Be good

"Lin Qianxi, get ready!"

When Lin Qianxi entered the venue, he heard Wu Chuan calling. He took a special look back and saw Zong Cheng following him with his schoolbag on his shoulder, so he hurried to the lounge at the back.

The rest room is specially prepared for the top four players, after all, the final field is theirs.

Lin Qianxi pushed the door open and went in, and saw two people standing inside. Deng Kang looked at him with a squinting face, his eyes were mocking.

He didn't even bother to talk about it, and just walked in.

Luo Ke came over: "Lin Qianxi, I'm very lucky, I went to the final with you again, I hope the first runner-up match is not me against you."

Lin Qianxi smiled lazily, and put down the formal bag on his shoulder: "I don't want to fight with you either." He glanced at Deng Kang as he spoke, "I just want to send some people back."

Deng Kang immediately looked sideways at him: "Just you?"

Lin Qianxi pointed to the tip of his nose: "That's right, it's just me."

Luo Ke seemed to be afraid that they would attack him, so he immediately turned his head and pulled Deng Kang: "Since we are all ready, let's go out first."

Deng Kang was pulled out of the door by him, and he glanced at Lin Qianxi unhappily before leaving.

Lin Qianxi didn't even look at him at all, humming a song, going to change clothes, time to eat, time to prepare.

The entrance music sounded in the final, and today's auditorium is almost full.

Zong Cheng sat in the front row, facing the ball table, looked up, and the electronic screen was scrolling the information of the final four players.

First Luo Ke, then Deng Kang, and a boy named Yu Guoxuan.

The photo of Lin Qianxi came out last, and it was the simplest. Instructor: none, club background: none, participation experience: regional competition and this competition, so it is almost equal to none.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, Zong Cheng turned his head, and Ji Cai with red lips sat down beside him.

"Cheng'er, you are indeed here."

Zongcheng asked, "Why did you come?"

"The Zuo Heng who brought me to see Lin Qianxi last time informed me that he had successfully entered the semi-finals, so I came to take a look. I guessed that you would definitely come." Ji Cai glanced at the electronic screen above: "A lot of reporters from the sports media also came here today. It must be the first time they have seen a three-none player come to a national competition."

There are indeed many people in the arena carrying equipment with long guns and short cannons to shoot in front.

Zong Cheng barely noticed that Lin Qianxi was indeed a three-no player, but he has fought all the way to the present.

The lights on the field were turned on, and the microphone announced that the players were entering the field.

Ji Cai whispered, "Here we come."

Zongcheng looked over and saw Lin Qianxi walking towards the field at a glance.

Lin Qianxi adjusted his tie.

Wu Chuan quietly pressed his palms down on him from the sidelines, reminding him to calm down and not to be under pressure. He nodded perfunctorily, thinking that it is enough for you to calm down yourself, while turning his head to look at the audience.

In two seconds at most, he found the figure sitting in the front row. He was still too conspicuous. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a collar standing up. Sitting there was a neat figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist. Next to him was Ji Cai.

Lin Qianxi just stared at him, knowing that he must have seen her, smiled, and turned to walk towards the table.

The arrangement for the four-in-two runner-up showdown has just come out, and the results of the arrangement are scrolling on the electronic screen——

Lin Qianxi vs Deng Kang.

Yu Guoxuan vs Luo Ke.

The referee announces a handshake.

Lin Qianxi pursed his lips, looked at Deng Kang who was coming over, reached out to shake his hand, barely touched him, and said "tsk": "Why is it so sticky, is there any glue?"

Deng Kang could hear that he was mocking himself, but this was in front of the referee, and there was nothing he could do, so he walked back to his original position with a gloomy face.

"This Deng Kang..." When the court started to hit the ball, Ji Cai whispered: "Is it the one who lost to you in the doubles in the regional competition? I checked it at the time, and I still have a little impression. He used to play with you It’s from school, I always feel like I’ve heard his name somewhere.”

Zong Cheng looked at the table without saying a word, and in his eyes was the figure of Lin Qianxi who lowered his body and launched a shot.

"Lin Qianxi, score!" The referee immediately reported the score.

Lin Qianxi has never left the table since he took the first ball, scoring every shot.

"Lin Qianxi, score!"

"Score!"

"Score again!"

Until Deng Kang played.

