or like a cold-blooded sniper putting on a sniper scope.
Zhang Nianzu didn't have so many tricks. He picked up a cue from the table. He had been practicing a lot at home these days, but since he had no opponent, he had no way to test his results. His technical and tactical state was definitely not as good as the match with Wang Yao.
Jia Xiaolong didn't understand anything else, but he understood one thing: Zhang Nianzu was his own man, and now he wanted to fight with others, so he said, "Zhang Nianzu, kill this old guy!" Everyone laughed.
Li Changgui scolded him, "Don't talk like that, be polite."
Jia Xiaolong said: "Zhang Nianzu, please kill this old guy!"
Mr. Hong was unmoved and said to Zhang Nianzu, "Now we are fighting for the ball. For the sake of fairness, we will not follow the formal rules. Let's flip a coin and you choose one side."
Zhang Nianzu said: "I choose the flowers."
Mr. Red tossed the coin and let it land face up on the floor.
Mr. Hong made a gesture of invitation.
Zhang Nianzu came on the court and hit the whole plate with one shot, with one ball falling into the pocket.
"Hey, you're strong. You can win!" Wei Biao praised. He has been hanging around the streets for many years, so he can tell a little bit whether a man can hit him or not. Zhang Nianzu has standard posture and good strength. In his opinion, he is already a master.
Liu Laoliu stood beside him and said, "Strength alone is not enough, this thing relies on technique."
Zhang Nianzu collected three colored balls and lost the ball due to a mistake.
Mr. Hong held the golf cue in his hand, calm as a mountain. He looked around the table for a long time, then suddenly hit the ball and hid the white ball behind a flower ball.
Wei Biao and Liu Laoliu muttered in unison: "Old bitch!"
At this moment, the path of the white ball entering the pocket was also blocked by the flower ball. The only way to solve the snooker was to use the cue like Wang Yao did that day to make the white ball spin out. Zhang Nianzu had also practiced this technique before. There were only two consequences: either the leather head of the cue would be knocked off, or a hole would be poked in the tablecloth. Later, he found that practicing this technique in a limited time was too cost-effective, so he gave up. At this time, he could only smile bitterly and admit to being guilty of a foul.
Mr. Hong looked very pleased with himself. Just as he was about to take a free kick, he heard a tapping noise. It turned out that Jia Xiaolong took two balls out of the pocket and played with them by hitting them against each other in his hands.
Mr. Hong said to the waiter, "Find something for this kid to do!"
The waiter was also smart. He brought a bunch of drinks and snacks. Jia Xiaolong gulped them down without caring about anything else.
Mr. Hong placed the white ball behind a more difficult flower ball, and hit the table with a few shots. Li Changgui came to Zhang Nianzu and whispered, "How is it? Is it a bit tricky?"
Zhang Nianzu said, "It's hard to tell now." Mr. Hong's ability to knock down those balls was basic. His true level depends on how he can revive a dead ball. When he was hitting the second to last flower ball, Mr. Hong pulled back the cue with force, and the white ball went backwards and hit the flower ball. His intention to knock the ball out was obvious, but it didn't come to the target.
Zhang Nianzu said: "It will be difficult, but there is still a fight."
There was only this one twist in the first game, as Mr. Hong failed to knock down the last flower ball, allowing Zhang Nianzu to win a point.
Jia Xiaolong had seen enough, so he stood up and said, "Let's go." When he learned that he still had to play many games, he went to the toilet alone.
Mr. Hong said nonchalantly, "You were careless. It seems like it's impossible to win against zero. I'll beat you five to one."
Lei Tingting's heart, which had just been somewhat relieved, began to tighten again. She knew that Mr. Hong would not make boastful promises casually. Although this bet seemed a bit ridiculous, it was actually not funny at all. It represented the spirit of contract. If Zhang Nianzu lost, their journey together would be filled with endless troubles.
Mr. Hong teed off, and the ball also exploded all over the table, and some balls fell into the pockets. Wei Biao said in distress: "The old guy is quite strong!"
Mr. Red saw that there was no particularly good attack route, so he hid the white ball again...
In the second game, people discovered a phenomenon. Unlike Mr. Hong's straightforward and fiery character, he played the game extremely deceitfully. His favorite trick was to create obstacles. He was sneaky and cunning, always thinking about stealing things. After watching him for a long time, people would easily have the urge to PK with him in person.
Liu Laoliu saw that everyone's eyes were on him, so he jumped up and said, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't teach you that!"
Mrs. Qian also frowned and said, "Lao Hong, this is the first time I see you play. Is this what you call 'professional level'?"
Mr. Hong said calmly, "Billiards is a sport that tests one's character. You amateurs don't understand its true meaning. It's easy to win by just attacking, but what's the difference between that and throwing the ball into a basket with your hands?" After he finished speaking, he lost another game. Mr. Hong nodded slightly and said, "It seems like it's time to show your true skills. Five to two is acceptable, right?"
Lei Tingting was worried x2.
At the beginning of the new game, Mr. Hong really showed his thunderous style, but it would be better if he didn't show it. This display exposed many other problems: he relied on luck in long-range games, and had a low error rate in the middle-range games, but he relied on luck in positioning. Only the basic balls were played vigorously. Zhang Nianzu suddenly realized what he meant by "it's easy to win by attacking blindly". It was much easier for him to win when he did so. In short, Mr. Hong's level is still good among amateurs. He is the kind of player that Zhang Nianzu would fight with if he didn't deliberately train hard, but it is not at all related to "professional level"...
Zhang Nianzu won again, and the onlookers said in unison for Mr. Hong: "Well, five to three is acceptable."
Lei Tingting is no longer panicking...
When Zhang Nianzu scored 4-0, Mr. Hong finally got a chance to clear the table. The position of the target ball for the last shot was also very good. The black ball was at the entrance of the hole. Once this ball went in, he would surely win the game . Mr. Hong held his breath and stared at the shot. The number 6 ball rolled accurately towards the pocket and was about to go in. Unexpectedly, something went wrong at the last moment. It was obviously a round ball, but it ran off the side as if it had a limp, and finally swayed at the pocket for a few times but didn't go in.
Everyone was puzzled. Someone whispered, "Could it be that Mr. Hong deliberately let the game go?"
When Mr. Hong heard this, he jumped up in anger and said, "Bullshit! There must be something fishy going on here!"
Wei Biao said: "You chose the place and the things!"
Mr. Hong rushed to the number 6 ball that had not been pocketed and picked it up to check. He suddenly found a big hole on the surface of the ball, which caused it to deviate from the track when it rolled. Suddenly, a scene appeared in front of everyone: Jia Xiaolong was playing with two balls hitting each other...
It turned out that he had broken the ball at that time.
Mr. Hong was frantic and asked, "How do we calculate this?"
Liu Laoliu said, "How else can I calculate it? Zhang Nianzu just hit it. Maybe this is God's will. There is a saying in football games that the referee's misjudgment is also part of football. The same is true for billiards. Even if there is a hole on the ball, it is still a ball. Hey, this is called counting the ball."
