Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang still had that faint smirk on his face. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It was just good luck just now. I just know a little bit about billiards, that's all."

As he spoke, Lin Lang had already stood in front of the table. His eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, fixed tightly on ball No. 4 and the cue ball.

At this time, there happens to be another ball as an obstacle between ball No. 4 and the cue ball, and it seems that the conventional hitting method is difficult to perform.

However, Lin Lang showed no fear. He raised his back hand high, and the cue formed an almost perfect angle with the table.

Lin Lang gathered some strength in his wrist, and then, in a swift and explosive manner, he used the cue to hit the upper-middle part of the cue ball.

In an instant, the cue ball seemed to be given life. It leaped high with a powerful momentum, drew a graceful arc in the air, easily passed the obstacle ball, and hit the No. 4 ball accurately.

Under this powerful impact, ball No. 4 rolled obediently into the pocket.

Pan Xiaoting's eyes instantly widened into the size of copper bells, her face full of disbelief, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth in exclamation.

"Brother Lang, you scored such a difficult jump ball, and you still tell me that you only know a little bit about billiards? No one would believe you!"

Zheng Sizhi, standing aside, couldn't help but applaud and praised: "Mr. Lin's jump shot was really beautiful. The precise calculation and perfect power are completely the operation level of a professional player!"

Lin Lang smiled but said nothing. Holding the cue, he walked around the table with steady steps and finally found the cue ball in the right position.

Lin Lang was seen leaning forward slightly with the golf club in hand, emitting an aura of focus and confidence.

This time, Lin Lang was going to use a more difficult cueing technique. He held the cue high up, almost vertically to the table, and then with an extremely fast and smooth movement, he hit the side of the cue ball from top to bottom.

Under the influence of this powerful force, the cue ball instantly produced a strong rotation, like a wildly dancing top, drawing an amazing arc on the table.

The arc was bent just right, as if it had been carefully designed.

The cue ball spun at high speed and moved quickly along a predetermined trajectory, leaving a blurry shadow on the table.

As the cue ball gets closer, target ball No. 5 gradually enters its "attack range".

At the moment when the cue ball touched target ball No. 5, the powerful rotational force was instantly transmitted. Target ball No. 5 seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rolling steadily towards the pocket and finally falling into the pocket accurately.

Seeing this, Pan Xiaoting was completely stunned. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was slightly open, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

After several seconds, Pan Xiaoting stammered, "Oh my God, Brother Lang, do you still dare to say that you are not pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger with me?"

"You were able to score such a difficult shot. How can this be the skill of an amateur?"

"Oh no, oh no, today's bet is in danger. I feel like I've met a top billiards player!" Pan Xiaoting looked at Lin Lang in shock, her eyes full of admiration and astonishment.

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, looked at Pan Xiaoting with a smirk and said, "I don't mind if you surrender, as long as you honor your bet and don't cheat."

"Tsk, I won't admit defeat so easily, if you have the guts, just clear the table with one shot!"

Zheng Sizhi was also shocked, his eyes full of admiration, and praised sincerely: "Wow, Mr. Lin's shot just now was really beautiful!"

"Such a difficult cue requires extremely strict control of strength, rotation and hitting point, but Mr. Lin completed it so perfectly, surpassing 80% of professional billiards players. Amazing!

Lin Lang replied modestly: "Teacher Zheng, you are too kind."

"For an amateur billiards player like me who started out as a boxer, showing off my skills in front of Teacher Zheng is a bit of a bluff."

Zheng Sizhi waved his hands repeatedly and replied with a smile: "Mr. Lin, you are too modest."

"As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether a player is good or not with just one shot. Mr. Lin, you scored five goals in a row. From your skills, cueing, dribbling, and playing ideas, it can be seen that your billiards skills are very professional."

"Especially the extremely difficult shot just now, it was very master-like." Zheng Sizhi could not hide his admiration for Lin Lang.

After hearing this, Pan Xiaoting said, "Wow, Mr. Zheng, there aren't many professional players that you think highly of. You seem to think very highly of Brother Lang."

Zheng Sizhi smiled and said, "Xiaoting, you have met a real opponent today. Fight with all your might!"

As soon as Zheng Sizhi finished speaking, he saw Lin Lang using a low left club. He shook his wrist lightly and added a perfect rotation. His whole movement was smooth and natural, as if he was integrated with the club.

As Lin Lang hit the cue hard, the cue ball rushed forward with a fierce momentum like an elf given life.

At this time, the cue ball draws a very cool arc on the table, and the trajectory is like a bright moon in the night sky. This is the legendary full moon cue method.

The cue ball followed the perfect arc and hit ball No. 6 accurately.

Under the powerful impact, ball No. 6 fell into the tail pocket as if being pulled by an invisible big hand.

However, this is not the best part.

What is amazing is that after hitting ball No. 6, the cue ball did not stop at all, but continued to spin gracefully along the magical arc on the table, and hit ball No. 7 next to the middle pocket into the pocket as if it was a "buy one get one free" deal.

Lin Lang performed this cool full-moon shot, and the whole process was done in one go without any delay.

Pan Xiaoting's eyes suddenly widened, her face full of surprise and admiration. She couldn't help but applaud and praised: "Great, Brother Lang, this round moon shot is beautiful!"

However, Pan Xiaoting quickly regained her playful look, curled her lips and said, "Amateur players just like these fancy playing styles."

