Chapter 1994 - 1818: I’m Just Lucky_2
There was even one time when the cue ball practically grazed the edge of the black, missing it by a hair’s breadth.
Bang.
In the end, the cue ball very deftly struck a red ball, then slowly began to decelerate.
"It hit!"
"He actually hit the red!"
At this, everyone exclaimed in shock; none of them had expected Song Yun to actually crack this world‑class snooker.
And the positional route on that shot just now was insanely complicated.
Leaving aside how strong your spatial thinking has to be to calculate such a precise route, just that level of cue‑ball control alone was already god‑tier.
Even though he only hit a red and didn’t score, that shot was still pretty insane.
Most of the people present, however, still figured Song Yun had just gotten lucky.
Arnold in particular muttered, "This kid is really lucky. Took a random swing and actually clipped a red."
Just as everyone was thinking this, someone suddenly shouted, "Look, the... the cue ball’s going to hit the red on the pocket!"
Everyone stared and saw that after colliding with the first red and slowing down, the cue ball was actually rolling toward the red sitting in the pocket.
This...
Did he do that on purpose?
The cue ball rolled slowly toward that red perched at the pocket, and everyone’s eyes went wide.
From the look of it, the cue ball was clearly about to knock that red into the pocket.
But judging by the cue ball’s line, if the red dropped, the cue ball would follow it in.
However, the cue ball was losing speed.
Slower, and slower.
Bang.
Before anyone could think it through, the cue ball had already bumped the red at the pocket.
By then, the cue ball was moving very slowly.
The red rolled forward and dropped, practically squeezed into the pocket by the cue ball.
And the cue ball came to a steady stop right where that pocket‑red had been sitting.
At that moment, everyone was stunned.
Arnold shot to his feet, staring at the table, unable to believe his eyes.
Song Yun’s shot was downright miraculous.
Everyone turned their gaze to Song Yun; he’d said he was going to pot a ball, and he’d really done it.
The cue ball’s path just now, the way its direction changed after hitting the red, and the speed of its travel.
Could all of that really have been part of his calculation, with his ultimate goal being to pot that red at the pocket?
If that was really the case, then this guy’s skill had already reached a transcendent level.
For a moment, everyone was completely dumbfounded.
The Huaxia guy in front of them was actually a super billiards master.
Arnold realized he was probably going to lose.
He snapped back to himself, swallowed, and started thinking about how he was going to get off this stage.
"Took a random shot and it went in, not bad, not bad, my luck’s really good..."
Right then, what Song Yun said made everyone’s jaws drop.
So it was just luck.
But thinking about it, that kind of made sense; a snooker that tough, not only did he crack it with ease, he even managed to chain it into a combo shot that potted the red.
A normal person really shouldn’t be that good.
Arnold let out a breath and sat back on the sofa, muttering, "This kid won’t have such good luck on the next shot."
He had just finished saying this when Song Yun, polishing the tip of his cue, smiled and said, "I’ve always had good luck. The next ball should drop too."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Song Yun shot.
Bang.
The black fell, and the cue ball rolled into a perfect position.
Before anyone could react, Song Yun had already taken his next shot.
Bang.
A red dropped, and the cue ball rolled to a thirty‑degree angle on the black.
Bang.
Another black into the pocket.
...
Song Yun was shooting incredibly fast; each time the cue ball had barely come to rest, he was already down and striking again. It was so fast it made your eyes blur—before people could even see how the layout changed, the next ball had already dropped.
Under his control, the cue ball kept circling around the black; every time he went for a color, it was the black.
The black is worth seven, the highest of the colors.
In no time, Song Yun had cleared all the reds.
Next up were the colors.
Only when Song Yun started on the colors did everyone finally start to process what had just happened.
When he’d said he was just lucky, he was clearly joking.
In reality, what he relied on was strength.
Apart from the yellow, all the colors were sitting nicely; Song Yun casually potted the colors one by one.
When he set down his cue, everyone’s faces were filled with respect.
The later balls were one thing, they were relatively easy, but that snooker—Song Yun’s skill had completely won them over.
In the end, Song Yun scored 75, beating Arnold’s 46 by 29 points.
Staring at the score on the board, Arnold was dumbstruck; only now did he realize just how strong Song Yun’s billiards was—there was a huge gap of several tiers between them.
"Oh yeah, Song Yun won!"
The woman sitting next to Chen Mengjie shouted excitedly.
Chen Mengjie, on the other hand, had a kind of blind faith in Song Yun; now that he’d won, she wasn’t particularly excited.
"Waiter, bring over 29 bottles of beer."
Song Yun called out, then walked up to Arnold with a harmless‑looking smile. "Director Arnold, we agreed: one bottle of beer for every point you lose by. Now it’s time for you to drink."
Arnold shivered, already thinking about how to refuse.
Twenty‑nine bottles of beer, not a bottle less.
And they had to be downed in one go; no matter how good Arnold’s tolerance was, he couldn’t handle that.
His brain whirred as he tried to come up with a way to get out of it.
With this many people watching, acting shameless definitely wouldn’t fly; otherwise, he’d for sure be on the front page tomorrow.
But if he didn’t weasel out, what then?
Arnold thought left and right but couldn’t come up with a solution.
Looked like he had no choice but to drink.
Face dark, he glanced at the beers the waiter had brought, then grabbed a bottle and started chugging.
"Nice, that’s our Director Arnold, really magnanimous."
Song Yun applauded.
A crisp patter of clapping rang out as everyone followed along, clapping and heckling.
For the first time in his life, Arnold felt applause so piercing—it felt like ridicule.
To be fair, his drinking capacity was decent; after finishing 29 bottles, he was still on his feet.
But as soon as he took a step, his legs gave out and he collapsed toward the floor.
Two of the French actors from the crew hurriedly grabbed Arnold.
The few of them glanced at Song Yun with helpless expressions, then supported Arnold and left the VIPROOM in low spirits.
Once Arnold was gone, Song Yun became the center of the nightclub.
Quite a few girls came up to chat him up, including some real beauties.
There were even some uninhibited French beauties who pressed themselves right up against him and asked if he wanted to go home together that night.
With Chen Mengjie right there, Song Yun wasn’t about to fool around.
He turned down the temptation and sat back down beside Chen Mengjie.
By then the others had all left, and the seats were down to just the two of them: Song Yun and Chen Mengjie.
Chen Mengjie didn’t like nightclubs; she suggested, "Let’s just go back to the hotel and rest."
Song Yun nodded. "Alright. You head back first, I’ll come later."
"What are you going to do?" Chen Mengjie curled her lip. "You’re not planning to hit on one of those French girls and do bad things tonight, are you?"
Song Yun’s smile faded and he said seriously, "I already told you, I came to France for revenge. I’m going to take care of that in a bit. It’s going to be very dangerous, so I want you back at the hotel first."
Hearing this, worry flashed across Chen Mengjie’s face.
Just three members of the Blood Clan had been enough to wipe out the Shura Alliance Branch and cause such a huge scene.
So now, with Song Yun going up against their whole clan alone, she had no confidence at all.
She was scared that maybe she wouldn’t see Song Yun tomorrow.
Before she could voice her concern, Song Yun stood and said, "I’m going now. You guys head back to the hotel in ten minutes."
With that, he walked straight out of the VIPROOM.
Seeing him leave, Luck, who had been watching him the whole time, got up and followed.