Qianli Jiangling

In the past few days at the end of June, Jiang Li put all his energy on snooker practice.

Before, because I didn't have money and couldn't afford the stage, I didn't play against others very much.

But now with the perfect opponent Sheng Qianling and the excellent training ground of the big private room, he quickly found the feeling of competition, and he played better every shot.

At the beginning of July, Sheng Qianling even had to gather 12 points of energy and go all out to suppress Jiang Li's wild accuracy.

Jiang Li had just finished a round and went back to the sofa to drink water.

He still has an apple head pierced, revealing a fair face.He was wearing an off-white short-sleeved upper body, and the knee-length shorts of black assault fabric that he often wears underneath.

The hem of the shorts was very loose, and it would occasionally rub against the table when playing. Jiang Li simply rolled up the hem and stuck it to the thigh, revealing a pair of straight and fair long legs.

Sheng Qianling's eyes fell on Jiang Li's white thighs, he looked up again, and walked to the sofa, with a soft voice: "This round was played well."

The score of the game just now was 128:32.Jiangli 128, Shengqianling 32.

This is the first time that Jiang Li leads his master by a big score. The reason is that after the kick-off, he created an excellent opportunity for himself to stick to the billiards. Because of the neat pocket and the blessing of his stroke, he took the lead machine.

Jiang Li was very excited, he couldn't believe it was his own score, and asked Sheng Qianling, "Master, I'm just lucky..."

Sheng Qianling sat down beside Jiang Li, reaching for the mineral water, and Jiang Li handed him half a bottle.

Sheng Qianling didn't hesitate at all, took a sip of the water, put it on his upper lip, and handed it back to Jiang Li very naturally.

After completing this tacit action, Sheng Qianling said: "It's not luck, it's your strength."

After finishing speaking, he added: "On the day you were going to be a teacher, I asked you to play forty straight balls. To be honest, it was making things difficult for you. Because I didn't want to accept apprentices, I made such difficult questions on purpose. Myself There's no guarantee you'll hit every shot, but you did, and with common utility clubs."

It was also because of seeing this arrogant scoring rate that Sheng Qianling really admired Jiang Li and was willing to teach him everything from now on.

Hearing Master's praise, Jiang Li rolled his eyes and smiled happily.

He moved to Sheng Qianling's side, kissed Sheng Qianling's nose without any scruples, lowered his peach blossom eyes, and said in a long voice: "Master, I will work hard to play the game tomorrow."

Sheng Qianling was sitting, so he had to raise his head to meet Jiang Li's eyes.

He stared at Jiang Li's smooth forehead and said, "I'll cut my hair first today."

Jiang Li didn't like going to the barber shop, and he always procrastinated if he could, so he shirked and said, "Forget it, that's how I play games, just get an apple head."

Sheng Qianling's face turned cold, and he said, "No."

Jiang Li was itchy all over when he was not naughty, he blinked his eyes, suddenly pinched Sheng Qianling's chin, forced him to meet his lips, and said with a gruff smile: "Oh... I see, I can only prick the apple head to seduce Master, You can't seduce others..."

Sheng Qianling: "..."

The final result was naturally that Jiang Li obediently cut his hair.

But it wasn't cut too short, and only the frontal hair was trimmed to above the eyebrows to ensure that it would not obscure the view when bending over to hit the ball.

After cutting, Jiang Li looked at his clean and fresh self in the mirror, and felt that he had reached a new level of handsomeness.

For a moment, I couldn't help but ask Sheng Qianling: "Brother Ling, who do you think is more handsome, me or you?"

Ever since he got acquainted with Sheng Qianling, he wanted to know the answer to this question.

Sheng Qianling was amused, and there was some doting in his tone, and he said indulgently, "Of course it's you."

Jiang Li smiled happily when he heard the words, and replied with satisfaction: "I knew that Brother Ling had the best vision."

The next day.

The first Time Cup Snooker Amateur Invitational Tournament officially opened.

Pan Deng has excellent organizational skills, so he spent so little preparation time, he insisted on turning this game into an industry event.

The whole ball room has been carefully decorated and arranged, the banner of the game is hung in a conspicuous position, and the recharge card activity just launched in the store is placed on both sides of the gate.

Those who participate in the competition must be members of the store, and the recharge amount is not limited.

So before the competition started, a large number of discount cards were sold in the store.

All the tables were open, and the whole club was bustling with activity. As long as there were sofas and chairs, there were people sitting there.

Everyone is waiting for Pan Deng to come out to host the game and start the first day of the draw.

Jiang Li didn't want to squeeze in so many strangers, so he had to stand in the small clean space in front of the cash register.

Next to the checkout counter was a nearly two-meter-high roll-up display stand. Jiang Li stared at the race schedule thoughtfully.

The roll-up reads:

7月5日——7月8日：128进64；

7月9日——7月10日：64进32；

July 7: 11 to 32;

July 7: 12 to 16;

July 7: 13 to 8;

July 7: semi-finals;

July 7: Finals;

Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he could play all the games before the 15th, and not delay the July 7th, which he has been thinking about for a long time.

After a few minutes, Pan Deng walked to the middle of the No. 1 station, held a microphone and said to all the registered contestants on the scene: "Hi everyone, our competition officially starts today, and today is the 128th to 64th. Next, please draw lots according to your registration number."

A huge lottery box was placed on the No. 1 platform, which was filled with ping-pong balls with printed numbers.

When Jiang Li signed up, his serial number was No. 7, so he was the seventh to draw his opponent.

When Pan Deng called number 7, he walked slowly past the cash register, glanced at Sheng Qianling standing near the drink bar, reached into the lottery box, and took out a ping pong ball.

It says 103 on that ball.

