Chapter 22 Lightning! Fast as lightning.

  "Can we start now? Wang Chen..." Bai Yu said with a hint of arrogance, raising his head and speaking in a calm tone.

  Wang Chen swallowed his saliva, and it was clear that he was very nervous at the moment. Suddenly, soft music with a slight rhythm echoed in the billiard hall, teasing the nerves of the ball players, and the sound of the balls colliding became even louder. Wang Chen took a deep breath, turned his head to glance at the expectant and anxious eyes of his classmates.

  "Can we start? Am I right in opening?" Wang Chen asked nervously. Bai Yu nodded his head, indicating that Wang Chen could proceed as he pleased.

  Wang Chen saw the situation, leaned forward, five fingers open, thumb raised high, holding up the cue stick, tried the feeling, aimed at the white ball, and with a "pa" sound, the white ball was hit out, hitting open the fifteen balls in a triangular shape. The fifteen balls scattered on the table, the two and five balls slowly fell into the pocket, two half-balls, that is to say Wang Chen's next shot should be a half-ball. Next, the white ball also stopped at a dead angle, commonly known as "K" in popular billiards.

  Wang Chen's performance was very smooth and didn't have his initial awkwardness.

  "Wang Chen did well under pressure, but... Bai Yu isn't someone to be underestimated either." Fang Zhan Yan sat in the rest area, gently pushing his glasses up, and said fairly objectively to Chu Feng beside him.

  Chu Feng also nodded; "We all know Wang Chen's level, but the only advantage of this kind of mass shooting is that at the beginning, you can rely on luck to hit a few balls, and then the next link will be very beneficial. Fifteen balls, it's not hard for Wang Chen to win..."

  Jiang Xingxiao, sitting on Chu Feng's left side, lit a cigarette and made some comments in a manner that was both casual and serious. "Not bad, apart from the posture, this first shot can be said to be flawless. Tsk tsk, two goals were scored."

  ……

  Just as they were talking about Wang Chen's goal, Bai Yu had already turned around and sat back down beside Gao Meng, looking even more relaxed, as if two goals were no big deal.

  Wang Chen glanced at Bai Yu, his fingers gripping the club handle had already turned white, apparently, Wang Chen was also enraged.

  He shifted his feet, walked up to the cue ball, and carefully examined the angle. Wang Chen furrowed his brow; this "kiss" was a "dead kiss", meaning there was no possible angle to play, unless he banked it, otherwise it was absolutely impossible to hit any other half of the table.

  "Looks like Wang Chen is going to try pole vaulting." Guo Zheng suddenly blurted out.

  Chu Feng gave him a strange look; "How did you know?" Guo Zheng shook his head; "Can't you see? From this angle, if you want to save the ball, you can only block it. Don't think that there are few taboos in mass table tennis. If the cue ball doesn't hit your own ball but hits someone else's, then it's a foul serve and we have to give the opponent a free shot."

  Chu Feng nodded, but didn't ask any more questions, focusing on watching Wang Chen's pole-climbing technique.

  Wang Chen furrowed his brow in thought, while Bai Yu had already propped up his second leg, picked up the drink he brought with him and took a sip, watching Wang Chen with great interest.

  Very quickly, Wang Chen made an unexpected move, slowly sitting down at the edge of the table, holding the racket upside down with four fingers standing on the table and his thumb raised high, making a rather peculiar serving motion.

  "What does he want to do? This balance is not enough, I'm afraid it can't be tied up." Chu Feng said somewhat anxiously.

  The words had barely fallen when a crisp sound was heard, and Wang Chen had already completed the action of striking the cue ball. The white ball flew up to a height of about two palms, drew an arc, and directly hit the No. 7 ball near the middle pocket, slightly grazing it, and the No. 7 ball only rotated slightly before stopping beside the middle pocket.

  Wang Chen let out a quiet sigh, stepped down from the stage and walked towards Chu Feng and others. Bai Yu smiled faintly and walked towards the front of the stage.

  "Wang Chen, I didn't expect you to still be hiding your true abilities. That last move was enough to take on Chu Feng in a one-on-one match." Fang Zhan Yan smiled as he looked at Wang Chen, offering words of praise.

  Wang Chen nodded slightly and sat in the empty space that Chu Feng had given up, sandwiched between Chu Feng and Fang Zhan Yan, once again becoming a buffer.

  Fang Zhan-yen finished speaking and stared at Bai Yu's movements, as if trying to see something, but what happened next left them stunned.

  Bai Yu adjusted his gloves, placed the club on his fingers to test the feel, took a few deep breaths, and then started hitting other shots. Each angle was impeccable, and he managed to sink the ball into the hole with a series of daring and precise shots.

