Zhou Ziyi's 147 points in this game spread throughout his circle of friends before he even left the court.
It wasn't Tang Shirong who posted it. Several people took photos and even videos of the big screen and scoreboard and posted them on their Moments.
These people originally came to see Zhou Ziyi and Sheffield's excitement. Now that Zhou Ziyi scored 147, Sheffield had no chance, and everyone posted on their Moments with words like "Awesome", "Explosive", "As expected of a little rocket".
Girls also posted some, and they would add "so handsome" in the caption, mainly praising their looks.
The circles of these people overlapped with Yan Xiuji's circle of friends, and Yan Xiuji saw them when he casually scrolled through them before going to bed.
"147 points..."
President Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the photo on the phone screen. Somehow, he couldn't swipe the screen anymore.
The young man in the photo is wearing a white shirt with his sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing his bony wrists. He holds the club in one hand and polishes chocolates with the other, his head slightly tilted toward the table, his eyes downcast as he looks at the tabletop. Against the slightly dark background, his waistline outlined by the white shirt and belt stands out. It's a white and quiet photo, but it gives people a certain seductive meaning.
Yan Xiuji stared at it for a few seconds and finally swiped to the next one.
This photo was taken when Zhou Ziyi was playing basketball. The angle of the photo was very good, and his face was captured. He was leaning over the table, his eyes fixed on the ball, and the sharpness in his eyes made Yan Xiuji feel the tense atmosphere. Yan Xiuji usually saw Zhou Ziyi as active, relaxed, and lazy, and occasionally a little gloomy, but he rarely saw such a sharp side of him.
It was like a taut bow, ready to break through the air and take the head in the next moment!
If you flip down this photo, you will see the scoreboard with 147 points.
This is not a handmade scoreboard made of wood or metal, but an LED scoreboard with the bright red "147" clearly visible. Behind the silent numbers is a game of super snooker that is well calculated.
Yan Xiuzhi doesn't play snooker very often, but he knows how rare it is.
Zhou Ziyi liked to act weak and well-behaved in front of him, and would deliberately make some irritating jokes. But at this moment, he suddenly became strong, confident, and invincible.
Yan Xiuzhi suddenly realized: I still didn’t investigate enough... I don’t know him well enough.
Unconsciously, he flipped back to the previous photo.
This time, Yan Xiuji's eyes inadvertently fell on the young man's fingers holding the golf club.
Slender, very white, holding the club steadily.
It was also these hands that once gently stroked Yan Xiuzhi's face, wiping away the remaining stains of eyewash bit by bit.
Yan Xiuzhi stared at the photo, some vague thoughts flashing through his mind, and finally converged into a sentence.
——How about...give him some pocket money to congratulate him?
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Zhou Ziyi didn't pay attention to what was happening behind him. He played three games with Sheffield in total and then left the court.
In the third game, Zhou Ziyi didn't hit 147, and didn't even attack hard, he just made snookers and penalty points for Sheffield. Sheffield was already angry and his mentality was very unstable, and with Zhou Ziyi being so crazy, he was really...crippled by penalty points.
The comrade who was helping to keep score looked at the scoreboard and asked the person next to him: "What... negative points, should they still be recorded?"
The people around laughed with glee.
A few seconds later, Tang Shirong saw the negative number on the scoreboard and burst into laughter.
"HAHAHAHA negative score! Oh my god Sheffield, you're negative hahahaha!!!"
Sheffield glared at him with a sullen face. Tang Shirong even pretended to cover his mouth: "Oh, should I not disturb the battle? Then I will fine myself a hundred dollars, hahahaha..."
Tang Shirong covered his mouth, but the game was not finished after all.
With Zhou Ziyi targeting him, Sheffield's score kept falling. He threw his club in anger and turned to leave. Zhou Ziyi was talking to Tang Shirong in the back, speaking loudly in English. It was obvious who he was talking to: "Hey? Brother Tang, you didn't pay me for this round?"
Tang Shirong said, his voice even louder than Zhou Ziyi's: "You won't pay until the fight is over?"
Sheffield heard it all clearly, so he had to sign another check. When he tore it over to Zhou Ziyi, he was angry: "You actually make money from this. It seems that your husband really doesn't treat you well."
These words were deliberately said to be unpleasant. Zhou Ziyi calmly put on his pink sunglasses and smiled: "Then do you still want to fight?"
Still fighting?
If you hit me, you're just throwing your face on the ground and letting others step on it!
Sheffield slammed the door and left.
Tang Shirong helped Zhou Ziyi put away the check and sighed: "The food is the original sin."
This was a bit arrogant. Everyone looked at Zhou Ziyi and Tang Shirong, wondering whether Sheffield would teach them a lesson.
But think about it, Zhou Ziyi has Yan Xiuji behind him, why worry about him? Zhou Ziyi dared to torment Sheffield like this, it seems that he is not afraid.
However, Zhou Ziyi is really amazing, he can use a golf club to make Sheffield so angry. This makes people no longer think about money. With Zhou Ziyi's skills, it is really unfair to not pay him for playing golf.
