Goddess Rescue System

"Mr. Li, are we going to follow?" Scarlett breathed out a foul breath and asked.

Li Feng smiled playfully: "I think it's the best policy for you to sneak away in this situation."

"It's very attractive..." Scarlett's eyes flashed, a little moved.

At this moment, Mark Jonathan, who was walking far away, saw Scarlett not following, and immediately turned around and said, "Scarlett, comeon."

Scarlett curled her lips and whispered: "I can't run now."

When the voice fell, she stood up with the corner of her skirt, and quickly followed.

Li Feng shook his head and smiled, and followed them to a billiard room on the second floor.

This billiard room is built according to the standard playing field, except that there is no auditorium, everything else is the same as the standard field.

Whether it is the level of the ground, the selection of the pool table, the design of the lighting, or the details of the player's rest chair, we strive for perfection.

In more detail, the club also provides professional referees and tries its best to create a game atmosphere for customers.

So many billiard fans will come to the Navigator Club to play. Before, Mark Jonathan was playing billiards with his friends on the second floor, and he went down after hearing Scarlett.

After Jim and Mark each chose a pool cue, the referee stepped forward to swing the ball.

The two players are not playing fancy nine goals, but snooker. Snooker is more difficult than fancy nine goals because the snooker table is large, the long-range attack is difficult, the pocket is small, and the ball is also Smaller than the fancy nine-ball ball.

And when playing snooker, you must pay attention to defense when attacking. After all, defense is the essence of snooker.

There is a player in China who won the world snooker championship. He used to play nine goals and clear the table with one stroke without a hand frame.

On the contrary, it is difficult for a fancy nine-ball champion to play snooker in a single stroke.

Of course, snooker and nine-ball belong to two sports, and it is unfair to compare them together. If the nine-ball champion practices snooker from an early age, it is not necessarily worse than the current snooker champion.

After the swing is over, the referee toss a coin.

"I guess the number." Jim Albert said first.

Mark Jonathan's expression stagnated: "I want to guess the numbers too."

"Then I let you, I guess the pattern?" Jim Albert said mockingly.

"Hmph, no need, I guess the pattern." Mark Jonathan sneered and rejected his "kindness."

The referee removed his right hand, revealing the coin on his arm with the pattern facing upward.

"Sheet!" Mark Jonathan cursed in a low voice.

Opposite, Jim Albert had a smug smile on his face.

The difference with nine goals is that the person who kicks off first in a snooker game will suffer a little bit. Under normal circumstances, the person who kicks off first will not score a goal and can only make a snooker nudge.

If you want to score a goal, you have to kick-off vigorously. If 21 **** are exploded in one stroke, but no red goal is scored, it is easy to be cleared by the opponent.

Of course, this is for professional players. It is too difficult for amateur players to clear the stage with one stroke.

Although Mark Jonathan was an amateur, he had hired a coach to do professional training, and his level was much higher than that of ordinary amateurs. After taking a deep breath, he lay down on the table and took a shot for a while, then gave a light push.

"Snapped"

The white ball hit the red ball at the right rear of the red ball. The red ball rolled back to the right and then stopped. The other 14 red **** just spread out a bit and still look from a distance. Very close.

The white ball hit the bottom table and rolled to the right rear of the black ball.

A snooker that looks more exciting among amateur players!

"Pretty!"

"Snooker!"

"Mark, you are amazing!"

Mark Jonathan's entourage all praised.

Mark Jonathan raised his hands and accepted the compliments of his followers.

"Call"

Jim Albert's entourage immediately booed.

"You are too early to be happy? The black ball did not completely block the path of the white ball."

Jim Albert gave a sneer, walked to the table with the cue, leaned over and took a glance, and rolled it out cleanly.

"Snapped"

The white ball traversed an arc, easily bypassed the black ball and hit the red ball pile.

In seconds, the strength of the white ball almost disappeared after hitting the pile of red balls, but stopped after rebounding a few centimeters.

The pile of red **** was still not scattered, but the distance between them was about half a centimeter larger.

"Jim, good job!"

"Oh! Jim, you are a snooker genius!"

"The little emperor of the table, Jim!"

Jim Albert stretched out his arms and accepted the cheers of his followers.

Mark Jonathan's entourage naturally countered with boos.

"whispering sound."

Mark Jonathan curled his lips and went back on the court with his cue.

In the following time, the two played three more shots alternately. Except for the piles of red **** scattered, none of the red **** were scored...

Although neither of them scored, their entourage was very excited. Every time they hit the ball, they would cheer. The cries of "Little Rockets" and "Little Emperors" kept coming!

If you don't look at the situation on the court, and just look at the performance of the entourage of both sides, I would think that both of them have achieved a single stroke of more than 100 results.

"My Nima... the little rocket on the table? The little emperor on the table? That's it?"

Li Feng couldn't stand it anymore. It was so scorching. He thought that the two would play a hearty attack, or they would make a wonderful snooker and let the other party foul to death. The result...

This is what novices peck at each other!

Scarlett heard his spit and couldn't help covering her mouth with a smile and said: "I think they can play well. Although it is a bit worse than the professional players, it is quite good among the amateur players."

Li Feng raised his eyebrows: "Isn't my little bully who deserves to have a name?"

Scarlett's face was stunned: "The table... the table bully?"

"Yes." Li Feng nodded, and said of course: "I play snooker very well."

"How powerful is it?" Scarlett became interested.

Li Feng pondered for two seconds: "Um...Single shot 147?"

Scarlett: "..."

Emily: "..."

Yarn single pole 147, do you think this is a game? Not to mention amateur players, even among the professional players participating in the World Championships, how many of them have shot 147 in a single shot in a regular game?

If you want to make a single shot of 147, you have to clear the table in one shot. Every time you score a red ball, you must score the highest-scoring black ball. This difficulty can be imagined.

Even O'Sullivan, known as the Rockets, has "only" 15 single shots in his career, but he has won 72 championships!

Therefore, Li Feng's words became bragging in the ears of the two women...

"Hehe, if you can hit 147 in a single stroke, I'll eat the cue!" Emily sneered.

"Forget it, the club did nothing wrong." Li Feng said with a shrug.

Emily: "???"

Scarlett: "???"

This man... speaks easily!

Just as the two women were stunned, Jim Albert’s loud roar suddenly came from a distance: "YES! Go in! I finally got in!"