Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Zheng Sizhi, who was standing aside, was also stunned. His eyes were so wide that his eyeballs almost popped out.

"Oh my god, Mr. Lin, you really cleared the table with one shot!"

"The table was cleared as soon as the ball was opened. Except for the cue ball, all nine colored balls were pocketed at the same time. Even for a professional player, it is difficult to achieve this!"

As Zheng Sizhi spoke, he couldn't help shaking his head. The expression on his face seemed to say that what he just saw was not the start of an ordinary billiards game, but a show of skill by a billiards master.

Lin Lang collected the ball handsomely and replied modestly: "It's just a momentary luck, nothing surprising."

Pan Xiaoting said weakly in disbelief: "Brother Lang, you are so lucky that you hit 9 balls at the start. Are you a billiards master with extraordinary strength hidden among the people?"

Lin Lang had a playful smile on his face, and asked in a joking tone: "Then do you think that my winning by hitting the opening shot was due to my strength or luck?"

Pan Xiaoting tilted her head playfully, looking at Lin Lang with a scrutinizing gaze as he smiled confidently. She pouted her cute lips and replied, "I think you were lucky enough to score nine goals with your tee shot. Humph."

Lin Lang smiled and challenged, "Oh? Then you can also do something miraculous, and if you're lucky, you can just randomly score 9 goals and let me see?"

Pan Xiaoting, who has always been strong-willed, made a face at Lin Lang under tremendous pressure. While rearranging the ball, she said with a strong competitive spirit: "Brother Lang, are you trying to provoke me? I won't give in easily."

Zheng Sizhi smiled and reminded: "Xiaoting, Mr. Lin's skills are not inferior to yours, so don't underestimate him."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zheng. I will show you my best skills. It's time for me to show you my real skills."

"Brother Lang, don't blink either."

Lin Lang looked at Pan Xiaoting lovingly and said with a gentle smile: "Come on!"

After Pan Xiaoting arranged the diamond-shaped ball pile, she picked up the cue and returned to the teeing point on the table. She placed the white cue ball three balls away from the teeing point.

Then, Pan Xiaoting stood in front of the table, took a deep breath, and slowly bent over to set the cue. Her posture was elegant and professional, and her eyes showed determination and concentration.

Suddenly, Pan Xiaoting's wrist shook violently, and the cue in her hand pulled towards the mother ball swiftly. With a violent "bang", the mother ball instantly became like a ignited cannonball, with an indomitable momentum, and slammed towards the pile of balls at an extremely fast speed.

"Crackle!" a series of crisp collision sounds were heard.

The pile of balls exploded instantly, and the colorful balls scattered in all directions like disturbed elves.

Then, an amazing scene happened.

The yellow and white No. 9 ball seemed to be pulled by an invisible big hand, drawing a beautiful arc and rushing straight into the tail pocket in the right bottom corner. None of the other balls entered the pocket.

According to the rules of nine-ball, as long as there is no foul action at the start of the game and the 9th ball is pocketed, the player is directly declared the winner.

This is the legendary "Golden Nine".

The difficulty of hitting the "Golden Nine" is beyond imagination. Even in a professional arena full of top players, this is an extremely rare stroke of genius.

Zheng Sizhi, who was standing aside, had his eyes wide open with an expression of disbelief on his face, and then burst into warm applause.

"Wow, Xiaoting, you really deserve to be the Xia Country Nine-Ball Women's Champion. This golden nine shot was so beautiful!"

"This strength is simply amazing!" Zheng Sizhi applauded.

Lin Lang was also filled with astonishment, and couldn't help but praise: "Wow, Xiaoting, you really become stronger when facing a strong opponent!

"I made a bet with my brother, and you got the golden nine that is hard to come by. It seems that you are determined not to let me win the bet between us."

Pan Xiaoting raised her little face proudly, a confident smile spread across her fair face, and her bright eyes sparkled with light.

"What do you think, Brother Lang? You are the only one who can play such a fantastic stroke? My strength should not be underestimated!"

"See how you, an amateur player, dare to show off those fancy club techniques in front of me in the future." Pan Xiaoting giggled playfully and looked very cute.

Lin Lang shrugged his shoulders in feigned helplessness, but his face still had that cynical smile on it: "Okay, I underestimated you."

Zheng Sizhi watched the two people bickering and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"If you ask me, today's game, whether it was Mr. Lin's tee shot to clear the table or Xiao Ting's golden nine, it was amazing enough."

Pan Xiaoting blinked her eyes, and suddenly said, "Brother Lang, we are 2-2 now, but I'm not satisfied yet. How about we play another round?"

When Lin Lang heard this, he immediately became interested, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Okay, I'll accompany you to the end. But this time I won't show mercy, you better be careful."

Zheng Sizhi smiled and shook his head, secretly admiring the young man's competitive spirit.

