Chapter 1225 Does My Little Tyrant at the Table Deserve to Have a Name?

"Mr. Li, are we going to follow?" Scarlet asked with a sigh of relief.

Li Feng smiled playfully: "I think it's the best policy for you to sneak away in this situation."

"It's very attractive..." Scarlett's eyes flashed, a little moved.

At this moment, Mark Jonathan, who was far away, saw that Scarlett was not following, and immediately turned around and said, "Scarlett, comeon."

Scarlett curled her lips and whispered, "I can't run now."

The voice fell, she stood up with the corner of her skirt, and quickly followed.

Li Feng shook his head and smiled, and followed them to a billiards room on the second floor.

This billiard room is built according to the standard playing field, except that there is no audience seat, everything else is the same as the standard field.

Whether it is the level of the ground, the selection of the pool table, the design of the lighting, or the details of the player's rest chair, we strive to be perfect.

In more detail, the club also provides professional referees and does its best to create a game atmosphere for customers.

That's why many billiards fans come to play at the Navigator Club. Before, Mark Jonathan played billiards with his friends on the second floor, and he went downstairs after hearing Scarlett coming here.

After Jim and Mark each picked a pool cue, the referee stepped forward to swing the ball.

The two played not fancy nine balls, but snooker. It was more difficult to play snooker than fancy nine balls, because snooker's table was large, it was difficult to attack from a distance, the pocket was small, and the ball was also difficult to play. Smaller than a fancy nine ball.

And when playing snooker, you should pay attention to defense when attacking. After all, defense is the essence of snooker.

There is a player in China who won the snooker world championship. He used to play nine balls and one stroke to clear the stage without using a frame.

On the contrary, if the champion of fancy nines goes to play snooker, it is difficult to exceed 100 in a single stroke.

Of course, snooker and nine-ball belong to two kinds of sports. It is unfair to compare them together. If the nine-ball champion practices snooker since childhood, it is not necessarily worse than the current snooker champion.

After the swing is over, the referee flips a coin.

"I guess numbers," Jim Albert said first.

Mark Jonathan's expression froze: "I also want to guess the numbers."

"Then I'll let you, I guess the pattern?" Jim Albert said sarcastically.

"Hmph, no need, I guess the pattern." Mark Jonathan sneered, rejecting his "kindness".

The referee removed his right hand, revealing the coin on his arm, with the design facing up.

"Sheet!" Mark Jonathan cursed in a low voice.

On the opposite side, Jim Albert had a smug smile on his face.

Different from the nine-ball, the person who kicks off first in snooker will suffer a little bit. Under normal circumstances, the first kick-off will not score, and can only be nudged to make a snooker.

If you want to score a goal, you have to tee off vigorously. If you hit 21 balls in one shot, but don’t score a red ball, you can easily be cleared by your opponent with one shot.

Of course, this is for professional players. It is too difficult for amateur players to clear the stage with one shot, and it is difficult to break a hundred with a single shot.

Although Mark Jonathan was an amateur, he had hired a coach to do professional training, and his level was much higher than that of the average amateur. After taking a deep breath, he lay on the table for a while and made a light putt.

"Snapped"

The white ball was hit and hit the red ball at the back right of the red ball pile. The red ball rolled to the back right and then stopped. The other 14 red balls just spread out a little, and they still look like they were from a distance. very close.

The white ball hit the bottom and rolled to the right rear of the black ball.

A snooker that looks great among amateurs!

"pretty!"

"Snooker!"

"mark,

You are so awesome! "

Mark Jonathan's entourage applauded.

Mark Jonathan raised his hands and accepted the compliments from his followers.

"call"

Jim Albert's entourage was immediately booed.

"You're too happy too early? The black ball didn't completely block the white ball's path."

Jim Albert sneered, walked to the table with the club, leaned over and took a look, and pushed out a clean shot.

"Snapped"

The white ball made an arc, easily bypassed the black ball and hit the red ball pile.

In seconds, the strength of the white ball almost disappeared after hitting the pile of red balls, and it stopped after bouncing a few centimeters away.

The piles of red balls were still not scattered, but the distance between them was about half a centimeter larger.

"Nice job, Jim!"

"Yeah! Jim, you're a snooker genius!"

"Jim, the little emperor of the table altar!"

Jim Albert stretched his arms to the cheers of his entourage.

Mark Jonathan's entourage naturally responded with boos.

"whispering sound."

Mark Jonathan pouted and took the club again.

In the following time, the two played three shots alternately. Except for the red balls scattered, not a single red ball was scored...

Although neither of them scored, their followers were very excited. Whenever the two hit the ball, they would give a cheer. The cries of "Little Table Rocket" and "Little Emperor of Table Forum" were heard one after another!

If you don't look at the situation on the field, but only look at the performance of the followers of both sides, you would think that both of them had a single-shot score of over 100.

"My Nima... the little rocket of the table altar? The little emperor of the table altar? That's it?"

Li Feng can't stand it anymore, it's so hot, he thought that the two would play a hearty attack, or they would make a wonderful snooker and let the other side foul to death, and the result...

This is so rookie pecking at each other!

Hearing his complaints, Scarlet couldn't help covering her mouth and smiling softly: "I think they can play well. Although they are a bit worse than professional players, they are still pretty good among amateur players."

Li Feng raised his eyebrows: "Don't I deserve to have a name?"

Scarlett's face was stunned: "The table... the little bully of the table altar?"

"That's right." Li Feng nodded and said as a matter of course: "I'm very good at snooker."

"How powerful?" Scarlett became interested.

Li Feng pondered for two seconds: "Um... 147 with a single shot?"

Scarlett: "..."

Emily: "..."

Wool single pole 147, do you think this is a game? Not to mention the amateur players, even among the professional players participating in the World Championships, how many of them have shot a single stroke of 147 in the regular competition?

If you want to hit a single shot of 147, you have to clear the table with one shot, and every time you score a red ball, you have to score a black ball with the highest score. This difficulty can be imagined.

Even O'Sullivan, known as the Rockets, has "only" hit 147 15 times in his entire career, and he has won 72 championships!

So Li Feng's words became bragging when he heard the two girls' ears...

"Hehe, if you can hit a single shot of 147, I'll eat the club!" Emily sneered.

"Forget it, the club did nothing wrong." Li Feng said with a shrug.

Emily: "???"

Scarlett: "???"

This man... he speaks so well!

Just as the two women were stunned, Jim Albert's roar suddenly came from a distance: "YES! Enter! Finally scored!"