Chapter 1866: Do You Like Bad Taste That Much?
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“I hope that this ti, he won’t score again.”
Baron Andrew prayed in his heart.
However, things did not go as he wished.
On the third shot, Ye Feng was still relaxed, he shot a red ball into the pocket.
At the sa ti, the white ball also arrived at a suitable spot to hit the other colored ball.
“This is terrible!”
Seeing this scene, Baron Andrew’s heart skipped a beat.
If the first jump ball hitting the red ball and putting it into the pocket could be considered luck, then the red ball hitting the pocket would be convenient for the second ball, and if, after Ye Feng’s second and third shots, he was still in the best position to hit the white ball, it could no longer be explained by luck.
This was definitely true strength.
Not only was Ye Feng playing him and the rest of the people earlier, his strength was also very exaggerated.
Not many first-tier snooker players, let alone professional snooker players, would be able to achieve such computational ability, overall vision, and precise force release techniques.
For example, Baron Andrew himself was not sure if he could achieve this level of micro-control.
Seeing that Ye Feng had scored the fourth ball without any surprise, and had accurately positioned the red ball, his expression gradually turned unpleasant.
The guests who had thought that Baron Andrew had a 99% chance of winning this round all held their breaths.
At this mont, Ye Feng’s performance had not only exceeded their expectations, it even made them gasp in amazent.
Every shot was clean and neat, and every shot was very beautiful.
Such a snooker match was not common even in so top tournants, let alone in real life.
Seeing this, Anjou Prince’s friends were dumbfounded, they could not help but whisper to her, “Anjou, was Ye Feng really not playing us just now?”
“His snooker skills are a little too exaggerated.”
“I feel that when he said that he was the King of Snooker in the Dragon Country, he might not have been lying at all.”
“I’ve been to so of the top tournants before, those top snooker players in the world can play beautifully, but such a beautiful situation sotis requires a bit of luck. It’s extrely rare to see soone like Ye Feng who can do it in one go.”
“Anjou, why don’t you help us ask Ye Feng? He said that if we beca his girlfriend, we could touch his abs with you. Is that true?”
“…”
Everyone present was shocked by Ye Feng’s snooker skills.
Including Wolfgang, Argyll Hanson, Millie, Isabella and other old acquaintances of Ye Feng.
However, Ye Feng was completely imrsed in hitting the ball.
His eyes were only focused on the table and the distribution of each ball on the table.
After another goal, he calculated the next few strokes and continued to play.
It was not until he did not know how many balls had entered the pockets that he recovered from his state of concentration. He turned to look at Anjou Prince and Isabella.
“If I take all the balls on the table in one go, it shouldn’t be considered a foul, right?”
Anjou Prince was a little absent-minded when she heard that and forgot to answer.
Isabella looked at Ye Feng with a strange expression. “Do you really like this kind of bad taste?”
“Do you still want to continue pretending to be a newbie?”
Ye Feng was a little helpless. “This is really my first ti playing snooker.”
“I’d be a fool to believe you.” Isabella shook her head.
“So, can anyone tell if it’s a foul to clear all the balls on the table in one go?” Ye Feng asked again.
“Of course not.” Anjou Prince hurriedly replied.
“That’s good.” Ye Feng did not say anything else. He took in a deep breath, and after entering his focused state, he struck again.
Then, he continued to hit until all the balls were in the pockets. Then, he put down the cue and walked to Baron Andrew.
“According to the rules of snooker, I should have won this round, right?”
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