Qianli Jiangling

Because of the arrival of well-known professional golfers, Yunfeng Club became more and more lively.

The guests who had previously occupied the station gathered around the No. 1 station, and many amateurs who heard the news rushed here one after another.

The reporters from the sports channel of the city TV station, the comprehensive channel of the county TV station, and the self-media people invited by Zhuo Yunfeng are all in place. They have set up the short gun high-definition mobile phones, and are ready to shoot the award-winning profession on the No. 1 table. Golfers interact with local snooker enthusiasts.

Zhuo Yunfeng was standing next to Jiangli and Sheng Qianling, just in time to hear Sheng Qianling's words.

He was taken aback for a moment, and asked curiously, "You...know each other?"

Jiang Li and Sheng Qianling answered at the same time.

Jiang Li spoke quickly, with a trace of panic that he tried to hide: "I've seen it before, and I've played."

Sheng Qianling pointed out, "We used to have a very good relationship."

Jiang Li: "..."

The voices of the two were intertwined, and Zhuo Yunfeng couldn't fully hear their words because of the noisy voices of many onlookers.

He didn't care what the two said, he just raised his head excitedly, and said to the people who were filming at the other end of the table: "Next is the highlight of our club's opening today! The one standing on my left—"

Zhuo Yunfeng pointed at Sheng Qianling with his palm, and said: "I believe everyone is familiar with this. This is Sheng Qianling, a professional snooker player. He started playing at the age of seven, and won the runner-up in the Asian Masters Invitational at the age of 11, officially becoming a snooker player. Professional player, won the World Youth Championship at the age of 20, the Snooker British Championship at the age of 21, and the Wembley Masters at the age of 22. He is the pride of China and the pride of our entire billiards industry... "

Sheng Qianling bowed his head to the audience, and there was warm applause immediately.

Zhuo Yunfeng started to introduce Jiang Li again, he said: "Snooker lovers in Jiangling County should be familiar with Jiang Li, he has always been No. Wild, with amazing accuracy, known as "as long as there is a bet, you can make a bet", which is very entertaining. Today, what kind of sparks will be created when you play against professional players?Please look forward to it. "

After Zhuo Yunfeng finished speaking, he bowed slightly and backed away from the table, so as to leave the complete playing space for Jiang Li and Sheng Qianling.

Jiang Li has always been quite calm. When looking at the camera, he waved his hands like a treasure, and biting a candy stick, showing his signature handsome smile.

He didn't prepare any equipment in advance, but just randomly took a small-head club with a leather-like tip from a nearby barrel full of public clubs, and bent down to try the feel.

When I bent down, I found that the broken hair on my forehead had grown a bit, and I leaned the club against the edge of the table, took out a small black rubber band from the pocket of my sports pants, and tied myself an apple head in two or three .

His white forehead was completely exposed, making him even more handsome and charming with red lips and white teeth.

In particular, he likes to poke his eyes and laugh narcissistically, causing many girls in the field to stare at him and feel ashamed.

In contrast, Sheng Qianling was much more rigorous.

He has a jade-like face, heroic and elegant, but he is serious.Walking on a pair of long legs, he silently put his high-end club box on the coffee table beside him, took out two pieces of clubs and screwed them together, and took out a blue dust-proof club wiping cloth, starting from the leather tip and going up And down wipe.

Very professional and eye-catching.

The reporters were probably fascinated by this little movement, or because of his overly superior and exquisite appearance, they quickly took a lot of photos.

But Sheng Qianling himself saw the river picking a pole and pricking apple heads, but the light in his eyes became deeper and darker, as if the light on the sea surface fell and the sea gradually deepened.

The scorekeeper arranged by Zhuo Yunfeng has already entered the field.

Fifteen red balls and six colored balls have been placed on the table in full compliance with snooker rules.

Jiang Li stood by the table, rubbing powder and waiting to play.But Sheng Qianling walked up to him and extended his hand to him in public.

It means to shake hands before the game.

Jiang Li: "..."

He thought to himself, professional players are so particular.

To play a warm-up game, it’s not like playing a professional game, and the gentleman shakes hands first.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Li couldn't refuse, so he could only pass his hand over and put it in Sheng Qianling's palm at will, intending to leave at the touch of a finger.