  A moment later, White Feather knocked down Black 8, and the only balls left on the table were Wang Chen's five half-balls. White Feather gently removed his gloves and threw them onto the table, glancing in Wang Chen's direction and said calmly: "Concede? If not, we can play another round."

  "I'll accompany you," Wang Chen hadn't spoken yet, but Chu Feng had already stood up, provokingly staring at Bai Yu.

  White Feather smiled and said, "Alright, let's choose a straw."

  Chu Feng didn't waste any words either, went over to the table and randomly picked up a cue stick before coming back; "Who's going first?"

  "Whatever you think is convenient." Bai Yu had always been very casual.

  The service staff called out the score, Chu Feng sneered and bent down to pick up the cue stick. With a loud crack, he hit the white ball, scattering 15 balls everywhere. Chu Feng's strength was very skillful, hitting the white ball, and he muttered to himself: "One... two... three..."

  Four balls went in, three and a half were round, one was round.

  "Well, that's good... Chu Feng performed well too. Looks like Bai Yu is in trouble." Fang Zhanyan said with a smile, stroking his chin.

  The people around him also nodded in agreement. After all, scoring four goals at the start of the game wasn't entirely due to luck; strength was a big part of it too.

  Chu Feng looked at his own results with satisfaction and said to Bai Yu, who was quietly watching from the side: "Three half spheres, one full sphere, I'll hit the half ones, you hit the full one."

  Bai Yu nodded casually, still with a relaxed and unruffled expression.

  Chu Feng curled his lip, silently cursing the show-off, then picked up the chalk and wiped it on the cue tip. The white ball was well-positioned, with three balls almost in a straight line. Chu Feng leaned against the table edge, closed one eye, aimed at the farthest 7-ball, lightly tested it, and with a "crack" sound, struck the white ball, which drew an arc on the table and hit the 7-ball without any suspense, dropping into the pocket.

  Chu Feng tapped his racket with his hand and gave Bai Yu a provocative look, as if saying "How about it? Can you handle it?"

  Bai Yu smiled slightly and closed her eyes without speaking.

  Chu Feng hummed and walked towards the white ball, measured it, then aimed at the 5th ball and casually said: "Into the pocket." "Into the pocket" is a common term in mass billiards, meaning to hit the ball into the hole, either of the two holes can be used. This greatly increases the chances of getting the ball into the pocket, so mass billiards is a favorite among people who love playing billiards but don't have much technique.

  The white ball was struck by Chu Feng with great force, and it violently collided with the 5th ball. The 5th ball bounced off the edge of the table and then rebounded back down, and that position just happened to be the middle pocket!

  Chu Feng couldn't help but laugh at this moment, as if victory was within sight. However, the next moment he was disappointed again. After No. 5 ball fell into the hole and rotated a circle, it bounced out and rolled to one side.

  "My god, is this really happening? A once-in-a-century good fortune!" Jiang Xingxiao exclaimed.

  No one noticed that Wang Chen's hand trembled slightly, as if he was also worried that Chu Feng might win.

  Chu Feng didn't expect the ball to spit out, but he still sulkily pouted and turned around to walk towards the rest area, watching as Bai Yu walked to the edge of the table.

  "Playing pool is not just about feeling the ball and luck, technique or experience, and special moves are equally important." Bai Yu stood by the table, holding a cue stick with one hand, smiling at Chu Feng.

  Chu Feng and several others heard Bai Yu's words and were all stunned, thinking to themselves: "Ultimate move?" Bai Yu's next action immediately dispelled the crowd's doubts.

  Bai Yu's movements were extremely gentle, slowly placing his hand on the table, holding the cue stick, his eyes fixed intently on the white ball, while the cue stick was constantly rotating in his hand, as if preparing to drill through the white ball like an electric drill.

  Suddenly, Bai Yu's hands seemed to have finished brewing, and the cue stick stopped rotating. The next moment, the cue stick in Bai Yu's hand turned into a residual shadow, and the white ball had already been hit out! Drawing an arc of lightning, all the balls on the table were cleared into the hole, shocking Chu Feng and others, who couldn't think of anything else except shock at this moment.

  This has completely exceeded everyone's imagination, is this still playing billiards?

  Bai Yu seemed very satisfied with everyone's reaction, and smiled slightly, explaining: "This move is called Lightning..."

  "Lightning... as fast as lightning, one move and the stage is cleared!!" Fang Zhan Yan muttered to himself, pushing his glasses up, he was also stunned.

  The performance of Bai Yu just now has attracted the attention of many people, and some ball fans are surprised to put down their clubs and point at Bai Yu.