Originally, not many people went to play ball on the second party.
But once word of Sheffield and Zhou Ziyi's "one-on-one" spread, a large group of people followed quietly. Because this group of people still claimed to be "somewhat prestigious", the stadium they booked was quite good. When they went there, it was equivalent to booking the entire stadium.
However, not many people actually sat down at the table and played seriously. Most people were paying attention to what Zhou Ziyi and Sheffield were doing.
Some people even said directly, "I don't know how to play, just watch you guys play," and then sat near Zhou Ziyi's table.
The owner of the billiard court saw the scene and thought it was almost like a game. The boss, who was doing a booming business today, was not stingy and quickly opened the electronic score sheet and the camera above the table.
The camera footage is projected onto a large color TV hanging nearby, and the path of the ball is clearly visible.
“This is really…”
Tang Shirong sighed: "This is the only scene for a Grand Prix, right? The crowds of spectators are all dark, and the competition venue is the only focus of the whole venue. Ziyi, you really deserve the center position!"
Zhou Ziyi took off his coat and was trying to see how his shirt would move. Hearing this, he glanced at him and asked, "Are you so confident in me?"
"I used to have it, but now..." Tang Shirong touched his chin, "You probably haven't touched it for several years, does it feel good?"
"The feel for it will come if you try hard enough." Zhou Ziyi glanced at the big screen of the live broadcast. "Oh, it's quite interesting. I'll remember to record it when I play well to record the wonderful moments."
"Hey, I'll go talk to the boss and ask him to record all of this." Tang Shirong was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, you should keep an eye on the time. Do you need to report this to Old Yan?"
Zhou Ziyi: "He said we don't need to report and can just play as we please."
"Okay." Tang Shirong smiled and walked away.
Without further ado, let’s start playing ball.
It was Sheffield who kicked off. Before kicking off, he said to Zhou Ziyi, "Let me go first, don't be nervous." Zhou Ziyi thought to himself, "Just pretend to be cool," but his face remained cold and he said nothing.
Then Sheffield kicked off.
It didn't explode. After hitting the green ball, the white ball returned to hide behind it. It was basically a routine act. Zhou Ziyi was wearing a white shirt. He rubbed the tip of the club a few times with chocolate, weighed the club, and then went on the court. Apart from anything else, he looked really good with the white shirt tucked into his pants. His waist was fully exposed, and his upper body didn't look thin. He smiled slightly beside the table, and the picture was so beautiful that it seemed to glow. Those who knew him knew that he was here to play, and those who didn't thought he was here to take pictures.
Sheffield's eyes wandered over him unscrupulously.
Zhou Ziyi ignored others. He had seen it clearly beforehand. After he came on stage, he didn't hesitate much and hit the red ball on the side with a long cue.
Into the bottom pocket.
This club felt average. Zhou Ziyi hadn't touched a club for a few years, so he hit it thin right at the start. He thought about it and hit the middle pocket of a blue ball.
It didn't go in. Not a bad result, but it left a path for the red ball to the bottom pocket.
Sheffield was really good at it. After he came on, he quickly hit four red balls, two black balls, and one blue ball. He didn't hit the last red ball well. He didn't hit the blue ball, but instead knocked out two red balls that were close to each other.
Zhou Ziyi came up again, and this time he seemed to have found some feel for it, and he played five red balls, two black balls, one yellow ball, and one green ball. Then he felt that he couldn't do well with the red ball, so he made a snooker.
This snooker was very precise, almost hiding behind the brown ball. Sheffield was a little surprised, but he just thought it was a coincidence. Zhou Ziyi's previous performance was only average, and Sheffield didn't think it was amazing.
When Sheffield asked him to play basketball, on the one hand, they really liked his looks, and on the other hand, they heard that he was quite good. Now it seems that he is just so-so.
Sheffield and Zhou Ziyi defended each other for a few rounds, and then Sheffield found an opportunity first and hit a few balls. However, he was a little careless and made a mistake in the middle. Zhou Ziyi came up again, calculated in his mind, turned his head and asked: "Is there a penalty point?"
Sheffield was amused: "Of course, dear, if you want."
Tang Shirong sat next to him without saying a word. He glanced at the big screen a few times and guessed what Zhou Ziyi was thinking.
Zhou Ziyi now had to catch up with Sheffield's score. He could either call the black ball and clear the table with one stroke, or create a penalty point opportunity to reduce Sheffield's score. If Zhou Ziyi was not sure of clearing the table, he would have to create a penalty point.
The person who was helping to count the points also quickly took out his mobile phone and confirmed the snooker penalty rules.
However, Zhou Ziyi unexpectedly, cleared the stage, and succeeded!
When he called all the black balls, Sheffield had already foreseen the outcome. However, Sheffield thought that he could handle this situation and it was not difficult, so he did not take it too seriously.
“That’s amazing.”
Sheffield watched Zhou Ziyi stand up from the table, his eyes moving around his lower back, and then looking into the young man's eyes: "Great, ten thousand dollars is in hand. Do you want to get the money now, dear?"
He clapped his hands while talking, his gestures were exaggerated, but there was no sound at all, and his tone was very relaxed. And the tone of his voice when he asked if he wanted to pay now was really infuriating.
At least Tang Shirong was very angry.
Zhou Ziyi was very calm: "I can buy a check holder now."
