solarly

The three words "full of stars" are used in a billiard match to describe a side that has been won by an opponent and, while all of his opponent's balls have gone into the holes, none of his balls have been used and seven balls have been skimmed off the table.

This was the situation at hand, Wendell scored seven goals in one breath, and there was hardly any pause in between, the action was as fluid as if those balls deserved to be scored as a matter of course, and it could not have felt more normal to anyone, because his skill, his strength, was enough to play such cla_sic great shots.

Larry, however, was in an awkward situation.

Seven balls on the table, with the same pattern, looked alone, like seven lonely geese that had strayed from the flock, so harsh, so unpleasant to look at.

From the start of this set until now, Larry hadn't touched the mother ball, and could only watch Wendell play.

However, this result still made him unable to accept it.

You know, even the president of that billiard a_sociation in his university days, that was still an absolute professional, couldn't even hit a full star out in such a short time!

Because, there are a lot of uncertainties in billiards, such as opening the ball and maybe opening a dead game. Just like before, one of Wendell's balls was so tightly surrounded by the other three balls that he couldn't go for it at all.

In the opening game, with fifteen balls packed tightly together, even a person of the highest level would not be able to fully control the direction and landing point of all the balls.

Yet, Wendell did it.

Perhaps when he was playing, everyone marvelled at his technique and luck, but no one noticed that Wendell's big picture view was even better than his technique, almost to the extreme.

Because, Wendell had the whole situation in his hands when the set first opened, he already knew everything, even where each ball would be hit, he already had a great idea. Having gone through the extraordinary training of the Super Agent Training System, doing all this could not have been easier for him.

However, if the inside story was made clear to others, I'm afraid none of them would believe it. There were fifteen balls on the table, sixteen in total if you add the mother ball.

It's more difficult than ever to control where the balls go and where they stay, knowing that billiards is not only about the variables of ball-to-ball impact, but also about feel, strength, angle, cue and the external environment.

Otherwise, those who play in real international tournaments are all top players, but why do they play differently every time? This is the difference in form and therefore the difference in performance.

However, what others don't know is that Wendell is a real player. When he played, it was as if he instantly entered the agent training system without any distractions, to the extent that even if someone was talking in his ear at this time, it absolutely could not affect him.

Every movement, even the strength of every muscle, Wendell could accurately grasp. Under such circumstances, if he still couldn't control every ball, it would really be a waste of training.

"You……" Looking at Wendell who had a smile on his face while holding his hand out, Larry was instantly enraged, he then realized that his proud ball skills meant nothing in this teenager's eyes.

"I'm really sorry, I won the second game, a thousand dollars!" Wendell said indifferently with a smile on his face, "Pay the money first and we'll start the third game, don't forget, we have a ten set agreement!"

"Humph!"

Larry coldly snorted, holding back the strong anger in his heart as he took out another thousand from his wallet and handed it to Wendell, "Hillbilly, haven't you ever seen money? You want it so urgently, am I going to cheat for this measly thousand dollars?"

"I certainly don't dare to doubt Mr. He's character, however, my own character is a bit poor, I can't see money, or else I'd be red in the eyes. Oh……" Wendell smiled faintly in a self-deprecating manner, "I also hope Mr. He doesn't mind before!"

"Would I be common sense with a country bumpkin like you?" Having been won over to the fullest, Larry was no longer speaking so politely and grunted disdainfully.

Wendell, however, said as if he hadn't heard it and just smiled, "That couldn't be better, let's start the third game!"

In his heart, Larry wanted to refuse, yet seeing the crowd of onlookers, who had all heard about his ten-set agreement with Wendell, and could not pull his face back, he had to take up his cue and play the third set with a stiff upper lip.

However, perhaps because of his anger, or perhaps because of the pressure Wendell had put on him, the third game had just kicked off and Larry had surprisingly failed to score a single ball.

Wendell smiled faintly and picked up his cue.

"Pop!"

The first ball with a big pattern went in.

Snap! Snap! Snap……!

Next, Wendell didn't give Larry any chance until he scored the black eight, and Wendell only made six shots in total, of which were goals in one shot.

Another full house!

This time, Larry's face turned green.

And as if he didn't notice, Wendell put his hand out again and said with a smile, "Sorry, another thousand dollars!"

Larry's hand shook violently, but looking at the crowd gathered around him, he could only take the money out with a stiff upper lip.

According to the rule of taking turns to open the ball, it was Wendell's turn to open the ball in the 4th game, and he didn't even ask Larry if he wanted to continue playing before he opened the ball.

"Snap! Snap! Pop……"

Another full house, and in the 4th set, Wendell finished the game.

And next, the fifth game, the sixth sentence, Wendell still did not leave the slightest chance for Larry, except for the fifth game when Larry opened the ball and scored one, the rest, he did not score a single ball. By the sixth sentence, it was another full house!

Taking the money from Larry's hand, Wendell smiled and asked, "Mr. He, it's the seventh inning oh, do you want to continue playing?"

"Wendell!"

Before Larry could speak, Helen, who had been silent next to him, suddenly spoke up.

She looked at Wendell with a complicated expression and said softly, "Don't continue the fight, give me face, okay?"

"Shut up!"

Larry roared furiously, as if his tail had been stepped on, and stormed out, "I don't need a woman to plead for me yet, humph!"

After saying that, he slammed his cue to the ground and left without looking back.

Helen's face changed, then she gave Wendell an extremely complicated look and also turned around to follow him.

"Pah pah pah!"

The crowd gathered around could not help but applaud, they had seen a duel of a lifetime today, or to be precise, a personal performance by Wendell. The kind of ball skills that could almost be described as out-of-this-world, absolutely unforgettable and breathtaking!

"Crazy man, well done!" Liam's face was red with excitement as he fiercely slapped Wendell on the shoulder and said in admiration, "Great for you, crazy, buddy, I never knew that your skills were so great, even better than those professionals!"

"Just playing casually too!" Wendell said honestly, this kind of skill, and the absolute experts in the super agent training system, is only fifty percent chance of winning.

However, when this sounded in the ears of Liam and the onlookers, they couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

If this kind of transcendent level was just a casual game, then what were they, the people, considered?

Regardless of what the others thought, Wendell did not have the heart to care, what he was concerned about now was the glance Helen gave him when she was leaving, what did she mean?

 

To be continued....