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"Li Li, let's go play billiards upstairs. It's so much fun!"
Yun Li turned to look at him.
"Come on, let's play."
Following Qin Nianchu, they went up the stairs. The lights here were much brighter, and the spacious area had a large floor-to-ceiling window.
Qin Nianzhe was holding a cue stick, engaged in a match against someone, with a crowd gathered around to watch.
The two found a spot to observe and realized that Qin Nianzhe's opponent was Chi Zhi Yu.
Chi Zhi Yu wore a denim cap and a black short-sleeve shirt, his muscular arms clearly defined, veins visible as they traced down his skin, exuding an intense energy. He kept his brows low, almost obscuring the expression in his eyes, his lips pressed into a straight line, and his jaw tense. His movements were fluid and confident; even the way he held the cue stick looked like a work of art.
Qin Nianchu gazed at him with admiration and excitement, applauding every time he sank a ball.
Qin Nianzhe frowned, looking heavy-hearted; this match was not going well for him.
They were playing Nine Ball, which usually took about half an hour to complete, but this time it ended in just ten minutes. The opponent was too strong.
Ignoring her brother's disappointment, Qin Nianchu led the cheers, her excitement echoing off the ceiling. It seemed everyone already knew the outcome, shouting praises like "Brother Chi is amazing!"
"You're just looking for punishment all day long," Qin Nianzhe said with frustration as he raked his fingers through his hair, clearly addicted to the game. "Let’s go again! I refuse to believe I can't beat Brother Yu and you!"
Chi Zhi Yu set down his cue stick and leaned against the billiard table with his back turned, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
His voice was deep as he said, "I won’t bully kids."
The crowd erupted in laughter at this remark, implying that Qin Nianzhe's skills were akin to those of a beginner.
Fuming with anger, Qin Nianzhe spotted Jiang Shiyu approaching Yun Li and rushed over to grab Jiang Shiyu's arm, pulling him over forcefully.
Jiang Shiyu clicked his tongue lightly. "What are you losing your mind about?"
He pulled his arm free and lightly brushed off his sleeve.
"Brother, you have to stand up for me; he's bullying me!" Qin Nianzhe pouted like a wronged little wife, wearing a sorrowful expression on his face.
Jiang Shiyu lazily lifted his eyelids to glance at Chi Zhi Yu, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Had he been beaten? Losing to him wasn’t unjustified.
I had already said that Chi Zhi Yu and Nine Ball were impressive, yet Qin Nianzhe refused to believe it and insisted on challenging him. Even after losing, he remained unconvinced. Qin Nianchu stepped forward, arms crossed, looking disdainful.
Yun Li's eyes sparkled with excitement. Although I couldn’t understand everything, it was clear that Chi Zhi Yu possessed remarkable skills and looked incredibly cool while playing. It was as if the ball obeyed his every command; when he wanted it to sink, it did.
Jiang Shiyu lowered his gaze at the girl beside him. Cool? He curled his lip in disdain as he observed the aftermath on the billiard table, casually picking up a cue stick.
Shall we have a match?
Chi Zhi Yu, who had been smoking with a serious expression for quite some time, finally broke into a smile. Nine Ball or Snooker?
Whatever you prefer. Jiang Shiyu shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Yun Li, revealing a black short-sleeved shirt underneath. His hand gripped the cue stick with defined muscles and prominent veins, while his unruly handsome face wore a mischievous expression.
It felt as if a battle was about to unfold between the two of them. Everyone watched as they stood face to face—tall figures radiating powerful energy; one calm and aloof, the other wild and rebellious.
Excitement began to ripple through the crowd.
The two switched arenas to the Snooker table, and Qin Nianzhe rushed over to act as the referee, deciding who would break first by flipping a coin.
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