Spoil You All Your Life

(Looking at the cue ball that was stopped by Ming Ming's modest force at the bottom of the table, Mo Zimu frowned slightly, looked at all the large **** on the table carefully, and decisively selected the farthest number 13 ball.

The slender white figure slowly bends down, and the right hand pulls the stick. The maple cue steadily stretches in Mo Zimu's hands twice, and then shoots neatly.

Snapped!

The number 13 ball is simply put into the bag.

Because Mo Zimu's shot was deliberately biased, the cue ball was hoisted back and stopped between the pockets of the table because there were her ball numbers near the two pockets.

Focusing on the No. 9 ball in the middle pocket, Mo Zimu gently puts it into the pocket; the cue ball does not deviate too much from the line, which is very beneficial to the No. 11 ball on the other side. The return lob, No. 11 was successfully captured.

After that, the No. 10 ball and the No. 12 ball were also completed steadily. In the end, the 14th and 15th **** are left.

The No. 14 ball and Ming Ming's No. 2 ball are almost next to each other. If the angle is deviated, the No. 14 is not in the pocket. It may also help Ming Ming to bring the No. 2 ball in, and the No. 15 ball is too far away from the cue ball. Long, and there was a black eight in the middle. Once she hits a black eight in the middle, she must stop twice or take two free throws, and she will definitely lose.

Mo Zimu thought for a while, took a serious look at the table with few colored balls, and finally made up his mind. He chose to hit the No. 15 ball and use the refraction angle of physics to hit a triangular route with high requirements. .

The tall posture slowly bends down, the eye-catching eyes are slightly narrowed, and the line of sight is gently swept over the cue ball, the cue ball, the No. 15 ball, and the bottom pocket of the upper edge, holding your breath, calm, dark The cue ball rushed out between Mo Zimu's fingers, the white cue ball slammed into the edge of the table, and then quickly turned to the No. 15 colored ball after cornering. With a snap, the path of the cue ball was changed again due to the impact and moved towards the original Mo Zimuwei. The point before the pole rolls, and the No. 15 ball is cleanly pocketed after rolling about 35 cm.

"nice shot!"

Ming Ming couldn't help but applaud Mo Zimu. He had to say that the No. 15 ball was really beautiful, and even the catkins who didn't know billiards next to him praised him.

"Although I don't understand, but the route is perfect, Zimu, beautiful!"

Mo Zimu was completely unaffected by the people around him. He walked a few steps, changed directions, looked at the distance between the cue ball and the 14th ball, pursed his red lips, the 15th ball was successful, and the 14th ball was successful. The pressure is much less. As long as the No. 14 ball is in the pocket, even if Ming Ming's No. 2 ball is brought in, she can also get the opportunity to play the black eight first.

Bend over, put the stick, the tip of the cue, the cue ball and the No. 14 ball collide with the three points in a straight line, pull the stick, and shoot.

Snapped! The ball snapped twice. One big and one small.

The No. 14 ball successfully fell into the bag, the No. 2 ball was shaken by the force, and rolled to the bottom edge to stop. The cue ball turned back after the edge and stopped not far from the black eight.

"Pretty!"

Ming Ming almost has the idea of ​​clapping his hands. This strength control is really accurate. The lob returns are just right, not light or heavy. If you are not a master, you will generally not be able to control it so well.

Hei Ba, whose position and route are quite easy, was scored by Mo Zimu without any surprise.

Clear Taiwan in one shot!

The people at the table, even He Xiaohuan couldn't help clapping, "Zimu, it's amazing."

Mo Zimu's always focused and serious face smiled again. Just now playing ball, her face has always been calm and innocent, and such a serious expression makes women like He Xiaohuan fascinated.

No matter who it is, when she concentrates on doing something, the charm from the bottom of her eyes and her bones is the most moving.

Mo Zimu smiled, "Brother Ming made the transfer."

"Where, you are really good." Mingming laughed. "The black eight has a lot more obstacles than the nine ball. Sometimes the nine ball can win without playing all the ball numbers, and the black eight requires it. Hey eight in the bag, master."

Catkin asked curiously, "Have you been studying for many years?"

"I didn't deliberately go to the club to learn."

Mo Zimu looked at Ming Ming and asked, "Do you want to play?"

"Okay."

Mingming smiled, "I guess, your amateur coach will not be-Brother Xian?"

Mo Zimu smiled, took the clever powder on the edge of the pool table and smeared it, and answered Ming Ming's words, "Well, it's Zixian."

