Chapter 1993 - 1818: I’m Just Lucky
In snooker, when the cue ball is broken without a good offensive opportunity, players will choose to defend.
Arnold volunteered to break first, clearly showing disdain for Song Yun, as if giving Song Yun a chance.
But who goes first or second didn’t matter to Song Yun.
He sat on the sofa and made a gesture of invitation, indicating Arnold to break first.
Arnold smiled, elegantly walked to the snooker table, glanced at the cue ball, and casually hit it, sending the cue ball forward.
The cue ball moved quickly towards the reds, and without looking back, Arnold directly turned and walked towards the rest area.
Bang bang bang bang...
The sound of balls striking each other echoed over the table; evidently, Arnold used considerable force for this shot.
Both reds and colors scattered, forming a very favorable layout.
Arnold walked over to Song Yun and provocatively said, "Song, I’ve created an opportunity for you, let’s see how many points you can get."
Before Song Yun could get up, someone suddenly shouted, "A red ball went in."
Song Yun and Arnold looked at the table, and with several red balls rolling, among the 14 on the table, indeed one was missing.
Arnold proudly showed a smile, shrugged at Song Yun, "Sorry, I just wanted to create chances for you, didn’t expect the blessing from above, and the ball went in."
Song Yun was indifferent and responded with a smile, "Then you continue."
Seeing him so calm, Arnold was quite dissatisfied.
"Without a lesson, you won’t know my prowess."
With harsh determination, Arnold walked to the table.
The current layout was excellent; reds were spread out, and the position of colors was also quite favorable, easily allowing for high-scoring shots.
If it were a professional player, with such a layout, there was even a significant chance to achieve a one-shot maximum 147.
Bam.
Arnold pocketed the black ball, employing a draw shot, bringing the cue ball back to an excellent position.
Bam.
The red ball into the middle pocket.
Bam.
The basketball into the pocket.
Bam.
The red ball into the bottom pocket.
Bam.
The green ball into the middle pocket.
...
It must be admitted, Arnold indeed had some skills in playing snooker; his successive shots were rather precise, complemented by a good layout, resulting in him quickly amassing 46 points.
More and more people gathered to watch the match, recognizing Arnold and cheering for him.
Arnold intended to show off his skills, increasing his shot speed till now.
Nevertheless, he was still an amateur, unlike the sheer brilliance of professionals.
Upon hitting the tenth red ball, due to rushing, a simple shot he could have made, he missed.
The red ball bounced around the pocket several times before finally stopping at the pocket’s mouth, leaving an excellent opportunity for Song Yun.
"Sigh."
Arnold quietly sighed.
Unexpectedly, his eyes lit up with surprise.
As the cue ball unexpectedly bounced back into the baulk area, hidden perfectly behind the yellow ball adjacent to the edge, creating an almost insoluble snooker.
Snooker, implying obstruction.
At this moment, the yellow ball provided perfect obstruction against the cue ball.
The crowd watched, seeing the cue ball tightly near the table edge, the other side firmly blocked by the yellow ball, making a strike at the pocketing red ball almost impossible.
Not to mention pocketing, even contacting the red ball with the cue ball proved exceedingly challenging.
Arnold showed a schadenfreude expression, sat back on the sofa, shrugged at Song Yun, and arrogantly stated, "Sorry, the last shot I purposely nudged the red to the pocket to give you a chance, didn’t expect to fail controlling the cue ball, resulting in a snooker."
Song Yun stood up, calmly said, "How’s the cue ball? The position is great!"
To call such a difficult snooker position good; must be out of your mind.
Hearing Song Yun’s words, everyone fell into speechless silence.
Arnold sneered, "Young man, don’t overstep. If you think the position’s good, then try it, see if you can touch the red."
"Touch the red?" Song Yun puzzled, smiling, "Merely touching the red isn’t enough, surely it must be pocketed."
Faced with this layout, yet he desires to pocket it.
Annoyed, Arnold asked, "Do you know snooker at all?"
"Certainly."
Song Yun smiled, finally walking towards the table.
Upon observing the layout, Song Yun couldn’t help but admit, Arnold indeed had some dumb luck.
The yellow ball and table edge tightly sandwiched the cue ball, leaving no bouncing path.
The snooker layout on the table, even if placed in a world-class professional match, few could resolve.
However, Song Yun wouldn’t be troubled.
He studied the table, sketching the cue ball’s path in his mind.
"Stop pretending, hit the ball already."
"This snooker, unsolvable, better concede."
"This Huaxia guy, imagining himself to be Ding Junhui, dreaming of resolving this snooker."
The crowd surrounding, seeing Song Yun seriously scrutinize, grew impatient.
Especially the French present, hoping for Arnold’s victory as compatriots, bore personal bias.
"Song Yun, go for it!"
At this moment, Chen Mengjie loudly cheered.
Though the nightclub music was blaring, it didn’t overshadow her voice.
Witnessing a pure, beautiful girl cheer for Song Yun, envy arose among the audience.
Half a minute later, having determined the path, Song Yun struck the cue ball.
The cue ball rolled out between the yellow and the table edge, then veered right, rebounding off the side edge, consecutively striking the table edge seven or eight times, skillfully dodging the colored balls, preventing fouls.