Chapter 837 — No Choice but to Concede

This was also why Wei Zhao had feared making only a single bouncy ball: what if it should accidentally drop into a pocket? So he kept pouring energy into the billiard table without pause, so that every ball in motion would draw energy to keep moving, until it fell into a pocket and was forcibly halted.

For a time, every ball on the table flew into a frenzy, as though this were the pinball game on an arcade machine, and everyone present was left staring with their jaws on the floor.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This defies all common sense, it defies the law of conservation of energy!" Zhen Yingjun was arrogant by nature, but he was no fool. On the contrary, he knew a good many things and was not the sort of pampered young master with nothing but straw in his head. Seeing that the scene before him was far too bizarre, he finally could not hold back and roared, "Look at this, all of you! Is this possible? Do you think this makes any sense?"

But when Zhen Yingjun had finished, the spectators looked at him as though he were an idiot. What did he mean, was it possible? The facts were happening right there before their eyes, and he was still asking whether it was possible. He was plainly lying with his eyes wide open.

"Possible or not, seeing is believing. Are you blind?" said the ruffian whose front teeth had been smashed earlier. His front teeth had been knocked out, yet he had received the same compensation as the burly fellow who had been hit in the chest; sulking over it, he deliberately set out to make Zhen Yingjun squirm.

"Exactly. The world is vast and full of wonders. Just because you have never seen a thing does not mean it is impossible! He made a bouncy ball, and that is that. Do you concede or not?" another man chimed in.

"Isn't that so? Just because you cannot do it does not mean others cannot. What a frog at the bottom of a well!" Once someone spoke up, more and more people joined in.

"You—!" Zhen Yingjun was so furious he nearly rolled his eyes back and dropped dead. "Gwaaah, ya-ya-ya-ya! You will be the death of me! What do any of you know? A pack of illiterates, the lot of you. Such a ball simply does not exist!"

"Does not exist?" Being called illiterates, the spectators took instant offense. "I say it is you who has gone into a psychotic hallucination! The facts are happening right in front of you, and you insist they do not exist. Truly... ah, so young, and already turned into a simpleton. What a pity, what a pity!"

Zhen Yingjun watched the balls on the table dwindle away, and there was not a thing he could do. He did not know what was going on, yet he could find no flaw in it either. After all, no one was touching the balls on the table now, and even if someone were, Zhen Yingjun did not believe that person could control every single ball and keep them moving on and on.

"Phew!" Zhen Yingjun let out a long breath. He knew that staying in the billiard hall any longer would only be making an exhibition of himself. He was bound to lose this game; there was not the slightest chance of turning it around. He had not even taken his shot, and yet the balls on the table would turn into bouncy balls one after another and pot themselves. If he waited any longer, his defeat was certain. So Zhen Yingjun simply conceded with good grace. "Fine, I lose. It is only twenty thousand yuan, isn't it? I will give it to you!"

Zhen Yingjun was a man of his word. To welsh on a debt at a moment like this would damage his reputation. If word got out that the vice president of the Donghai City Billiards Association had lost a game and then refused to pay, he would never be able to show his face in public again!

Zhen Yingjun opened his wallet, took a look, and found he did not have quite enough money. So he said to Zou Ruoguang, who was standing not far behind him, "Brother Zou, lend me twenty thousand first. I will draw the money and pay you back in a while!"

Zou Ruoguang did not dare disobey. He hurried to the counter, took out twenty thousand yuan, and handed it to Zhen Yingjun. "Young Master Jun... here you are..."

Zhen Yingjun took the money and handed it straight to Shen Yushu. "Here is your money. I admit I lost. But do not let me find out that you cheated. Otherwise, heh heh!"

Though Zhen Yingjun did not say the threat aloud, he was already seething, and he had no intention of letting Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu off so easily. But in front of so many eyes he could hardly say so. He could only strike in secret.

Having paid the money, Zhen Yingjun had no face to stay in the billiard hall any longer. Seeing the mockery written on every face, he burned with rage. He strode quickly to the drinks counter, casually pulled a bottle of beverage from the cooler, opened it, and gulped the whole thing down. It cooled his temper a little. He did not pay for it either, but turned and went straight out of the entertainment center through the side door on that side of the billiard hall.

He felt stifled inside and wanted to get out for some air. Staying any longer and he would have been crawling out of his own skin. Because he felt he had lost face by losing the match, he did not ask Zou Ruoguang to come along, but went out of the billiard hall alone.

In truth, Shen Yushu did not care about the twenty thousand yuan. If she cared about money, she would not have ignored the game tokens the gambling machines had spat out in the arcade earlier. She cared only about the thrill of winning!

"I never thought my genius Shu would be good at everything!" Shen Yushu stuffed the twenty thousand yuan straight into Wei Zhao's hands. "No more playing, no more playing. It is no fun when nothing is a challenge. I am hungry. Let us go home and eat!"

"Heh..." Wei Zhao casually took the money and followed behind Shen Yushu and the young lady toward the side door of the billiard hall. Through the side door they could leave the entertainment center directly, without having to cross the arcade again.

"What genius Shu? Was it not Wei Zhao who helped?" Though Gu Mengyao did not know how Wei Zhao had pulled it off, she knew this must have come from Wei Zhao's hand. Of that she was a ***-in-ten certainty.

"Oh, I know that. With Brother Arrowbrand at my side, granting me power, I am Genius Shu!" Shen Yushu said carelessly.

"..." Gu Mengyao was somewhat speechless, thinking to herself, how is it that little Shu seems even more conceited than Zhen Yingjun? And this counts as Genius Shu?

Out of the billiard hall, Zhen Yingjun ran head-on into an old woman who collected scraps. She was disabled by the aftereffects of a stroke: not only was her mouth twisted, but one of her feet was none too nimble, and she was now laboriously holding a woven plastic sack, picking up water bottles and drink cans.

"Young man, could you give me that drink bottle of yours?" Seeing Zhen Yingjun walk out of the billiard hall with an empty drink bottle in his hand, the old woman came up and asked. Usually everyone handed her their empty bottles; after all, hunting down a trash can was a nuisance, and it was simpler to do a good deed.

But Zhen Yingjun was already in a towering rage. The sudden approach of a half-paralyzed old woman gave him a fright, and now she even wanted to snatch the bottle from his hand. Zhen Yingjun flew into a fury and kicked out at the woven sack in the old woman's hand!

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