"Brother Lang, with your style of play, you can only pick up girls in the billiard hall, humph."

As she spoke, Pan Xiaoting made a face at Lin Lang. Her cute look made people laugh.

Lin Lang looked at Pan Xiaoting with a wicked smile on his face. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Xiaoting, now there are only balls 8 and 9 left. I want to win this round steadily."

After hearing this, Pan Xiaoting said unconvincedly: "You are the only one who can clear the table with one shot. I will take the next shot and I can also clear the table with one shot."

Pan Xiaoting's eyes revealed a stubborn and unyielding spirit.

Zheng Sizhi stood aside and couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Lin's billiards skills are pretty good."

While rubbing powder on the tip of the cue, Lin Lang looked at the 8-ball that was in a bad position on the table and the 9-ball that was close to the cushion, calculating the attack route and the K-ball plan.

Then, Lin Lang threw a coquettish glance at Pan Xiaoting in an exaggerated manner, and then leaned down slightly, his eyes revealing a focused and confident light. His hands held the club firmly, and his posture was as steady as a soldier about to go to war.

"boom……"

Under Pan Xiaoting's disdainful gaze, Lin Lang suddenly exerted force, and the cue was like a black lightning, hitting the cue ball swiftly and accurately.

This time, Lin Lang made a jaw-dropping arc pass.

The cue ball flew out on the table in an extremely strange arc as if it was cast by magic. Its trajectory was like the amazing "banana ball" on the football field. With a strong rotation and power, it rushed towards the number 8 ball.

In the blink of an eye, the cue ball collided with the No. 8 ball with a loud bang. Under the powerful impact, the No. 8 ball flew straight into the ball pocket like a cannonball with a breaking force. The net bag at the mouth of the pocket shook violently due to the impact of the ball, making a crisp sound.

However, this wonderful performance is far from over.

After hitting the No. 8 ball, the cue ball did not lose control due to the consumption of power. Instead, relying on the previously cleverly applied rotation and precise force, it continued to move forward along a graceful arc and elegantly K-ed out the No. 9 ball that was close to the cushion.

When the cue ball rotates in an arc K to ball No. 9, it accurately gives ball No. 9 a just right "push". Ball No. 9 is like being gently pushed by an invisible big hand and slowly rolls towards the hole of the tail pocket.

During the entire process, the rotation, speed and angle of the cue ball when it came into contact with the No. 9 ball were all controlled to perfection, as if they had been carefully calculated countless times.

Finally, ball No. 9 stopped steadily at the edge of the tail pocket hole, and after a slight hesitation, it fell into the pocket obediently.

Pan Xiaoting stood aside, and the stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat in her eyes quietly turned into deep shock after witnessing Lin Lang's magical pole technique.

At this moment, Pan Xiaoting was completely impressed by Lin Lang's incredible ball skills.

"Wow, Brother Lang," Pan Xiaoting exclaimed in amazement, her voice full of disbelief, "You made a curved shot that gave off a football vibe, it's unparalleled."

"You really are a hidden master!"

"I kind of regret making a bet with you now. What should I do?"

Pan Xiaoting's eyes showed admiration for Lin Lang's superb skills, but also a hint of unwillingness, as if at this moment she truly realized what a strong opponent she was facing.

Lin Lang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile, and slowly collected the club.

"Xiaoting, it's too late for you to regret now. Anyway, I will definitely win you today. Don't forget our bet."

Lin Lang's tone was relaxed yet revealed an unquestionable certainty, as if victory in this match was already within his control.

Pan Xiaoting snorted softly, and while deftly moving the ball, she pretended to be unconvinced and said, "It's still uncertain who will win or lose, don't be too proud."

At this time, Zheng Sizhi, who had been watching the game intently, couldn't help but applaud and said, "Mr. Lin played really well!"

"This stroke, this power, this control of the cue ball, it's just amazing."

"I wonder if Mr. Lin is interested in playing professional nine-ball? With your ability, you will definitely shine in the professional arena."

Zheng Sizhi's eyes were full of appreciation and expectation. In his opinion, Lin Lang's skills were far superior to most well-known billiard players, and he was fully capable of competing in the professional arena.

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Teacher Zheng, you're too kind. I haven't really considered playing professionally. I just like playing billiards for fun."

"Besides, I'm usually quite busy with company affairs and can't spare much time to participate in systematic training for professional competitions." Lin Lang's smile was sincere and humble, and he didn't feel proud or complacent at all because of the praise.

Zheng Sizhi nodded slightly and said with great understanding: "Everyone has their own aspirations, and you can't force them."

"However, Mr. Lin, if you change your mind, you can contact me at any time. I know a lot of people in the billiards circle and may be able to help."

Zheng Sizhi's words were full of sincerity. He sincerely hoped that a talented billiards player like Lin Lang would not be buried.

After Pan Xiaoting set up the ball, she looked at Lin Lang provocatively: "Brother Lang, stop chatting and get ready for my counterattack!"

Lin Lang curled his lips, smiled evilly, made a "please" gesture, and said in a clamorous tone: "I'll wait and see."

As she spoke, Pan Xiaoting picked up the cue, and her eyes were filled with renewed fighting spirit, as if she had regained her invincible self on the pool table.

A fierce nine-ball competition is about to begin on this small billiard table, and the air is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.