Peerless Genius System

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Without a word, Ye Yingying walked to the table with exceptionally focused eyes.

In this game, she wanted to showcase all of what she was capable of unreservedly, win back her bank card and watch, and all the more, let Xiao Luo lick her heels clean in front of everyone, so as to vent her hate.

On the table, the white ball and the red ball that was separated from the cluster was about half a table away. The red ball also had quite some distance with the bottom hole. Such a strike was the hardest to take. Its difficulty factor was immense.

If she could get the ball potted, she would have the chance to pressure her opponent with that move alone, but if she couldn't, she could very well be counter-pressured.

This was undoubtedly a very risky strike!

Everyone focused their attention and held their breath while they looked at the emerald-colored snooker table, wondering if that ball could be potted into a hole.

Ye Yingying looked very calm. She bent down and struck the white ball without hesitation.

"Tuck~"

Being impacted by the cue, the white ball gushed away. After colliding with the red ball, it thumped into the cluster of red balls, while the previous red ball rolled straight the bottom hole. Following a "Ka-drrum", it potted glamorously.

At the same time, another red ball from the clump that was scattered was also potted into another hole.

Two pots in a strike, two points in an instant!

"Great strike!"

"You're the best Yingying! A prodigy in snooker!"

"In the face of absolute skill, that contemptible rebel can never get his sh*t together."

When Ye Yingying's friends were cheering for her, they didn't forget blast Xiao Luo with mockery.

The others were also nodding to each other. This was truly a beautiful strike by Ye Yingying. It was done calmly, decisively, and clean, pleasant to look at, and the crowd had to applaud for her.

Xiao Luo, on the other hand, was still at the side while he continued to leisurely sip on the red wine that he had yet finished drinking, enjoying the wonderful pleasures of good wine rolling through, and nourishing his throat.

After potting two balls in a strike and having acquired two points, Ye Yingying continued her turn. Her choice was the pink ball that was worth six points. The position of the white cue ball was very conducive, and with greater reason, it would beneficial for her subsequent moves. Hence, knocking the pink ball was the best choice.

"Tuck~"

The crisp melody of the cue strike sounded. The white ball went rolling directly towards the pink ball at a very fast speed. It was a heavy strike. Ye Yingying's intention was obvious as to position the white ball at a favorable position after potting the pink ball, to continue her turn with the red balls.

"Clack~"

After being knocked by the white ball, the pink ball sprinted towards the bottom hole with accuracies at the extreme. The murky opening of the hole was like an opened giant mouth waiting to slurp in the pink ball. However, just when the crowd thought that the ball will be potted for sure, an accident occurred. At the moment when the swift-moving pink ball entered the hole, it sped around the hole and was spurted back out.

"What? How could that be?"

One of Ye Yingying's friends yelled aloud.

The scene was in an uproar. No one expected that to happen. That was a confirmed pot. Why did it spin around the hole entrance and spring back out?

Ye Yingying also had her eyes slightly widened and her face in a startle. This was completely beyond her expectations.

"Damn it, why did that happen?"

Fu Jiawei forcefully flung his arms as he reviled in displease.

"What happened?" from far away, Chu Yue blinked her enthralling eyes and asked out of puzzlement.

With a doubting look, Bai Ling said, "It looks like the unexpected has occurred. Ye Yingying didn't pot the pink ball."

"That's fine. I don't believe that poser will ever win Yingying in a normal match," Chu Yue was full of confidence in Ye Yingying.

…

At this moment, Xiao Luo put down the wine glass, stood up, and said leisurely, "Such scenarios could easily happen when you use too much strength. It's like a basketball flying towards the hoop at high speed. As long as the accuracy deviates just slightly, the speed can produce a big enough centrifugal force to make it rotate along the hoop, and in the end, bounce right out from it. The reasoning behind is the same."

"What a great speech, you sound like you know snooker very well!" Ye Yingying scoffed in disdain.

"This isn't about snooker. It is simple physics," Xiao Luo said calmly.

Ye Yingying snorted lightly, "Don't get too full of yourself. The game has only just begun. Don't ever think that you can win."

"Sometimes, a tiny mistake is often fatal," Xiao Luo revealed an enigmatic smile.

"Really?"

Ye Yingying sneered, "I might have made a mistake, but the white ball is attached to the edge, and all the more, at the break-off region. You think this will be an easy ball for you?"

"For me, anywhere is the same," Xiao Luo said disapprovingly.

"Hu-huh… I'll look forward to your performance then!" Ye Yingying dropped a cold sentence, turned around, and backed off.

Xiao Luo didn't strike the ball immediately but placed his cue aside and reached out his hands to pick up something on the emerald-colored table.

Fang Shulan was impatient as she yelled, "Xiao Luo, what are you doing? Can you take your turn?"

Xiao Luo raised his head and smiled gently, "There is a small piece of dirt on the table. I want to dispose of it."

"So what if you clear the dirt? Do you think you can really win Yingying?" Fang Shulan got so pissed off that she laughed, feeling that Xiao Luo was being extremely ridiculous.

Xiao Luo said ever so tranquilly, "Let me get rid of the dirt. Then, I will show you all how to clear the table."

Clearing the table?

The crowd was startled at first. Then, they turned up their noses and laughed, feeling that Xiao Luo speech was too biggety and too pretentious.

"Are you pretending? If you can clear the table, I'll cut off my d*ck right over here!"

"What a boaster."

"I've never seen such a shameless and arrogant person."

Fang Shulan and Ye Yingying's friends sneered. That guy who promised to eat shit earlier on even said that he would cut off his schlong.

Fu Jiawei shook his head as he turned around to look at Chu Yue. He sighed on the inside, "I have absolutely no idea why princess Chu Yue would let such a guy into her team. Is skill really that important that just anyone can be recruited?"

Ignoring the mockeries from all around, after puffing off the dirt in his hand, Xiao Luo picked up the cue, bent down his body, and struck the white ball seemingly without aiming.

Clean, smooth, and without delay!

"Clack~"

Before the crowd's attention, the white ball knocked a red ball into a hole and stopped firmly at a corner.

Xiao Luo didn't bother to look at the crowd. He walked over with the cue, bent his body, and continued to strike the white ball within less than ten seconds from his previous shot.

"Clack~"

With the crisp sound of balls colliding, the black ball rolled towards a hole and was potted following a "Ka-drrum".

Eh? What's going on?

The crowd was astounded as their movements froze for him.

Xiao Luo continued without pausing. With the cue in his hands, he changed positions and continued to strike the ball.

One strike, one pot!

"Ka-drrum~"

"Ka-drrum~"

Red ball pots, black ball pots, red ball pots, black ball pots, and the cycle repeated.

As known to the crowd, the black ball held the highest point, which was seven. With it continuously being potted, Xiao Luo's score continuously soared with two values of one and eight.

Amidst the crowd's gazes in awe, with movements as smooth as flowing water, Xiao Luo expressionlessly went one strike after another, potting the balls serenely like a snooker grandmaster. It was like he was performing magic…