Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Pan Xiaoting was seen standing in front of the table, adjusting her posture, with her feet shoulder-width apart, her body slightly leaning forward, holding the cue on her fingers, her eyes sharp, and the cue head aimed precisely at the cue ball.

"boom……"

Suddenly, Pan Xiaoting hit the ball with force, her movements smooth and neat.

This violent opening shot was a perfect combination of power and technique, and the cue ball rushed towards the pile of balls like lightning.

There was a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, and the pile of balls instantly scattered. Ball No. 1, Ball No. 3, and Ball No. 7 rolled into different pockets obediently as if they were under a spell.

This wonderful tee shot showed Pan Xiaoting's profound skills and strong strength, and Lin Lang on the side couldn't help but applaud and said, "What a beautiful tee shot!"

After the tee shot was a great success, Pan Xiaoting proudly raised her eyebrows at Lin Lang, with a confident smile on her face.

Pan Xiaoting's smile showed both pride in her superb skills and an invisible deterrent to Lin Lang.

Immediately afterwards, Pan Xiaoting's eyes quickly locked onto the target ball No. 2.

At this time, the position of ball No. 2 is a bit tricky, and it is difficult to score a goal with conventional play.

But there was no hesitation in Pan Xiaoting's eyes. She walked slowly around the table, carefully observing the line and angle of the ball, and quickly calculating the best hitting plan in her mind.

After a moment, Pan Xiaoting stopped and bent over to set up the pole again.

This time, Pan Xiaoting used a beautiful hook technique. With a flick of her wrist, the cue stick hit the side of the cue ball with just the right arc.

The cue ball drew a beautiful arc on the table and hit ball No. 2 accurately.

Driven by the cue ball, ball No. 2 rolled into the pocket without hesitation.

This hook shot showed Pan Xiaoting's ultimate control over the cue and her superb ability to handle complex situations, which amazed Zheng Sizhi who was watching the game.

After scoring the goal, Pan Xiaoting did not slack off at all. She did not waste any time, walked around to the other side of the table, and leaned over again to prepare to hit the ball.

This time, Pan Xiaoting's target was ball number 4.

Pan Xiaoting adjusted her breathing slightly, her eyes revealing a focus and determination.

Pan Xiaoting used a high-club technique, raising the cue head high, then dropping it quickly and hitting the upper part of the cue ball hard.

The cue ball instantly gained a powerful forward spin, like an enraged bull, rushing towards ball No. 4 with unstoppable momentum.

"Snapped……"

With a crisp impact sound, ball No. 4 was knocked into the tail pocket by the cue ball.

Pan Xiaoting's violent high-club shot was powered with perfect power control. The cue ball spun at high speed to offset inertia, and moved precisely in a beautiful arc to a favorable position, creating excellent conditions for the next shot.

It has to be said that Pan Xiaoting's "violent sniper" high shot fully demonstrated her outstanding skills and overall view as the queen of nine-ball.

Seeing this, Lin Lang couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, Xiaoting, this beautiful high shot of yours is absolutely a violent aesthetic."

Zheng Sizhi couldn't help but applaud and praised: "Xiaoting's shot is a perfect combination of power and conversion. She turned the nine-ball into a ballet on stage. Beautiful!"

“That’s a really beautiful shot!”

While wiping the powder on the tip of the cue, Pan Xiaoting tilted her head and said with a playful giggle, "Brother Lang, there are only three balls left. I'm going to clear the table with one shot."

Lin Lang made a heart shape with his hands and replied with a gentle and doting look: "Great, brother will give you a heart shape."

Then, Pan Xiaoting quickly locked onto the target ball No. 5. This time, she used the technique of a straight ball to the right.

Pan Xiaoting's eyes were fixed on the target ball. The cue in her hand was like a part of her body, perfectly in line with her thoughts. She exerted force gently, pushed the cue smoothly, and the cue ball, with a right-side rotation, rushed straight towards the target ball.