(Clever powder: generally a cube, the anti-skid powder applied to the skin head can increase the friction between the skin head and the cue ball, and prevent the player from using the high or low stick or extra game (side spin) due to the skin head It's too smooth and slippery. At the same time, after using the clever powder, you can make the players' strokes sharper and better.)

Mingming smiled, "Sure enough, a famous teacher made a good disciple. The Snooker technique of Zixian is super good."

Mo Zimu smiled, picked up the punch next to him and started teeing off.

"I am not a master, but he is a master teacher."

Ming Ming glanced at Shi Zixian and smiled, "You are very humble."

"No. My S. Knock can't play well. It requires extremely high accuracy, perfect shots, and precise positioning. I can't achieve these."

"Have you played Snooker with Substring?"

Mo Zimu drove the ball, put down the punch, looked at the table, and chose a jumper to hit her second ball. Although she didn't like to talk when she focused on one thing, she answered politely. Ming's words.

"Hit."

"Won?"

"Hehe, how is it possible? He has played with Henry Deli in England. That is the top 20 master in the world. Zixian is a famous teacher. I am a novice."

Ming Ming asked with a smile, "He won't let you?"

Mo Zimu took aim at the ball and did not answer Ming Ming's words for the time being. He said after playing, "When I really learn things, I don't like people letting me."

After a few minutes, Mo Zimu cleared the table with one shot, Ming Ming didn't even touch the ball.

He Xiao laughed and said, "Brother Ming, if Zimu always gets the ball, don't play, it's no show."

"Haha, I can see it too."

An Yu and Li Jinyin finished playing Snooker over there, swaying over, An Yu said to Mo Zimu, "My younger brothers and sisters have good skills, let's have a game."

"Okay."

Li Jinyin asked Mo Zimu, "Will you play Snooker?"

Ming Ming smiled and bumped him, "Don't think about it, she is Brother Xian's apprentice."

Li Jinyin became interested, "Then you like that billiard star? Mark? Higgins? Selby? Murphy? Or the little Ding of our country?"

"'Golden Left Hand' Mark Williams and Ding Junhui."

Like finding a revolutionary comrade, Li Jinyin showed excitement in his naive look, "I also like Mark. Xiaoding's world ranking has dropped and he has fallen out of the top eight."

"In the 11-12 season, Ding Junhui missed too many ptc events, and it was normal for his ranking to drop. Just falling out of the top eight at this point means that he will have difficulty in the next Wales Open, Hainan World Open and China Open. Won a good sign. However, due to the third point of the season, he only deducted 700 points, which is less than Maguire, who is currently ranked eighth. In the upcoming German Masters, his signing is much better than Maguire. The next settlement Pointing back to the top eight is not a big problem."

"Wow, you all know?" Li Jinyin was stunned.

Mo Zimu chuckled, "I have watched the ptc12 World Open in Munich, Germany."

"What are you talking about? So happy?" Shi Zixian walked over after finishing the fight.

Ming Ming sighed, "Brother Xian, your little girlfriend has two things."

Shi Zixian smiled lightly and looked at the group of people next to Mo Zimu's tender eyes.

He has taught her billiards and Sanda since she was fifteen years old. After all these years add up to more than half a year, can she not learn twice?

"Hey, Brother Xian, with so many people here, don't put your Qiubo upright."

Shi Zixian looked at Tan Yi who was talking, "Why don't you let it go?"

"Put it! You carried me today, right?"

Mo Zimu glared at Tan Yi, "Whoever makes you shame, say you can pay the bill, but if you still pay by Zixian, you will be cut!"

Tan Yi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed happily, "I'm fooling you, younger sister, you are his wife and not mine. If it's mine, not just one meal, I will buy ten meals too."

Tan Yi's voice didn't fall, Shi Zixian and Mo Zimu simultaneously hit him with one punch, making him scream.

"Wow, the husband and wife are of the same mind! Do you want to have such a tacit understanding!"

The people around them laughed with joy. They had to say, but they had to admit that Shi Zixian and Mo Zimu had a great understanding.

Tan Yi was still pretending to be injured, "I am disabled. Your husband and wife will help me to the hospital. I am disabled."

Mo Zimu said suddenly, "Sister Xiaohuan, please make up for Brother Yi."

Upon hearing this, Tan Yi immediately became energetic, and then discovered that Mo Zimu was bluffing, and a group of people became happy again.

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