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Chapter 130: V30: Gu Zixuan is my woman, so I win

Chapter 130: V30: Gu Zixuan is my woman, so I win

The entire venue let out a faint gasp.

Feng Chengjin, however, arched his eyebrows coldly, bending steadily, and struck the black ball into the pocket with the most ingenious angle, "snap".

Eight points in hand, handled extremely decisively.

He played a red ball and a black ball with utmost stability to maximize the score.

His imposing manner was like a rainbow, he handled it faster and more steadily than Yu Yuanshen.

This drew the audience’s attention wildly, as if seeing a noble prince from the night for a moment.

There was not even a collision with the wall of the pocket in his precise shots.

What was more impressive was when he shot the last red ball, needing to hit the black ball, the angles were not ideal due to the earlier double-shot power issue.

After finishing the second-last red ball, even though Feng Chengjin carefully moved the white ball toward the black ball’s position.

But due to the force, the static on the table, and the angle not being 100% precise, the white ball did not end up in the ideal position, and was even blocked by the green ball by 15% of the angle.

For a moment, the scene was subtly silent, with a ripple of tension.

What will he do? Forcibly aiming for the black ball, he could very likely hit the green ball, lose points, and once ball control returns to Yu Yuanshen, this game is basically over.

But if he doesn’t go for the black ball, the best on the table is the blue ball. The blue ball is 5 points, even if he clears the table, he’s still at 65 points, and even with a snooker that forces Yu Yuanshen to foul, losing 4 points, he’d still lose...

Everyone’s eyes were faintly eager.

The unspoken silence vividly highlighted the atmosphere of a world-class championship.

At the side, Yu Yuanshen’s amber eyes were also deeply narrowed, watching the table, watching Feng Chengjin, with a light smile on his lips.

...

Beside the table.

Feng Chengjin paused, his dark shirt under the lights accentuating the depth of his attractive face.

The situation on the table was very clear.

Actually, playing the blue ball was the conservative choice; afterward, if he sets up two snookers to subtract Yu Yuanshen’s points or forces Yu Yuanshen to hit the blue, pink, or black ball, deductions over four points could also win.

But this would make the difficulty level even higher...

Moreover... feeling the nearby gaze with a gentle smile.

Feng Chengjin’s dark pupils squinted slightly, slowly extending his hand as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Raising his hand, the edge of his black shirt sleeve was adorned with sparkling diamond buttons.

His long and clean fingers supported the cue, standing up, he did not lower himself but instead stood the cue upright.

This astonishing move caused everyone in the venue to widen their eyes collectively.

As if realizing something, a man outside the glass room who knew the game well couldn’t help but remark, "Aiming and strength will be hard to control. If this is a miscue, it’s over."

In the next instant, with strength like a dazzling rainbow, momentum like the tide, he quickly and powerfully executed a jump shot, causing the white ball to leap over the green ball, heading straight for the black ball.

Cleanly and efficiently, without any hesitation, the strength was frightening, with a bang.

The black ball shot straight into the pocket!

Precisely to the millimeter!

...

For a moment, the scene was dead silent, and three seconds later, the applause began to erupt fervently.

The waitstaff couldn’t help but lower their gaze, taking a careful look at the angle, sighing in speechless admiration.

Yu Yuanshen, however, showed little reaction, as if anticipating Feng Chengjin would do this, his gaze lightly smiling with a faint sense of affirmation.

The next moment, the safety play phase began.

Feng Chengjin wanted to win; it’s impossible to win by playing the remaining colored balls in order.

Therefore, the charm of snooker lies here, creating safety plays to force the opponent into impossible shots and incur penalty points, which becomes especially important.

When the first snooker was set up, the perfect straight line between the balls drew a second wave of applause from the audience.

Yu Yuanshen smiled lightly, without a trace of shock, grabbed his cue, bent over, and made the shot. The white ball, after several rebounds on the table, hit the 2-point yellow ball, and simultaneously, stably knocked the yellow behind the brown ball, pulling the white into another straight line.

The successful clearance and counter-safety play elicited a third wave of applause during the audience’s sharp intake of breath.

Feng Chengjin also sneered coldly. After observing, he bent over, moved his cue swiftly, choosing a more ingenious angle, this time finding the angle during the clearance, skillfully placing two balls between the white and yellow balls.

Precise calculations caused the audience to involuntarily erupt in a fourth wave of applause.

Time passes.

Feng Chengjin and Yu Yuanshen were caught up in a cycle of making shots and countering shots, creating and dismantling setups.

With each precise burst, the yellow ball, green ball, and one after another, got knocked down.

