Chapter 834 — Genius Shu

At this thought, a cold sweat broke out on Zhen Yingjun's face. He was a somewhat superstitious man, and confronted with something so bizarre, his first instinct was to wonder whether some unclean thing might be at work.

Gu Mengyao was puzzled too, unable to believe she had just made that shot herself. Her gaze shifted from the table to Wei Zhao's face, hoping to catch some hint of what had happened — but Wei Zhao still wore that same unhurried, unruffled look, both hands resting on the table as though he had lifted not a single finger.

Yet though on the surface Wei Zhao appeared above suspicion, Gu Mengyao knew very well that he was in fact the prime suspect.

"Yay! Sister Yaoyao is amazing too — you're a match for me, Genius Shu!" Shen Yushu cried out excitedly.

Zhen Yingjun's expression was grim. He refused to believe in such nonsense — how could he, vice president of the Donghai City Billiards Association, possibly lose to two beginners? Seeing that Gu Mengyao had only three balls left on her side of the table, he could not help growing anxious. He could not let Gu Mengyao and the others pot any more balls!

Fortunately, the rule they had agreed on beforehand was one shot per turn, with no such thing as a run of consecutive shots, so whether a ball was potted or not, no one ever got to shoot twice in a row.

It was Zhen Yingjun's turn again. This time he did not dare take it lightly. Earlier he had not given it much thought and had sent the ball flying; but he remembered using no great force at all — could he have been distracted?

This time Zhen Yingjun was cautious, using an ordinary amount of force as he struck the cue ball. Yet the cue ball once again went whoosh and flew off, turning into a jump shot that hurtled straight at the people on the opposite side.

Bang! This time it did not strike anyone's face, but slammed into the chest of a muscular man, who let out a yelp of pain and clapped a hand to his chest. Furious, he jabbed a finger at Zhen Yingjun. "You little punk, do you even know how to play? Was that on purpose? First you hit someone else, and now you hit me? Have you got eyes in that head of yours?"

Zhen Yingjun was dumbfounded. Since when had he become so monstrously strong? He had struck the ball with perfectly ordinary force — how had it turned into a jump shot and flown off to hit someone again? But he truly had not used much strength at all!

"This..." Zhen Yingjun had no idea what was going on either. He felt he had not used much force — what on earth was happening?

"What's the matter? You dare do it but not own up to it? Cat got your tongue?" the muscular man pressed relentlessly.

Zhen Yingjun glanced at him. In Donghai City, he thought, I'd have someone finish you off outright — and you dare act tough with me? But this was Songshan City, and he did not want trouble. Frowning, he cursed his luck, pulled out his wallet, and again counted out three thousand yuan, handing it to the muscular man. "Sorry, that wasn't intentional either. Consider this medical expenses..."

"That's more like it!" The muscular man had really just been after money. He was thick-skinned and tough, and his injury was far lighter than the man whose face had been struck earlier — just a bit of bruising, nothing worth mentioning at all. But having seen Zhen Yingjun pay to settle things before, how could he pass up such a golden chance to shake someone down?

"All right, my turn again!" Shen Yushu excitedly took another cue ball and set it on the table. "You really are something — two jump shots in a row, such difficult shots, that's impressive!"

"I suppose so," Zhen Yingjun said sourly. "As if you could pull it off."

"Even if I could, I wouldn't — hitting someone means paying up!" Shen Yushu curled her lip, looking at Zhen Yingjun with utter contempt.

"Hmph! If you can pull it off, and you hurt someone, it's on me!" How could Zhen Yingjun believe Shen Yushu capable of a jump shot too? That was simply impossible.

"Really? If I hit someone, it's on you?" Shen Yushu asked.

"That's right. This is a jump shot — without years of billiards experience, it's impossible to pull off!" To save face, Zhen Yingjun could only dress up his blunder as a professional, high-difficulty technique.

"Fine. But if it's a jump shot I'm playing, then I can't play any other kind of shot. If I pull off a jump shot, you have to count it as a ball potted for me too!" Shen Yushu said. "How about that?"

"Deal! No problem. As long as you pull off a jump shot, I'll count it as a ball potted." Zhen Yingjun did not believe for a second that Shen Yushu could do it. "But if you fail, then what?"

"Then... I'll take one of my suit's balls off the table!" Shen Yushu said after a moment's thought. She was not afraid of failing, because she did not believe for a moment that those two jump shots had come from Zhen Yingjun himself. In her view, it had to be Arrow-Brand Brother pulling strings — so if he could make that shot, so could she. Shen Yushu did not mind taking the bet with Zhen Yingjun at all!

"Good, it's a deal! Go ahead and shoot!" Zhen Yingjun was rather smug. Shoot yourself to death, he thought, and you still won't pull off a jump shot!

"I'm a kindhearted person, and I can't bear to hit an innocent bystander. How about this — I'll aim at you?" Shen Yushu said, lining the cue ball up in Zhen Yingjun's direction.

"Hmph, suit yourself! Hitting me is even better — no compensation to pay!" Zhen Yingjun said indifferently. How could he possibly believe Shen Yushu could hit him? Unless she threw the ball by hand, there was no way she could do it with a cue.

Shen Yushu said no more. She aimed straight at Zhen Yingjun and struck the cue ball.

Whoosh — the cue ball flew up once more, hurtling straight at Zhen Yingjun's face!

Zhen Yingjun had not expected Shen Yushu to pull off a jump shot, so he did not dodge at all. By the time he sensed something was wrong, it was too late — the cue ball slammed into his forehead with a bang, raising a great lump and leaving him so dizzy he nearly toppled over!

"Ah!" Zhen Yingjun let out a wretched cry. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible, this can't be real! You can't have pulled off a jump shot!"

The onlookers all burst into laughter. What a fool this Zhen Yingjun was! If you can pull it off, why can't she? Serves you right — now you've finally tasted the fruits of your own arrogance! A great lump on your head, and you brought it all on yourself!

Yet a chill ran through Zou Ruoguang... In his eyes, this was unmistakably Master Lin's doing. How else could something so strange, so far beyond the natural order, have happened? Three jump shots in a row — even in professional matches, that was rarely seen.

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