Sheng Qianling suddenly exerted strength, grabbed Jiang Li's hand, and called him in a voice that only he could hear: "Li Li..."

For a long time, nothing came out of it, it seems that the words that have been held back for six years are all hidden in this exclusive title.

Jiang Li bit the lollipop so hard that his cheeks swelled up.He withdrew his hand without a trace, and raised his voice: "Mr. Sheng, you kick off first."

Sheng Qianling's heart trembled, and a feeling of bewilderment and emptiness swept over his head.

But he quickly concealed his emotions, nodded and said yes.

Six years ago, when Jiang Li met him for the first time, he also called him that.

Teacher Sheng.

Neither far nor near, with a strange and somewhat sly tease.

Now that they meet again after a long absence, and they are called this way, there is no longer any ridicule, only a clear-cut estrangement.

Sheng Qianling's gaze flicked across Jiang Li's face, then he bent over, stretched his body, and pushed a high pole.

The white ball bounced back quickly and lightly, far away from the target red ball.

This is a very standard professional golfer's style of play.

Jiang Li, however, had a lollipop in his mouth and grinned, revealing a naughty boyish side.

He raised the rod to go into battle, no matter what the high or low stopper method, aimed at a red ball, and pushed it out vigorously and flat.

Immediately, fifteen red balls on the table, like heavenly maidens scattered flowers, bumped into each other, like a table of bitter red beans being knocked over.

Jiangli in Sheng Qianling's memory is like this, he doesn't care about the skill of the shot, never defends, and only cares about the accuracy.

So I always play without rules, fighting for a gifted scoring rate.

But he also remembered that he once taught Jiang Li how to practice golf, and practiced countless sleepless nights.I remember the last time I saw Jiang Li, his strokes were infinitely close to that of a professional player.

Unexpectedly, until now.

They all went back again.

Sheng Qianling glanced at the table and saw a good opportunity.But deliberately missed the goal and pushed the white ball into the middle of a pile of red balls.

He wanted to see if Jiang Li's accuracy was the same as it was back then, with the arrogance of wind and clouds.

The onlookers naturally understood that this was the humility and gentleman of professional players, and they didn't find it strange.

As expected, Jiang Li seized this opportunity and started to connect the rods on the field.

He was wearing black loose short-sleeved sleeves, and on his left chest was a white graph imitating a heartbeat.A white bottoming shirt was put on under the short sleeves, with a sharp contrast of white on the black neckline and cuffs on both sides.

Because of an apple head pierced, his facial features are clean and perfect, especially the red lips are unstained and self-moisturizing, so handsome and refreshing.

He has been lying on his stomach, with one red and one color, and with astonishing accuracy, he scored 106 points in one stroke, gaining a big advantage.

Sheng Qianling had been watching Jiang Li play, and his eyes gradually fell to his buttocks.

Jiang Li was wearing a pair of white loose cotton sports pants. The white drawstring used to adjust the waist size was not tied at the waist, and the big stabs hung down in front of the pants.When bending over to strike the ball, the white sweatpants were stretched flat, revealing a round, upturned and captivating buttocks.

It is very soft and tender, and it will turn red when you pat it.

and……

When Sheng Qianling realized that he had thought too deeply and came back to his senses, he found that everyone in the audience was looking at him.

Especially Zhuo Yunfeng's questioning eyes were particularly intuitive.

Sheng Qianling froze for a moment. It was the first time he felt so guilty during a competition. He was afraid that people would find out his dirty thoughts. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Li took out the lollipop from his mouth and held it between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand. , like holding a cigarette, and asked in a ruffian drawn out tone: "Mr. Sheng, are you still playing this round?"

Only then did Sheng Qianling realize the reason for the quietness of the audience, and replied, "Let's play the ball."

It means that the game is lost.

After all, the score is too big, there is no need to maneuver.

Jiang Li snorted coldly, knowing Sheng Qianling's distraction just now.

He picked up the candy again, and when he turned his back and waited for the ball handler to set the ball, he couldn't hold back his eyelashes.

An amateur player beat the professional golfer by a big score in the first game, bringing the scene into the first small climax.

Nearby, a golfer who knew Jiang Li laughed and shouted: "Xiao Jiang is mighty!"