As the number of balls on the table decreased, the scene intensified into an absolute frenzy.

The more they played, the more refined their skills became. Yu Yuanshen’s technique was gentle yet tricky in angles, while Feng Chengjin’s force was aggressive and full of traps, showcasing all kinds of ability and calculation through shot-making, ultimately making the spectators forget they were in a high-end clubhouse that charged by the hour, all consumed by watching a semi-professional level match for free!

While searching for technical flaws, Yu Yuanshen leaned down, measuring angles with his cue on every ball, a slight smile at the corner of his lips, "Who do you think will win between us tonight?"

Previously, Yu Yuanshen was successfully countered for two shots, losing 8 points.

But Yu Yuanshen also forced Feng Chengjin to hit a blue ball, deducting 5 points.

In a back-and-forth, Feng Chengjin reclaimed 3 points.

There were only 18 points left on the table, even if all were won, it would end in a 62 to 62 draw.

Who would’ve guessed, after scanning the table, Feng Chengjin sneered and confidently spat out one word, "Me."

Yu Yuanshen was slightly stunned, raising an eyebrow with a hint of unspeakable sarcastic amusement, "How did you see that?"

Feng Chengjin lightly curved his lips without answering, only after Yu Yuanshen played another precise setup, did he lean down towards the white ball: "Because... Gu Zixuan is my woman, so I win."

Having said that, accompanied by a powerful strike, the white ball ricocheted several times on the table, perfectly unraveling Yu Yuanshen’s setup, successfully leading towards a counter setup...

Yu Yuanshen was stunned, not because of the table, but because earlier, when there were fewer people, he would deliberately hide names in his words to prevent any negative impact on Gu Zixuan.

Now, with so many people watching in this high-class circle, every word exchanged between them would fall into the ears of those around, and yet Feng Chengjin bluntly mentioned Gu Zixuan’s name in such a situation?

Indeed, under the heightened tension of the onlookers, some were shocked by the table, but even more were stunned by Feng Chengjin’s words.

Unexpectedly, Feng Chengjin was completely unfazed, and after speaking, he placed the black cue on the table, picked up his suit, and said to the waiter, "President Yu is treating."

He turned and left.

On the scene, the waiter naturally had no objection to the phrase President Yu is treating; President Yu was a regular at this clubhouse, and when he arrived, he seemingly had the intention to pick up the tab later.

Yet on-site, Yu Yuanshen was thoroughly exasperated into silent frustration.

Faced with the subtly probing glances from those present, Yu Yuanshen was truly shocked by Feng Chengjin’s entirely self-destructive gameplay, leaving him physically stricken, his blood frozen.

What is he trying to do?

Either playing cunningly and darkly, forcing me into the spotlight, using me as a target to disrupt Gu Zixuan’s marriage, provoking He Qimo against me, ultimately reaping benefits.

Or he drags me down with him, anyway, if he’s going down, he’s pulling someone along.

Is he not planning to spectacularly force Gu Zixuan into a successful divorce, and won’t stop until he does?

Reflecting on Feng Chengjin’s earlier words, "Gu Zixuan is my woman." Yu Yuanshen chuckled lightly as he savoring some unspeakable deeper meaning.

Dropping his eyes, Yu Yuanshen looked at the table game and the final position of the white ball.

Pink, blue, black, white.

The borderless table wasn’t too problematic, but the only issue was the white ball’s final slow-roll position closely touching the black ball without a slightest gap.

No angle.

I... lost.

...

As Feng Chengjin left Xinghua Guanghai Clubhouse.

Getting into the car, Qin Nuo and the driver quickly woke up from their waiting slumber, seeing him, nodded, "President Feng."

Feng Chengjin nodded, as he closed the car door, he said, "Go."

The driver started, revved, and the Bentley Mulsanne slowly drove out of the parking space.

Once the speed was steady, Feng Chengjin started saying to Qin Nuo, "Contact Wang Yikun in the public relations department tonight, and enter a 24-hour emergency response state."

Aware that Feng Chengjin likely said something he shouldn’t have, such situations had occurred before, as public figures occasionally said something in private, a prompt reaction would involve the PR department to handle and control media opinions, preventing events from spreading to the public’s ears.

"Oh, okay." Qin Nuo agreed while simultaneously couldn’t help asking, "President Feng, did something happen?"

Feng Chengjin didn’t answer, only resting coldly against the fine leather seat back, hands folded, looking magnificent.

Reflecting on Yu Yuanshen’s earlier words, "Permit me to remind you, the Feng elders have already given you their final ultimatum, haven’t they?"

Lips hinting a subtle cold smile...