He is more skillful in individual matches than in pairs, and he is also more hostile. Every shot has a strong purpose, one is to enter the hole, and the other is to set up obstacles.

Lin Qianxi saw it clearly, no wonder he was able to enter the semi-finals.

"Tap..." The ball went sideways and missed.

Deng Kangqing stood up straight with a straight face, and returned to the opponent's seat.

The first half is over.

Lin Qianxi wins.

When the referee reported the score, Lin Qianxi just stood up when he heard Deng Kang say in a low voice, "You really think you can go on."

He turned his head, and Deng Kang looked at him contemptuously again: "A person who doesn't even have a serious coach wants to fight to the end, so stop dreaming."

Lin Qianxi shook the pole, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Stand up and talk, don't kneel down, I only heard that grandpa teaches grandson, winning lessons loses."

Deng Kang's face was blue, but he couldn't get angry on the court: "Two wins in three games, and there is also the middle court and the second half."

"No more," Lin Qianxi said, "Only in the second half, with me there are only two rounds, and you can leave."

He stopped smiling, his eyes were already cold.

Step on him, right? Well, we'll see.

Did you say that you let him come and go, are you kidding?

The next one starts soon.

Lin Qianxi immediately returned to the table, switched the cue from his left hand to his right, took out the powder in his pocket and wiped the cue, his face tensed, his expression surprisingly serious.

"Crack!" A ball was thrown out, and the momentum was not right.

This ball is just the beginning, every subsequent ball is a rushing posture, and the speed of rolling towards the hole is very fast.

The referee calls out an incremental score after each ball.

Deng Kang's face was getting greener and greener, and even his coach tilted his head and said something to him.

Wu Chuan watched Lin Qianxi nervously from the sidelines.

"That Deng Kang can hardly sit still." Ji Cai said in the audience: "Is Lin Qianxi beating an enemy?"

Lin Qianxi seems to have a kind of magical power in playing basketball, which is to attract people's attention. It is probably because his moves are too chaotic, and no one knows how he will play next.

Zongcheng glanced at the opponent's seat.

He felt that Deng Kang provoked Lin Qianxi again, but he didn't know Lin Qianxi too well, no one could beat him, especially on the table.

"Crack!" Another ball.

Lin Qian closed the shot and straightened his waist.

Deng Kang finally walked towards the table with a long face.

On the table, chasing one ball after another, the score was tied in a difficult struggle.

However, it could only be tied, but failed to overtake.

"Lin Qianxi!" The referee announced a substitution.

Lin Qianxi held the pole, pulled the suit vest on his body, and Deng Kang rushed back to the opponent's seat and said in a low voice: "Now you can go faster."

Deng Kangla watched him pass by with a long face, and walked towards the table.

There was a soft "click", and the ball was pushed out under his club.

"Lin Qianxi, score!"

The score increases one by one according to the value of different color balls.

Lin Qianxi looked serious all the way, rubbing the club, leaning over, and pressing the club. His waist was tight with his suit and vest closed, his legs were long and slender, and his shoulders were exerting strength on the edge of the table.

"Crack!" Another ball.

Before the start of the next ball, Lin Qianxi wiped the head of his club, glanced at the auditorium, then quickly glanced at Zongcheng, and raised the corners of his lips, "Come on, he's going to take revenge."

Zongcheng put his hands on his knees, and seeing his eyes, he knew that he wanted to end the battle.

The next second, the club was pushed out.

"Lin Qianxi, score!" The referee reported his total score.

"God..." Ji Cai muttered in a low voice, "I won."

Lin Qianxi had already stood upright by the table.

If he wins, he has entered the second round.

Zongcheng's clasped hands relaxed, and he pulled the edge of his mouth, feeling a flash of light behind him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to turn off the flash..." There was a girl taking pictures in the field, and she was still smiling softly: "It's so handsome..."

Of course he was handsome, Zong Cheng stared at Lin Qianxi standing there who was about to be shaken by Wu Chuan, the light shone on him, and he seemed to be glowing.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the field, and Deng Kang impulsively rushed a few steps towards the table, but was pulled back in time by the coach.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed.

"What is he doing?" Ji Cai was surprised: "Animation with Lin Qianxi?"

Zong Cheng pursed his lips, because he had a grudge against him.

Wu Chuan knew that this kid was not a good bird, so he stood in front of Lin Qianxi to prevent anything from happening.