At the moment of contact, the target ball seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and fell into the pocket obediently.

At the same time, the cue ball also stopped perfectly in an excellent position according to Pan Xiaoting's expected line, laying a solid foundation for the subsequent attack on ball No. 6.

This series of wonderful goals made Lin Lang overwhelmed and shocked by Pan Xiaoting's superb skills. Every move she made on the pool table was full of power and beauty.

Every stroke of the ball showed Pan Xiaoting's deep understanding and excellent control of billiards.

There is no doubt that Pan Xiaoting is the leader of women's nine-ball in China. She is cool and handsome. With the cue in her hand, she has the feeling that the world is hers.

I have to say, Brother Lang admires Pan Xiaoting playing billiards, it's so pleasing to the eyes.

Soon it was ball number 8. Pan Xiaoting paused for a moment, adjusted her breathing, and her eyes revealed determination.

Pan Xiaoting struck out again, using the show-club technique to hit a low shot that slowed down the opponent, and the cue ball accurately hit the No. 8 ball. The sound of the No. 8 ball hitting the pocket sounded very pleasant.

At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense. Pan Xiaoting, Lin Lang and Zheng Sizhi's eyes were all focused on the lonely number 9 ball on the table.

The position of this No. 9 ball is quite tricky, and the angle and distance are extremely challenging.

However, Pan Xiaoting did not hesitate at all. She walked around the table, carefully observing every angle, then stood still and took a deep breath.

Pan Xiaoting's posture was elegant and confident. The moment she swung the ball, the whole world seemed to stop.

The cue ball flew towards the No. 9 ball at a high speed and hit the pocket with a large arc, completing a beautiful clearing of the table accurately and without error.

"Nice!" Lin Lang couldn't help but applaud.

"Xiaoting, you are worthy of being the female champion of Xiaguo Nine-Ball. You have delicate ball control and clever positioning. You could have relied on your looks, but you are so talented. Perfect!"

Lin Lang did not hide his admiration and appreciation for Pan Xiaoting in his eyes.

Zheng Sizhi also exclaimed in amazement: "Xiaoting's ball is so beautiful! It is very enjoyable to watch."

After Pan Xiaoting cleared the table with one shot, her whole body radiated a dazzling light, and her confidence and pride were fully displayed in her.

Pan Xiaoting proudly raised her extremely beautiful face, her fair skin was slightly flushed, her eyes were like the twinkling stars in the night sky. She winked at Lin Lang playfully, with a charming curve at the corner of her mouth.

"Brother Lang, it's not that easy to win me in a bet."

Pan Xiaoting's voice was clear and pleasant, with a bit of the cuteness that only a young girl could have, and it echoed in the billiard room.

Lin Lang looked at the beautiful, playful and cute Pan Xiaoting, and his heart was filled with joy.

Lin Lang deliberately put on an affectionate look, his eyes seemed to hide endless tenderness, and he looked straight at Pan Xiaoting, and that doting look seemed to melt her.

"Xiaoting, you are not soft-hearted at all?"

"Don't you really want to lose this game on purpose so that our bet can be fulfilled smoothly? Look at me, I'm eagerly looking forward to it."

As Lin Lang spoke, he tilted his head slightly, a warm smile on his face. His gentle and loving look seemed to say that as long as Pan Xiaoting gave in, he would get what he wanted immediately.

After hearing this, Pan Xiaoting's already slightly red face instantly became even redder. She pursed her cute little mouth, stomped her feet lightly, and said coquettishly, "No way!"

"If you want to beat me, then show your true strength. Don't think of asking me to lose to you on purpose. That's impossible!"

Pan Xiaoting folded her hands in front of her chest, her eyes showing determination. Although she spoke firmly, her evasive gaze revealed a hint of panic in her heart.

In fact, in Pan Xiaoting's heart, she also hoped that this bet would have a sweet ending.

However, Pan Xiaoting's stubbornness and her seriousness towards billiards, coupled with the fact that she did not want to compete with her godsister Mu Xueman for a man, prevented her from giving in easily.