With an expression of "the basic operation is not worth mentioning", Jiang Li waved his hand casually, picked a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said proudly: "It has to be me."

It made everyone laugh.

The ball handler arranges the ball and plays the second game against the pole.

The last game was Sheng Qianling's tee shot, so it was Jiang Li's turn to play this game.

Jiang Li didn't hold back, he just bumped up with the little broken public pole, and the red balls all over the table were knocked away again.But unfortunately, none of them landed in the bag.

There was no expression on Sheng Qianling's face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Jiang Li was happy to go back to the sofa and sit down, taking the opportunity to watch Sheng Qianling hit the ball.

After all, he is a professional player. For this kind of scattered game, it is like chopping cabbage with a knife that cuts iron like mud.

It's a breeze, there is no difficulty.

Jiang Li glanced at the table and knew that at Sheng Qianling's level, as long as he was in a stable state, it would not be a problem to score a perfect score of 147.

After all, Sheng Qianling had easily cleared the stage in a few minutes when he first saw him and mistook him for someone else.

So Jiang Li relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, stretched his legs, put his right leg ankle on his left thigh, looking like a dandy, blatantly watching the opponent play.

Sheng Qianling calmly took a deep breath and let it out again.

Then began a game like an exhibition match.

The opportunity Jiang Li gave was too good. If he didn't hit a single stroke of 147, he would be sorry for his professional uniform.

The last 7-point ball was pocketed, and Sheng Qianling scored a perfect score on a single stroke.

There was prolonged and warm applause at the scene.

Jiang Li's thoughts moved slightly, an inexplicable emotion welled up in his throat, and he felt a bit of bitterness along with his taste.

Suspecting that the lollipop had been in it for too long, it was so sweet that it turned bitter, so Jiang Li raised his hand to ask the waiter for a bottle of mineral water.Unscrewing the bottle cap, he raised his slender and fair neck, gulped a few sips of water, slid his Adam's apple a few times, and swallowed the water.

The balls on the table have been rearranged at this time, and each ball is on its own spot.

Two wins in three rounds, now the two sides are tied one to one, this is the double match point, the last round.

Jiang Li tried his best not to look at Sheng Qianling who was sitting next to him on the sofa, and didn't give him a chance to speak.This is the last game, he thought, and it will be over soon.

At the same time as Jiang Li got up, Sheng Qianling also got up.

The sofas used by the golfers to rest were already next to each other, with only a black tea table in between.

The two almost walked towards the table together.

Sheng Qianling was nearly ten centimeters taller than Jiang Li. When he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a very pale mole at the corner of Jiang Li's eye.

Jiang Li pretended not to notice, and silently stopped, trying to distance himself from Sheng Qianling.

But Sheng Qianling also stopped.

And stood in front of him.

Jiang Li looked up helplessly, meeting Sheng Qianling's eyes.Those eyes seemed to be surging, inlaid with emotions like thick ink.

Sheng Qianling supported the club and slowly turned his head a little bit.

Two seconds later, Jiang Li heard him ask: "Li Li, if you win this game, is there any reward?"

Jiang Li: "..."

Six years ago, Sheng Qianling never took the initiative to say such a thing to Jiang Li.

On the contrary, Jiang Li often fights with each other, and when he sees that he can't win, he starts to play rogue.Sometimes he deliberately shakes Sheng Qianling from side to side in the line of sight to interfere with his aiming point, sometimes he makes a sudden noise to affect his shots, but more often, he will pretend to be fierce before Sheng Qianling hits the ball : "Let me win a game, please, don't force me to kneel down and beg you."

Sheng Qianling would say "I can't bear it", and Jiang Li would chase after him with a stern face and say "Then I will give you a little reward".

I still remember that there was an award where Jiang Li did something very bold.

It's like thunder on the ground, and it's no less than a planet colliding.So much so that Sheng Qianling, who has been exercising for a long time and can play all night, felt the weakness of his legs for the first time.

After six years, when he heard that the old lover was brought up again, Jiang Li raised his lips and smiled indifferently.

He shook Apple's head, his eyes were clear and his voice was full of jokes, as if he was looking at an insignificant person: "Mr. Sheng, you are a professional master, so there is no need to drop your price."

The author says:

Sheng Qianling: I want a reward. ^_^

Jiang Li: You are dreaming.