But this is the scene of a competition, and billiards is a sport that pays the most attention to manners and etiquette. The referee directly sent him off on the spot, and the result is to be determined.

Lin Qianxi felt that his brain was really burnt out, and he deserved it for having an attack at a time like this.

Staring at him, he suddenly saw Deng Kang turn his head to look at the auditorium before going down, squinting his eyes, pulling his face, and turned towards the direction of Zongcheng with hatred.

Until he was dragged out by the coach.

Lin Qianxi subconsciously went to look at the auditorium, but was drawn back by Wu Chuan's excited voice: "Lin Qianxi! The runner-up has been secured!"

Only now did he feel triumphant, and he grinned.

Turning his head to look at the auditorium, Zongcheng stood up, glanced at him, and turned his head to go out.

"Hurry up, go rest and prepare for the final." Wu Chuan pushed him.

Lin Qianxi left the field immediately.

Going out of the hall through the back door, I met Rocco, who came out through the door in the other half.

"Lin Qianxi, I just heard about it. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, you should go greet your partner." Lin Qianxi stopped and said.

Luo Ke looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, and suddenly smiled regretfully: "It's a pity that I couldn't fight you to the end, and I didn't make it to the second round."

Lin Qianxi couldn't say anything: "It's not interesting to fight against me, it's not a pity."

Rocco said, "I'd really like to fight you."

Lin Qianxi glanced at him and suddenly felt that his tone was not right.

Just when a staff member passed by, Luo Ke pushed his glasses, nodded, and left first.

Lin Qianxi walked forward, and when he reached the corner stairwell, he stretched out a hand and dragged him over.

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi knew what was going on when he was dragged, and when he turned his head, it was indeed Zongcheng's face.

"Second strong." Zong Cheng pulled on the waist of his suit vest and straightened it: "Beat him again, is it good?"

"Cool." Lin Qianxi smiled, his eyes sparkled, he lowered his head, then suddenly raised his head and said, "I want to be the champion now."

Zongcheng looked at him: "Confident?"

Lin Qianxi said, "I don't know, I just want to try."

I want those who look down on him to see that a person who doesn't even have a serious coach can play wild and reckless, and he can still play to the end.

Zongcheng said, "Then you don't have confidence."

"?" Lin Qianxi stretched out his hand and pulled his leather jacket, trying to tell him to talk properly.

Zongcheng added: "But I have confidence in you."

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, grabbed his leather jacket with both hands and pulled it hard, his chest was close to his chin: "If I get it, I will give you the championship, wait!"

After speaking, he let go and ran out.

Just a few staff members passed by, and the card was very accurate.

Zongcheng closed the zipper and said in his heart: I'll wait.

"Chenger," Ji Cai came over from the hall, and said in a low voice, "I just remembered a little bit, that Deng Kang seems to be very hostile to you, and he is still so impulsive. Is it because of the past?"

Before Zong Cheng could speak, he suddenly heard a shout: "Master Cheng!"

Wang Xiao hurried over, followed by Xue Sheng and Sun Kai, and Jiang Hao at the back. The four of them were holding popcorn and Coke in their hands. Those who didn't know it thought they were watching a movie.

Zongcheng asked, "How did you get here?"

"Holy shit, you still said that you came here in advance by yourself in a pickup truck, and we have to wait until today is off to come, and go out before dawn, and take the bus for five hours!" Wang Xiao said, not forgetting Emphasis: "I bought the ticket myself!"

Xue Sheng said: "It's worth buying the ticket, it's the first time I've seen such a luxurious venue, Xige is awesome."

Sun Kai stopped him: "Don't be so loud, you, fuck, let others know that we are from a small place. Damn Xige's support team can't lose face for Xige!"

Only Jiang Hao asked a useful question: "How was the result?"

"The final will be played soon." Zongcheng said, "There is Lin Qianxi."

"Fuck!" Wang Xiao turned around and rushed into the final hall.

The final will be played in an hour.

When Zong Cheng returned to the front row and sat down, Wang Xiao and the others all sat behind him.

Ji Cai came back, greeted them, took advantage of the opportunity and sat in the back row, and didn't mention what she said before.

The electronic screen shows the duels of the championship match——

Lin Qianxi vs Yu Guoxuan.