In a flash, these people posted Zhou Ziyi's great achievements on their Moments.
No one was so angry that they left the scene. They just took negative signs and continued to praise Zhou Ziyi in various ways. However, many of these people's friends have sent private messages asking who was beaten so badly, and Sheffield's name has spread all over the country.
Later, someone took a screenshot and posted it on Weibo. Zhou Ziyi had amazing skills and was very good-looking, so she became a bit famous instantly. But that’s another story.
President Yan also saw the negative sign in his last swipe before going to bed. Somehow, when Yan Xiuji saw this sign, he suddenly curled his lips unconsciously.
——This is him.
——This guy is the most shameless one.
——However, you can add a little more pocket money...
Zhou Ziyi didn't know that money was falling from the sky, although a lot of it had already fallen in Sheffield.
He finally let out some of the anger that Sheffield had for insulting him, turned around and put on his coat, put his check folder in his pocket, and raised his chin to Tang Shirong: "Come on, Brother Tang, let's have a drink, I'll treat you!"
Tang Shirong was amused: "You're treating me with the one hundred dollars I just gave you? The wool comes from the sheep?"
Others present also joined in the fun: "We'll go too, we'll pay for it ourselves!"
"No, Brother Tang and I are going to eat at a roadside stall, so don't go and lower your status." Zhou Ziyi half-jokingly blocked their words, drank the red wine in the glass, and glanced at Tang Shirong, "Just say whether you want to leave or not?"
Tang Shirong: "Let's go!"
It was almost two o'clock in the morning when Zhou Ziyi and Tang Shirong left the stadium.
By the time they got to the place for supper by online taxi, it was already past 2:30 in the morning. The place was on the street, very lively, crowded, and the smell of fireworks and barbecue mixed in the air. Fortunately, Tang Shirong didn't insist on driving the sports car after drinking, otherwise it would really be out of place.
As soon as the skewers were served and a beer was poured, the two men, who were still wearing casual suits, started to eat and drink to their heart's content.
Zhou Ziyi was in a very good mood at the moment. It was the first time in several years that he felt so happy. Even the burping after drinking beer made him happy.
He sat on a small bench on the street, pouring wine while sighing: "Brother Tang, I am so fucking happy today!"
"I understand, brother! You played superbly today and beat Sheffield badly. It feels so good to vent your anger." Tang Shirong clinked glasses with him, "Zhou Ziyi, be brave!"
Zhou Ziyi didn't respond, but just toasted with him and gulped down another whole glass.
What he didn't say was that he was not only happy about having dealt a severe blow to Sheffield today, but he also felt that a lot of the resentment he had been holding back for the past few years had been let out all at once, and he felt much more relieved.
When he scored 147 points, he was so focused that he almost lost his breath. When he succeeded, it was not only his breath that was released, but also the long-shrunk and suffocated feeling in his heart.
Even the pressure that had bound him for several years seemed to have loosened a little.
These two things were obviously unrelated, but they had such an unexpected effect. Even Zhou Ziyi himself did not expect it. He thought that he had been suppressed for too long and could not find an outlet to vent. Today's game unexpectedly played such a role.
Later in that round, Sheffield was penalized, which was purely because Zhou Ziyi was in high spirits, playing with Sheffield to disgust him. Zhou Ziyi claimed to be a civilized person and did not use force, but this game was like slapping Sheffield in the face, and the longer the fight lasted, the more slaps he gave. In the end, Sheffield left the game early, and Zhou Ziyi felt indescribably relieved.
How long had it been since he had been able to take full control of himself and let things develop smoothly in the direction he wanted?
Zhou Ziyi had similar thoughts in his mind, but he didn't say any of them out loud. He just kept clinking glasses with Tang Shirong. Tang Shirong seemed to see something, but also seemed to notice nothing. Anyway, if Zhou Ziyi wanted to drink, Tang Shirong would not leave early.
He drank until dawn.
Zhou Ziyi's mind was already in a mess, but he was still able to walk with his last bit of stubbornness. Tang Shirong could barely walk a few steps, but he kept on talking nonsense, which gave Zhou Ziyi, who was already drunk, a headache.
In the end, it was Zhou Ziyi who called an online taxi to send Tang Shirong home first.
Tang Shirong's home is in a townhouse. After getting off the online taxi, he almost had to climb up the stairs. Fortunately, his housekeeper came out immediately to pick him up and carried him in. Zhou Ziyi vaguely heard Mr. Tang's lecture, but he didn't dare to stay any longer and ran away.
When Zhou Ziyi got home, it was already past seven in the morning.
As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't bear it anymore and fell down. If he hadn't subconsciously used his hands to support himself, his knees would have hit the ground directly. Zhou Ziyi half-knelt and half-crouched on the ground for two seconds. His brain couldn't control his body. He simply turned over, lay directly on the ground, and closed his eyes.
——Sleep where you fall!
——I don’t care…
But he hadn't really fallen asleep yet, as Yan Xiuzhi's voice sounded above him.
"Why are you sleeping here?"
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