Zheng Sizhi, who had been standing aside for a long time, had already seen the ambiguous interaction between the two and was full of curiosity.

Zheng Sizhi had a puzzled look on his face and couldn't help asking, "Xiaoting, what kind of bet did you and Mr. Lin make? You two are so mysterious."

When Pan Xiaoting heard this question, her heart tightened. How could she possibly tell the content of the bet?

How embarrassing it would be if people knew that she would have to agree to be Lin Lang's secret girlfriend if she lost the nine-ball game tonight.

So Pan Xiaoting narrowed her eyes, put on a fake smile that looked relaxed, and replied, "It's a secret."

"This is a little secret between me and Brother Lang, no one else can know about it."

After saying that, Pan Xiaoting stuck out her tongue mischievously. That cute look made Zheng Sizhi feel embarrassed to ask any more questions.

After hearing this, Zheng Sizhi didn't ask any more questions.

As a person who has been through this, Zheng Sizhi could probably guess from the glances between Lin Lang and Pan Xiaoting, and their loving little gestures and words, that these two young people might like each other.

After reading it, Zheng Sizhi smiled and said, "Okay, I, an old man, won't say anything more about your affairs."

Then, Pan Xiaoting arranged the balls again, and the colorful billiard balls were neatly placed in her hands.

Pan Xiaoting blinked her big, Caroline-like eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, and playfully looked at Lin Lang provocatively, "Come on, Brother Lang, continue. You kick off this round."

Pan Xiaoting's voice was full of fighting spirit, as if she was announcing to Lin Lang that she would show no mercy in the next match.

With a confident smile on his face, Lin Lang picked up the chalk slowly and rubbed it carefully on the tip of the golf club. His movements were skillful and steady.

“It’s time to show real skills.”

"Xiaoting, please watch carefully and don't blink."

As Lin Lang spoke, he looked up at Pan Xiaoting, his eyes full of pride and his tone full of unquestionable confidence. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a penetrating power.

Pan Xiaoting made a "please" gesture and playfully responded to Lin Lang with the words Lin Lang had said to her before, "I'll wait and see."

Lin Lang strode to the table. He leaned forward slightly in a casual manner, with his feet firmly apart, shoulder-width apart. He placed his left hand precisely on the table, with his fingers skillfully bent to form a stable stand.

Lin Lang's right hand tightly grasped the club, with the shaft almost parallel to the ground, and his eyes were fixed on the cue ball and the colorful pile of balls in the distance.

Under Pan Xiaoting's gaze, Lin Lang suddenly exerted force, and the golf club was pushed out seemingly casually but with tremendous force.

A loud "bang" sounded, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility in the VIP single-room billiard room.

The cue ball was like a cannonball fired from a gun, with an unstoppable momentum, rushing towards the pile of balls at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dense "crackling" sounds were heard, the sound was like firecrackers, crisp and shocking.

The pile of balls exploded instantly, and the nine colorful balls seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, following their own unique trajectories, drawing beautiful arcs on the table.

Some of the colored balls are like nimble dancers, turning lightly and heading straight for the pocket; others are like arrows shot from a bow, flying straight towards the target pocket.

The nine colored balls fell into different pockets almost at the same time and in a nearly perfect posture.

The famous scene where Lin Lang cleared the table and pocketed 9 colored balls with one tee shot. The whole process took only a few seconds, but it was like a wonderful magic show that made people dazzled and amazed.

Pan Xiaoting's originally confident face was now filled with shock and disbelief.

"Uh……"

Pan Xiaoting opened her eyes wide, her cherry lips slightly opened, and she couldn't close them for a long time.

After several seconds, Pan Xiaoting said in disbelief and shock: "No way?"

"Brother Lang, you scored 9 goals with just one tee shot. This... this is too exaggerated!"

There was a slight tremor in Pan Xiaoting's voice, and it was obvious that she was completely shocked by Lin Lang's miraculous shot.