181: C181 A Miracle in Snow's History

C181 A Miracle in Snow's History

Han Qiang smiled, "Since Caishen is so confident, how about we play the first round?"

Caishen did not want to be outdone and coldly snorted, "If you come then come. Am I afraid of you?"

Arriving at the Snowke Stadium, Han Qiang could not help but sigh with emotion. When most people in the country had yet to see the Snow House Stadium, the God Hao Ring had already built the Snow House Stadium, which had reached a world-class level. If the future geniuses like God Ding, God Fu, and God Liang were to train in this kind of environment earlier, their results would probably be many times better than they had imagined!

Caishen stepped into the Snowke stadium and her temperament suddenly changed. Her eyes became sharper and she said with a smile, "Mr Qiang, I am your follower after all. Why don't you give me the chance to kick the ball?"

Unlike the rice billiard which created miracles with great force, there was not much difference between starting the game first and then starting the game later in snooker. The advantage she had was also very weak. As a man, Han Qiang naturally would not care about such a small matter with her.

A trace of slyness flashed in Caishen's eyes. She picked a baseball pole and leaned on the table to prepare to hit the ball.

Only then did Han Qiang realize that Caishen, who had a face full of smoke and makeup and had hair like a rainbow-colored parrot, did indeed have some real skills. Lying on the snow mountain of the case, she looked especially majestic. He even somewhat regretted revising the bet from before.

Caishen sharply caught the fire in his eyes. She could not help but smile coldly and hit the white ball.

It was different from the fighting style of setting up the snooker steadily. Her ball path was very wild. When she came up, she was like a newbie, blowing up the ball at all costs.

Han Qiang naturally would not treat her as a newbie. He carefully observed the ball's positioning. When he saw a red ball fall straight into the bottom bag, the rest of the balls stopped on the table like a goddess scattering flowers. Suddenly, two words jumped out from the bottom of his heart, "Expert!"

The first round of Snowke's exploding ball was almost no different from courting death, but Caishen was able to control her strength to the right extent. The position of the scattered red balls was also very good. If another Great God went on stage, they could clear the stage with one move!

Sure enough, Caishen did not let him down and played a round.

The red ball and the colored ball on the table entered their bags, but they got fifty-three points in a short while. Even if Han Qiang went on to clear the stage, he could only get a pitiful twenty-three points.

Caishen smiled proudly, "Seeing that you are a newbie, how about I win 30 points from you in this round?"

Han Qiang sincerely praised, "Caishen is indeed amazing. I admit defeat. Take the chips yourself."

"I will consider you straightforward ~" Caishen's smile was thick as she drew 150 game currency.

Seeing Han Qiang lose 150 million ___ before even touching the ball, Chen Yun acted as if he had been injected with stimulants. He took the initiative to come to the table and said proudly, "I will not take advantage of you. Let's throw a coin to decide who will start the ball."

"Whatever." Han Qiang smiled indifferently.

Chen Yun gave the referee a look and rushed to say, "I choose the word!"

The referee was very familiar with the young masters of the capital, so he naturally knew what the purpose of today was. When he threw the coin, he played a little trick, allowing him to get the right to kick the ball as he wished.

Han Qiang curled his lips in disdain and said, "You are just trying to make a profit. You are far from being as honest and cute as Miss Caishen."

In her heart, Caishen was praised happily by the handsome guy, but on the surface, she snorted coldly. "It's useless to flatter you there. In the upcoming events, I should win you, but I will still win you. Just wait for the money to be lost!"

Chen Yun pretended not to hear Han Qiang's muttering and imitated Caishen's way of doing things to create miracles. He did not expect that drawing a tiger and drawing a tiger would not end up like a dog. The red ball did not score with one, but instead gave Han Qiang a chance to play free ball.

According to the rules, Han Qiang could choose any red ball to play. He smiled and scored a blue ball. He backhanded the black ball and earned eight points.

Looking at the well-proportioned red ball and colored ball scattered on the table, Chen Yun's face looked like he swallowed a lump of sh * t. He watched silently from the side.

Caishen, who had just won 150 game currency, was in a very good mood. She pointed at the red ball in the corner and said with a smile, "Director Han, play that ball first. It is very beneficial to you."

Han Qiang quickly swept his eyes across the table and locked onto the red ball that was the hardest to hit on the far side of the table. He sent the white ball flying with a bang.

Caishen flicked her colorful hair and said with a cold smile, "Don't listen to me. Just wait to lose your pants."

Lee Si, Young Master Loong and the other snooker experts all smiled and shook their heads. For a fool like him who was seeking his own death, he would probably lose close to a thousand game currencies after five rounds.

Smack!

When the white ball touched the red ball, the red ball strangely turned in an arc, bypassing the black ball in front of it, and rolled into the bottom bag.1

F * ck!

Everyone in the arena stood up in shock, and looked at Han Qiang in disbelief.

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Yun's forehead. He forced himself to smile coldly and said, "Coincidence! It must be a coincidence!"

"Coincidence?"

Caishen looked at Han Qiang suspiciously, then looked at the white ball in the perfect position with the black ball.

Pah!

Han Qiang aimed for a few seconds and the black ball entered his bag. The white ball moved elegantly and ran to another perfect position with the red ball.

"Coincidence! It must be a coincidence!" Chen Yun's eyes almost popped out as he shouted in a crazy voice.

"Idiot! How could there be such a coincidence!"

Caishen muttered in a low voice and looked at Han Qiang differently.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

A series of crisp sounds rang out. The red ball on the table, the black ball alternated and fell into the bag. In a short while, there were only 27 points left on the table.

Chen Yun was completely dumbfounded!

Han Qiang's performance just now was even more professional than that of a professional snooker player. It completely exceeded the imagination of an amateur player.

Caishen, Young Master Loong, Lee Si, and other true snooker experts' expressions became extremely interesting.

Lee Si's voice was somewhat bitter as he said, "Has the video camera at the competition venue turned on?"

The butler respectfully said, "Young Master, the sixteen cameras in the stadium are all on."

Lee Si lowered his voice and said, "Make the onlookers lower their voices. Don't let it affect his performance. I want to see if he can create miracles!"

Young Master Loong, who was standing at the side, also did not object for the first time.

It was because the current situation was too strange!

If Han Qiang used the Clear Ball Platform again, it would create a miracle in the history of Snow!

147 + 8 = 155 points!

Theoretically, a single pole would be able to obtain the greatest score!

A single pole with 147 points, a score that even a professional Snow player would find extremely difficult to achieve. To be able to do it once in his career was already a great honor!

A single pole with 155 points, this was something that had never appeared in the history of Snowwick. In other words, there was currently no country in the world that could produce such a result. If Han Qiang was able to achieve such a result, then it will shock the entire snooker!

Even the country would become famous!

Han Qiang did not think too much about it. He calmly cleaned up the remaining balls on the table.

When the last ball rolled down the bottom bag, the moment the scoreboard displayed 155 points, the entire snooker football stadium fell into a dead silence, followed by a shocking cheer!

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