A young female reporter with a press card on the sidelines turned around and asked Zongcheng nearby to borrow a pen: "Student, you have a schoolbag, can I borrow a pen? Make a quick draft."

Zongcheng lowered his head and put his schoolbag on his lap, ready to give her a pen.

The female reporter whispered to her colleagues while waiting for the pen: "Yu Guoxuan should be the most likely to win the championship. Although Lin Qianxi is a dark horse, so far I haven't seen a player like him win the championship..."

Zongcheng took out the hand that took out the pen.

The female reporter didn't wait and asked, "What's the matter, classmate?"

"No pen." Zongcheng said coldly.

The female reporter had no choice but to borrow someone else.

A reminder for players to enter the field soon sounded.

One left and one right, two players walked towards the table.

Lin Qianxi rearranged the suit and vest on his body, walked to the edge of the table, adjusted his bow tie again, subconsciously looked at the auditorium, and saw the neat figure sitting there, with the corner of his mouth raised, As if he had made up his mind, he looked at the opponent who was walking in the blink of an eye.

Yu Guoxuan himself was more serious than the photo, came over to shake hands.

When Lin Qianxi stretched out his hand, he found that he didn't even stretch out his fingers, he just shook it symbolically, and he knew it in his heart.

He probably felt that he had already won, so there was no need to be polite.

The referee announces the start.

The start was bad, Yu Guoxuan had the power to serve.

Lin Qianxi sat on the opponent's bench and watched him pocket each ball.

There was continuous applause from the audience.

"Lin Qianxi," Wu Chuan quietly approached, "This time it's really not easy to deal with. I heard that this person doesn't care about school exams at all. He has already become professional."

"Yeah." Lin Qianxi saw it, and rubbed the club with his fingers.

Finally, the opponent made a mistake and stopped.

Lin Qianxi came on stage.

The situation on the table was chaotic, with obstacles in the path of nearly every ball he tried to hit.

Lin Qianxi took a fine powder, wiped the rod, made a steady judgment, leaned over and hit a shot.

"Click!" A ball fell into the pocket and made a path.

After the situation was reversed, he relied on this path to slowly carve out a new path, and then the next one.

"Lin Qianxi, score!" The referee reported the score: "47!"

Lin Qianxi glanced at the opponent's score, 47.

As long as this ball is hit successfully, it will be able to overtake smoothly.

He looked at the situation on the table, lowered the club, aimed at the angle, and picked a safe ball.

"Tap..." He suddenly felt something was wrong at the moment of taking the shot, but it was too late. The ball met the defense blocking the way at the corner, and it was a trick that could not be guarded against, and it spun and missed.

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi pursed his lips tightly, put his fingers on his bow tie, took a breath, and reminded himself not to swear on the field.

Yu Guoxuan entered the stage, and without any surprise, he won the round.

"Fuck, Brother Xi lost this round?" Wang Xiao held a cup of Coke, his eyes widened.

Jiang Hao whispered, "Damn it, this guy is good at leaving holes."

Zongcheng saw Lin Qianxi returned to the opponent's seat, sitting holding the pole, his side face was pale, and he was serious again.

Seeing him like this, he also pursed his lips tightly.

Midfield starts.

Lin Qianxi got the right to serve.

Wu Chuan said something beside him, but he didn't listen.He recalled over and over again the balls he had practiced before, the things taught by Mr. Tang, the things taught by Coach Ma, and even the things he watched in the videos. In the end, they were all the balls he practiced with Zongcheng.

Lin Qianxi took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the table.

Find a good angle, wipe the bar, press the bar, and when the arm is sent, the ball will be hit.

"Crack!" Pocketed.

Change the angle, hit another ball, and there is another sound, pocketing.

In this round, he only had this table in his eyes, and until the game stopped, the score was already ahead by a large margin.

It was Yu Guoxuan's turn to play.

Sitting on the opponent's bench, Lin Qianxi watched him chase the score with every shot, and suddenly grinned.

The score is already tied, and Yu Guoxuan's shot is very aggressive and full of confidence.

Then there was a muffled sound, and it stopped at the mouth of the pocket.

Did not enter, was intercepted, and used the same trick as him.

Lin Qianxi used his method to set him up. Not only that, but it even caused him to commit a foul, and the points were directly awarded to Lin Qianxi.

In this round, Lin Qianxi won.

