Peerless Genius System

Chapter 35: Flaw

All the guests were stunned. Chu Yue and Bai Ling, who were far away, also straightened up their bodies.

Yikes! The ball went in!

The pink ball was potted into a hole!

A brute-force thrust that sent the white ball bumping around like a headless fly hit the pink ball. And not only that, it even knocked the pink ball into a hole.

Holy moly, how is that possible?

No one could believe their eyes. It was one in a million. Unbelievable. Unacceptable. They never expected something like this to happen.

Xiao Luo stood upright, walked toward Fu Jiawei, and patted his shoulders, “Jiawei, thanks for your blessing. The ball has been potted!”

Fu Jiawei just stood there, unsure of what to do. He broke out in an awkward smile.

Ye Yingying, Fang Shulan, and the rest of the gang looked as if their mouths were stuffed with fish. Their expressions were as awful as awful could be.

“Luck, it must be luck. I’ll eat sh*t if this isn’t a lucky ball!” A guy who had a great relationship with Ye Yingying was unconvinced.

The others also subconsciously nodded in agreement. The white ball rebounded four times before it hit the pink ball. If this weren’t a lucky ball, no one would’ve believed the tale anyway. It couldn’t possibly be that Xiao Luo had mastery over the white ball’s trajectories, right? If that was the case, wouldn’t Xiao Luo be better than those internationally renowned grandmasters in snooker? Was that even possible?”

Xiao Luo was impressed by that guy’s hypothesis. “If you say it’s a lucky ball, then a lucky ball it shall be. I can’t possibly say no and let you eat sh*t, right?”

“You…”

That guy was gritting his teeth and rubbing his palms. If Fu Jiawei hadn’t given him a dirty look, he would have bolted up to teach that arrogant Xiao Luo a lesson!

At this moment, Ye Yingying said with a knowing smile, “Don’t get too full of yourself. Pot the black ball if you can, or you’ll still lose!”

“Yeah, get on with it! I don’t believe you’ll have such great luck this time.” It was that guy from just now who was itching to see Xiao Luo fail.

“It was all luck just now. If he pots the black ball this time, I will kneel to him.”

“Just kneeling? I will straight up call him daddy!”

“Yeah. A miracle like that will never happen twice.”

The few people who were close acquaintances of Ye Yingying began taunting him.

Xiao Luo kept quiet, bent down, and locked his cue on the white ball. The cue, the white ball, and the black ball were in a straight line. His eyes were sharp, and his body was radiating a unique aura. A gust of wind blew over, sending the fringe on his forehead into a gentle flutter.

The air condensed as he channeled his focus.

His foxy grin, his confidence, his evil yet charming morale, and his solemnness were giving off a mysterious air of kingliness.

For a moment, Chu Yue was taken in by this force in the world. She murmured subconsciously, “That poser looks so… so handsome!”

At this moment, Xiao Luo had already taken his shot.

Clack

It was still a hard strike. The white ball whistled toward the black ball like a ray of white light rupturing the fabric of space that it even left an afterimage in the crowd’s eyes.