Meaning, his first-round opponent was No. 103.

Jiang Li looked around, but couldn't find the opponent with the number 103 on his shoulder, so he walked to the water bar, stood next to Sheng Qianling, and continued to watch others draw lots.

For one-on-one matches, only the first 64 players need to draw lots.

After the drawing is over, today's game will officially start.

Due to the large number of players, ten snooker tables had to be played at the same time, and it took four consecutive days to compete for the top 64.

But during the game, the table is not free.Generally, the loser pays the table fee, and the winner automatically advances.

Jiang Li couldn't help feeling emotional: "Boss Pan really knows how to do business."

Sheng Qianling replied with a smile: "Yes, otherwise we wouldn't be able to manage such a big club."

The two chatted for a while near the water bar, and Jiang Li suddenly said, "Brother Ling, I want to drink iced orange juice."

Pan Deng knew that business would be good during the game, so he specially launched drinks in the water bar in early July.There is a waiter inside who specializes in making freshly squeezed drinks for guests, and charges ten yuan for a cup.

Sheng Qianling gave a soft "hmm" and said, "Drink water first, and then drink orange juice after you win the five-trap."

Jiang Li knew that Sheng Qianling was afraid that drinking ice would affect the state of the competition, but he still glanced at Sheng Qianling on purpose, and snorted coldly, "My master is really stingy."

Sheng Qianling smiled indulgently, but did not answer.

After the lottery is drawn, the official competition will begin.

Jiang Li is No. 7, against No. 103, and is placed on the seventh table.

The preliminary round didn't take very long, and it was a best-of-nine rounds system. Whoever won five rounds first would be considered the winner.

Jiang Li went to the public rod barrel as usual every time, took a rod with a small head that could be seen on the skin, and walked towards his own stage.

Sheng Qianling originally fell behind him and wanted to follow up to watch the battle, so he paused temporarily, went to the member pole cabinet next to the cashier and took out his own pole box, took out the extended handle from it, and followed Jiangli.

Jiang Li entered the arena and found that the person on stage 3 who was preparing for the competition turned out to be a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, between elementary school and junior high school students, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

The boy was delicate and immature, with a baby face, but his eyes were firm. He seemed to have a strong aura and no stage fright.

Especially when lying down to play the ball, the posture is stretched, like a young phoenix spreading its wings, revealing an indescribable beauty.

But Jiang Li himself had to compete, and he didn't have time to watch the match, so he had to walk quickly to Channel 7.

When I got to the stage, I realized that my opponent No. 103 was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.This man looked to be in his 40s, tall and thin, with a calm demeanor, a bit like a doctor or a university professor.

Jiang Li nodded politely at him, and then began to compete with the ball under the signal of the waiter and referee.

Half a minute later, Jiang Li got the kick-off.

He originally thought that this kind of opponent who looked gentle and refined should also have a soft style of play.At least it should be the one that is used to waiting for opportunities in roundabout defense.

How do you know—

No. 103 began to attack violently when he came on the court, not to mention blasting a bunch of red balls with force, and took a risk to hit a very difficult long straight ball.

This kind of ball is easy for Jiang Li, but for amateurs who are not so talented, it is a dead end.

Player No. 103 really missed the shot and gave Jiang Li a very good chance to attack.

Jiang Li looked back in astonishment, only to see his master sitting on the sofa looking at him.

The eyes of the two meet, and they can read each other's emotions tacitly without words.

As a result, the savagery that Jiang Li had suppressed for a long time suddenly revealed, and his eyes reflected the light of excitement.

He seemed to be a different person. He took off the gentleman's coat that Sheng Qianling had been indulging in for a long time, and returned to his usual frivolous appearance. He was holding a club, with a sneer that was determined to win, and he began to show off his accuracy when he played.

In just ten minutes, he won the first game with 1 points.

This is true for the second, third, and fourth rounds that follow.Every time player No. 103 couldn't resist the strong attack and missed the ball, Jiang Li just picked up the miss and used his unstoppable accuracy to score the goal with a connecting rod like lightning.

The score came to 4:0 without any suspense.

In other words, as long as Jiang Li wins another round, the round will be over.

At this time, player No. 103 suddenly called a stop and asked for an intermission.

Jiang Li happened to want to go to the toilet too, guessing that there were a lot of people in the public toilet, so he simply asked Sheng Qianling to go to the private room together.

The two went in one after the other, but Jiang Li was in no hurry to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he closed the door, he turned around and hugged Sheng Qianling's waist, rubbing against Sheng Qianling's arms.

As if asking for credit, Jiang Li said emotionally, "Brother Ling, how did I do just now? Did I just abuse No. 103?"

Sheng Qianling leaned against the door, let Jiangli hold him, lowered his eyebrows, and said very calmly: "Does the No.1 in your class usually compete with the last one?"

As soon as Jiang Li heard it, he understood what Sheng Qianling meant, and his heart immediately became colder.

Naturally, Jiang Yan in their class would not come to score with him, he would just look at him with world-weary eyes and beat him up, dragging the class down.

Sheng Qianling seemed to deliberately pour cold water on Jiang Li when he was at his most passionate.

Sheng Qianling said: "You have the potential to be a champion. What you have to do is to play every round with your heart instead of thinking about the gap between your opponent and you."

Jiang Li gradually calmed down, thinking about Sheng Qianling's words in his heart.

He curled his lips unhappily and complained: "It's true to say so, but I'm not happy when you say it."

Seeing Jiang Li's aggrieved face, Sheng Qianling pursed his thin lips and smiled faintly.He slowly came over, bit Jiang Li's lips, licked and sucked for a while, and when Jiang Li was almost out of breath, he opened his mouth softly.

"So, is Lili happy?"

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