Almighty Sportsman

Chapter 16

"The night gave me black eyes..."

Just as Yi Qian walked out of the mobile phone shop, the phone rang suddenly.

When I saw the call notification, it was my mother.

"It's broken. I told my parents to come back as soon as possible. It's been two days and I forgot to tell my family."

Yi Gan was a little nervous holding the phone, but he still connected. "mom."

"Fuck, where are you? I said I would go home on the 3th. It's already the [-]rd. Have you arrived at Xiongguan?"

I am ashamed to say that after the [-] holiday, when Yi Gan arrived in Xiongguan, he was called by his friends to participate in a billiards game. After triggering the Shenhao system, he was busy making money and hadn't returned home yet.

But this time, after preparing gifts for his parents, Yi Qian could finally go home confidently, and even spoke calmly.

"Mom, I just came back. I'm meeting a friend tonight. I'll go home for lunch tomorrow."

The joyful voice of Yi Gan's mother Wang Qingyue came from the phone.

"Okay, just come back. Mom will prepare delicious food for you tomorrow."

Yi Qian hung up the phone, thinking of his parents' happy faces when they got the new mobile phones, with a trace of guilt and relief in his eyes.

When Yi Qian returned to the ball room, he saw that Zhang Fei was placed on the No. 1 TV station where he had just played, and there were many spectators around the table.

Yi Qian walked to the stage and heard many people discussing the game.

"Zhang Fei is so powerful now that Li Jun is no match for him."

"I really didn't expect it. I thought that even if Li Jun couldn't beat him, he could at least win two or three rounds. I didn't expect that he didn't even have a chance to get started."

"The gap is too big. With Zhang Fei's strength, I feel that Brother Zhao is no match."

"It seems that the important task of confronting Ma Chenyang and defending the honor of Xiongguan billiards rests on Zhang Fei."

Yi Gan looked at the scoreboard, and the score had reached 4-0, which coincided with Li Jun's kick-off.

Li Jun kicked off and didn't score.

Li Jun sighed, his eyes lost their luster, and he sat down slumped.

Zhang Fei played confidently, three times, five times and two times, his batting rhythm was faster than O'Sullivan's. The average time for a ball was less than 10 seconds, and he was dazzled for a while, and the table was cleared.

With a score of 5:0, Zhang Fei advances!
The onlookers burst into warm applause, with admiration in their eyes, and some fans even looked in admiration.

Zhang Fei looked a little embarrassed, his old face blushed, he quickly put away his cue and fled.

At this time, everyone began to comfort Wang Jun instead.

"Old Wang, don't be discouraged. Zhang Fei has gone berserk. It's useless to anyone. It's not because you didn't fight well."

Wang Jun didn't say his words of gratitude, but the second half of the sentence made him swallow his words, and he said depressedly, "It's not that I didn't play well, I didn't get started..."

Zhang Fei saw the admiring eyes of Yi Gan in the crowd, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

At this time, the boss's broadcast came again.

"Yi Gan vs. Wang Haiyang, TV channel No. 2, Yi Gan is in S position and Wang Haiyang is in A position. Yi Gan gives way to Wang Haiyang."

Zhang Fei gave Yi Gan a thumbs up, cheering for Yi Gan.

Yi Gan nodded, went to the club cabinet to get the clubs, and came to TV No. 2.

Wang Haiyang had finished preparations, looked at Yi Gan and sighed, "Qian'er, have you taken some magic pill, or have you been possessed by O'Sullivan's soul."

"Before you were in B and I was in A, and I will give you the second one."

"It's been a while since we last seen each other. You're already in S mode, give me the last one."

Yi Qian just smiled without explaining much.

The two sides guessed and the game started.

Since this game is against an acquaintance, and the level of the opponent is no threat to the current Yi Qian at all.

Yi Gan also played more casually, often giving Wang Haiyang a chance.

You come and go, the score came to 4 to 4.

Wang Haiyang didn't see the scene where Yi Gan beat Wang Dongde, but he also knew that the S file was equivalent to Zhao Shibin and Zhang Fei's level, so he had already given up hope.

Unexpectedly, the level shown by Yi Gan seems to be not far behind after giving himself the ball.

In the last game, Wang Haiyang kicked off.

Wang Haiyang instantly felt that he had a better chance of winning.

When the kick-off failed, Wang Haiyang stood by with his club, waiting for Yi Gan to make a mistake so he could get started.

Yi Qian couldn't help being a little funny as he watched Wang Haiyang staring at the game.

He could beat Wang Dongde 5-2, but he tied Wang Haiyang 4-4.

It's not that Wang Haiyang is stronger than Wang Dongde.

而是他觉得可以控制球局，顺便多刷点钱。毕竟5比0赢球等于也就进30多颗球，打成4比4的话，能多进10颗球。

This is more than 300 yuan.

Without props, it is not that easy to score a goal from the kick-off. The chance of clearing the table in one shot is not high. It is not as fast as scoring a few more goals to make money.

Now it's double match point, whoever wins the round wins the whole game.

Yi Qian naturally wouldn't give his opponent another chance.

Wang Haiyang only felt that Yi Qian's eyes suddenly changed, his whole demeanor changed, and he became focused from a lazy state.

Sharp accuracy, smooth force, and exquisite positioning.

Wang Haiyang only felt that the professional players he saw in the video were nothing more than this.

Until Yi Qian took a step back, aimed at his stance, and was about to hit the ball.

Only then did Wang Haiyang find out that Yi Qian had scored 7 goals in a row, and only the last black eight was left. If he scored, he would win.

"It turns out that this is his true strength!"

Wang Haiyang was a little shocked to see a golfer he was familiar with display such strong strength, but he was also a little proud at the same time.

"Clap clap clap!"

Yi Gan scored a black eight and turned around to see Wang Haiyang applauding desperately.

Can't help but smile shyly, "Brother Haiyang, I'm sorry."

"Gan'er, you're awesome. I didn't lose unfairly."

Wang Haiyang did not feel frustrated or unwilling to lose at all, but only encouraged and expected, "Come on, I am optimistic about you winning the championship!"

Wang Haiyang's generous encouragement shocked Yi Qian. He felt that although he won the competition, he still had a lot to learn from Wang Haiyang in terms of life.

Even the joy of earning nearly 2000 yuan after playing a game has been diluted a lot.

Yi Qian took stock of his gains and expenses today.

I saved more than 1 yuan from practice and games before, and I gave Zhang Fei a month's salary in advance and nearly 1 yuan.

I basically ran out of money to buy two mobile phones for my parents, and now I have earned more than 2000 yuan by playing a game.

Now the balance is 2180 yuan, but the points have reached 12452.

Ma Chenyang, wait for the move!Yi Feng is full of expectations for the upcoming peak duel.

(End of this chapter)