"Hahaha, good!" Sheffield called and had someone bring him his checkbook and a new check folder. "I'll give it to you right away. Continue?"
Zhou Ziyi took a sip of water: "Okay."
Sheffield gave a meaningful smile.
He probably thought that Zhou Ziyi was charging him to play ball with him now, and he might charge him to sleep with him in the future. Tang Shirong looked at Zhou Ziyi who was calm and composed, and suddenly remembered what he had said before.
—I can bankrupt him.
Tang Shirong: Fuck, are you serious?!
The second game started soon.
Sheffield didn't know what he was thinking, but he was the one who kicked off, and he made a mistake. The red ball was blown up quite obviously, and the cue ball hadn't hidden behind numbers 2, 3, and 4 yet, so it was exposed in broad daylight.
Zhou Ziyi went onto the court carrying his golf club.
He walked around the table twice, his steps were neither fast nor slow, his eyes half closed, with no expression. Some girls looked at him and suddenly thought that he was a mascara expert, and couldn't help but take out their phones to take a few photos.
When Zhou Ziyi heard the "click" sound, he raised his head and was about to say "Don't take pictures" when he suddenly found that Tang Shirong was also taking pictures.
——That’s fine.
Zhou Ziyi lowered his head and smiled. Seeing him strolling for so long without fighting, Sheffield was a little puzzled: "Why, you don't know how to fight anymore?"
"That's not the case." Zhou Ziyi raised his eyes and looked directly at Sheffield, "I just want to know, how much prize money is there for 147 points?"
Sheffield:"……"
"Haha, Sullivan, you really have a lot of dreams!" Sheffield laughed, "You are asking this question now, are you confident that you can hit 147?"
Zhou Ziyi smiled calmly: "I'm just asking. So, is there?"
When he asked if there was a bonus, he was actually asking whether Sheffield could afford the money.
Sheffield had previously quoted two prices, five thousand and ten thousand, so to say no now would be too cheap. So he said, "Of course."
"How much?" Zhou Ziyi raised an eyebrow. "The starting point for the ranking tournament is 5,000 pounds, but that's less than what I get for winning a game. Why bother?"
Sheffield narrowed his eyes when he heard him blatantly asking for money, but he didn't think he could really get 147 points, so he asked, "How much do you say?"
Zhou Ziyi smiled and said, "How can I say that? If I say less, wouldn't it be like I'm looking down on you?"
Sheffield sneered in his heart, thinking that this guy was just showing off. If he really became his financial backer in the future, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him. So Sheffield sneered: "Then increase it tenfold."
Someone nearby couldn't help but whispered, "Sheffield, you need to think carefully..."
Sheffield raised his hand slightly, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.
Zhou Ziyi couldn't let him get away, so he confirmed, "Fifty thousand pounds?"
Sheffield: “Uh-huh.”
Zhou Ziyi: "Plus another 10,000 dollars?"
Sheffield: “…Of course.”
"Okay." Zhou Ziyi smiled. "The prize money for the singles competition won't be very high. I understand. It's just barely enough."
Sheffield almost turned angry at his disgusted tone.
Five minutes later, Sheffield looked at Zhou Ziyi lying on the table with his back to him, his eyes fixed on the young man's butt, and his expression improved a little.
Fifteen minutes later, Sheffield really changed.
With the last black ball falling into the pocket, Zhou Ziyi really scored 147 points!
“What the hell!!!”
Tang Shirong jumped up immediately and rushed to Zhou Ziyi for a big hug: "147!!! Awesome, brother!"
The onlookers couldn't help but applaud.
Zhou Ziyi also smiled with curved eyebrows, hugged Tang Shirong and patted his back.
The only person with a grim face in the audience was Sheffield.
He didn't feel bad about the money, but felt that he had been greatly embarrassed. Zhou Ziyi could actually hit 147! This was not achieved by luck alone, Zhou Ziyi's level was definitely very high!
So why did Sheffield pay him to play? To be humiliated?
But at this moment, someone said, "I advise you to reconsider, Sheffield."
Sheffield gritted his teeth and couldn't help but say something that went against common sense: "It's just luck!"
"That's not just luck." Someone else said, "Zhou Ziyi almost went professional. He was well-known for his high level of playing in the circle, but he just treated it as a hobby and didn't take it seriously... Do you really not know anything about it?"
Sheffield certainly knew.
But he thought it was just a routine boast among men, but he didn't expect that when it came to Zhou Ziyi, he would actually be humble!
When Sheffield's expression was uncertain, Zhou Ziyi walked up to him and smiled: "I'll give you 50,000 pounds and 10,000 dollars. Thank you."
In full view of the public, Sheffield had to sign the check for him for the sake of face.
When he tore it off and handed it over, Sheffield couldn't help but say, "147, that's amazing, congratulations."
“Thank you.” Zhou Ziyi took the check and handed it to Tang Shirong who followed him. “It’s mainly because the opportunity you gave me is so good that I’m itching to take it. Hahahaha!”
What's more annoying is that Tang Shirong added fuel to the fire after putting the check away: "I say, Sheffield, have you ever carefully considered the name Sullivan?"
Sheffield was so angry that he was stunned for a moment: "...What?"
"Sullivan, Ronnie O'Sullivan! Haven't you thought of it yet?!" Tang Shirong laughed and first said the name of the super snooker master, and then said Zhou Ziyi's nickname back then.
"He is, 'Super Little Rocket'!"
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