"Fuck, you won? Didn't you, didn't you?" Wang Xiao was very excited.

Jiang Hao was very nervous: "Yes, yes, stop talking, it's time for a decisive battle!"

Zongcheng moved his legs, but his eyes never left Lin Qianxi.

He has taken many exams, participated in many competitions, and won countless firsts. Only this time, at the scene of Lin Qianxi's competition, he actually felt nervous for the first time.

Almost everyone's eyes are on the middle table.

The first half and the midfield each won a game. Right now, it's time to decide the outcome.

"Crack!" The ball rolled out, and Yu Guoxuan pocketed several consecutive goals perfectly. Although he missed this goal, judging by the score, it was already inevitable.

"Lin Qianxi is a bit dangerous." Ji Cai whispered in the back row.

Wu Chuan had already taken two steps anxiously on the sidelines with his hips akimbo.

"It's so fucking difficult," Jiang Hao murmured in a low voice, "Lin Qianxi's competition is getting more difficult every time."

"Isn't it difficult to be a national competition?" Sun Kai said.

"Hush!" A girl next to her directly thought they were arguing.

On the field, Lin Qianxi held the pole and walked towards the table again.

The table is like two hands pulling each other, and the score is very tight. Whether you can win depends on whether you can finish this shot completely.

He stared at the tabletop, looking for the target of the next swing, rubbing the powder on the tip of the stick with his fingers, then leaned over, pressed down the stick, and his back drew a smooth line under the light on the edge of the table.

"Crack!" With a quick blow, the ball rolled directly into the pocket.

"Score!" The referee added points to his score.

Lin Qianxi stopped listening to the score at this time, and stared at the table, as if staring at a puzzle, which he was about to break.

"Crack!" It was another quick and sharp blow.

Several times in succession, when others thought he would not make a shot, he suddenly made a shot.

Yu Guoxuan, who looked as stable as a mountain before, moved on the opponent's bench and pulled his cuff button.

The entire auditorium was suddenly silent, because the score was tied again.

And Lin Qianxi's ball was about to be emptied.

Lin Qianxi stood up straight, stretched the fingers of his left hand, stretched the fingers of his right hand again, held the pole in his right hand, and swept his eyes towards the auditorium.

Zong Cheng sat there, looking at him, suddenly raised his left hand, and put it on his knee again.

Lin Qianxi reacted suddenly, glanced at his right hand holding the club, and smiled, because he remembered what he said when they practiced together before, and regarded him as his right and left hand.

Holding the cue in his hand again, Lin Qianxi leaned over, stretched his shoulders, and aimed at the cue ball.

The field was quiet for at least four or five seconds, and everyone looked at the scene of him getting ready to go, as if he had stopped.

"Crack!" The speed of the shot was extremely fast, and the ball rushed out, rushing to the mouth of the pocket in a narrow and almost dead-end encirclement.

"Du!" There was a muffled sound.

Thunderous applause suddenly broke out at the scene.

Lin Qianxi straightened up and grabbed the bow tie almost subconsciously, otherwise he couldn't help but blurt out "Fuck me"!

"Fuck me!!!" Wang Xiao jumped up like pulling an onion from the ground: "Win!!!"

Jiang Hao jumped up, "Lin Qianxi is amazing!!!"

The whole scene suddenly came to life.

The referee announced in a high and passionate voice: "The champion of this year's National High School Billiards League, Lin Qianxi!"

Too many voices.

Lin Qianxi was almost surrounded. He turned his head to look at the auditorium, and saw that the chest of the person sitting there who had been watching him was pounding, and was about to rush out of his chest.

He said, to give him the championship.

The next moment, everyone saw the newly promoted champion running to the sidelines, all the way to the auditorium, facing the people sitting in the front row, picked up the club in his hand, and bowed his head to kiss.

Then he looked up and passed the club with both hands.

Facing the Zongcheng west, Lin Qian handed over the cue, with the corners of his lips curled up, his chest heaving and cynical, and he said in a low voice, "Present the scepter to my king."

The English love poem they heard when they were studying together sounded in their ears.

Homage to my king, offering all my despair and hope, all my blood and dreams.

Zongcheng stared at him, knowing that there were countless pairs of eyes watching them. He moved forward, grabbed the cue with one hand, pulled it, and pulled him to him, lowered his head, and the voice was only heard by each other.

"Now you are king."