Zheng Sizhi looked at the time on his watch, then said, "Xiaoting, today's private billiards lesson ends here. You can practice your skills with Mr. Lin. I'll be leaving first."

Pan Xiaoting said respectfully: "Okay, goodbye, Teacher Zheng."

After nodding goodbye to Lin Lang, Zheng Sizhi slowly left the VIP billiard room.

The frosted glass door shook and then slowly closed as Zheng Sizhi left.

Lin Lang, who had always been serious, could no longer suppress his anxiety. He casually threw the club in his hand onto the table and rolled it a few times, making a slight sound.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang, like a hungry pervert, put his arms around Pan Xiaoting's slender and soft waist.

There was a fiery light flashing in Lin Lang's eyes, and his whole body exuded an irresistible impulse. He wanted to hug Pan Xiaoting in his arms and kiss her enough.

"Uh...Brother Lang, what are you doing?" Pan Xiaoting's face instantly flushed.

"Xiaoting, look, now there is finally no light bulb here to hinder us, come and give brother a kiss."

As he spoke, Lin Lang tightened his arms again, as if he was afraid that Pan Xiaoting would slip away from his arms. His mouth kept getting closer and was about to touch Pan Xiaoting's delicate and tempting red lips.

Seeing that Lin Lang was about to kiss her forcefully again, Pan Xiaoting raised her hand in panic and shyness, and used her soft and boneless little hand to block Lin Lang's mouth.

"Brother Lang, you are so annoying. You actually want to take advantage of others again."

Pan Xiaoting's voice was gentle but with a hint of anger, just like a flower swaying in the spring breeze, endearing and endearing.

"Xiaoting, you smell so good. This sweet smell makes me addicted."

Lin Lang breathed in the virgin fragrance of Pan Xiaoting. The charming smell lingered around his nose, making him even more distracted.

"Brother Lang, please let me go. Who allowed you to hold me so tightly?"

Pan Xiaoting's heart was beating like a drum, and the "thump thump" sound seemed to be about to burst through her chest.

Lin Lang's throat rolled involuntarily, and he swallowed his saliva, his eyes full of possessiveness. He said eagerly: "You are my woman, I can hold you tight if I want, without anyone's permission."

Pan Xiaoting twisted her body in Lin Lang's arms, struggling like a trapped deer.

Pan Xiaoting twisted her body to push Lin Lang away, and complained coquettishly: "We just tied 2-2, and I didn't lose the game. How did I become your woman?"

Pan Xiaoting's voice was soft, with the unique cuteness of a girl, and her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly.

But her seemingly resistance seemed weak.

In Lin Lang's opinion, this was more like a gesture of wanting to refuse but also to accept, which made the fire in his heart burn more vigorously.

Lin Lang hugged Pan Xiaoting tighter and said gently and domineeringly: "Xiaoting, the moment you kissed me back on the private yacht, you became my woman."

"As for the so-called nine-ball bet, it doesn't matter at all. What matters is that you have fallen in love with me irresistibly, right?"

Pan Xiaoting was forced to snuggle in Lin Lang's arms, blushing and scolding: "You are talking nonsense, I am not in love with you, a scumbag."

"If you don't let me go, I... I will shout for help!" Pan Xiaoting's voice trembled slightly, as if she was having a fierce ideological struggle.

Lin Lang hugged Pan Xiaoting tightly, enveloping her in his aura.

"Go ahead and shout. We are all well-known public figures. If you shout like that and attract onlookers, do you know the consequences?"

Lin Lang leaned down slightly, and his warm breath gently sprayed on Pan Xiaoting's ears. The voice seemed to carry an invisible magic, tempting and a little teasing.

"Uh... Brother Lang, don't scare me. What will be the consequences?"

Pan Xiaoting only felt that her ears and neck were itchy and tingling from the hot breath of Lin Lang, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away.

"The consequence is that tomorrow morning, our scandal will dominate all news pages."

"By then, you and I will really become the topic of conversation among everyone after dinner."

When Lin Lang spoke, his lips almost brushed Pan Xiaoting's earlobe, causing a layer of fine goose bumps to appear on her fair skin.

After hearing this, Pan Xiaoting subconsciously bit her beautiful red lips. The bright red lips looked even more attractive under her pearly teeth.

At this moment, Pan Xiaoting's breathing became rapid in Lin Lang's arms, her chest heaving slightly, and her eyes full of panic and confusion.

Pan Xiaoting raised her head slightly with a flushed face, looking at the handsome Lin Lang, and her voice was filled with pleading and coquettishness: "Brother Lang, I beg you, don't seduce me like this anymore, I..."

"A girl like me who is just beginning to fall in love, I really can't resist your strong temptation."

Pan Xiaoting's eyes were full of love, yet also filled with deep struggle; her watery eyes seemed to contain countless thoughts.

Pan Xiaoting was really struggling. On the one hand, she had irrepressible feelings for Lin Lang deep in her heart.

On the other hand, there are rational and moral constraints.