Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

The expressions on everyone's faces were indescribably strange.    

When Zhang Yang extended his hand with a smile on his face, the three of them could not bear to see such a despicable appearance.    

Dao Ba's face turned green. He finally glared at Zhang Yang and waved his hand. The subordinate beside him took out a stack of 10,000 notes and handed it over.    

"Hehe, Young Master Zhang's luck is really good …"    

Scar forced a smile and quickly got down to business, "Let's continue. This time, I will kick the ball!"    

After he finished speaking, he walked to the table, bent down, and squatted down in a very standard posture.    

"Pah!"    

The staff gently moved, and in the moment of collision, the eight balls on the stage shot out like flowers scattered by heaven.    

It had to be said that Dao Ba's skill was very high. His movements were fluid and smooth, full of beauty. In less than a minute, only the seventh and eighth balls were left on the stage.    

The two balls did not lean to the side, nor did they stick together. The position of the Mother Ball was also quite advantageous for Dao Ba's face. He finally revealed a smile.    

"Hahaha …" "Young Master Zhang, this time, you aren't as lucky as you were last time."    

Looking at the situation, Dao Ba couldn't help but laugh out loud. The No. 7 ball was close to the middle pocket, and the No. 8 ball was coincidentally in the bottom pocket. Regardless of whether it was a tall ball or a follow stick, Dao Ba could easily hit the two balls.    

"Ai!"    

"What a pity …" "Just a little more."    

Baldy and the others naturally knew this, but for the sake of Zhang Yang's face, they had no choice but to say such words.    

Zhang Yang was also sullen and did not say a word.    

"Pah!"    

Dao Ba chose the safest method, and put the No. 7 ball into his pocket. He then walked up to the bottom of the bag, towards the No. 8 ball.    

However, it was unknown if it was because there was a problem with the Mother Ball or because of the lack of accuracy in its strength, but when the Mother Ball and its library collided against the table, they were slightly deflected, and indeed, they were close to the eighth ball.    

No angle, no route!    

F * ck me!    

Everyone's eyes lit up. They still had a chance.    

Dao Ba's face suddenly became ugly. Just now, when the Mother Ball crashed into the table, his heart jumped, as an expert, he could easily judge the location of their escape.    

However, he had never expected that Mother Ball and Number Eight would stick together. He had no way of knowing what would happen unless he randomly hit them, but at this critical moment, he did not dare take the risk.    

"Hahahaha!"    

Zhang Yang's shameless laughter rang out again. Facing the weird gazes of the crowd, he said excitedly, "How, how, I told you my luck is good right? Damn, what eyes are you guys …"    

Everyone turned their heads away, refusing to look at this slut's expression.    

"Humph!" Dao Ba's voice came over, "Young Master Zhang, don't be happy too early. Don't tell me you don't know that billiards have such a defensive skill?"    

As he said that, Scar slightly moved his staff and touched the Mother Ball with a very small amount of force. The two balls weakly clashed, leaving behind only a gap of less than a millimeter, which was equal to nothing. Scar left the same question to Zhang Yang.    

"Shameless!" The bald man cursed in a low voice.    

"This is called defense, it's not like you don't know the rules of billiards, right?" Dao Ba's expression did not change. On the contrary, he had a proud look on his face. He looked at Zhang Yang and smiled, "Young Master Zhang, please."    

At this time, everyone's eyes were cast towards Zhang Yang. They knew that with Zhang Yang's level, he would definitely not be able to make it in. The key point was to see how Zhang Yang was going to do it.    

"Young Master Zhang, you can choose to continue touching the eighth ball, as long as the Mother Ball has no angle." The bald man reminded.    

"Tch!"    

Zhang Yang glanced at him in disdain, "Do you think laozi will be that shameless? It's just 10,000 yuan, laozi doesn't care!"    

With that, he casually stood at the side of the table. The club in his hand did not even need to support itself.    

Dong, dong, dong!    

The Mother Ball bounced twice on the table, and when the third bounced back, it accidentally bumped into the black ball.    

Then, people saw the black ball wobbling, like an old man, rolling forward with extreme difficulty, as if it would stop at any moment.    

Instantly.    

Everyone's eyes were wide open as they held their breaths and kept quiet. They watched the old Number Eight shake the ball towards the entrance of the cave.    

Pow!    

The ball went in!    

Silence!    

Everyone's gaze was fixed at the opening of the bag. Then, as if they had a tacit understanding, they slowly turned their heads and all looked at Zhang Yang, who had the same dumbfounded expression.    

The heck!    

This was also possible!    

No matter how hard they tried, they could not understand.    

That's right, it was all a fluke!    

No one thought that this was Zhang Yang's skill. Even if the ball came as a professional, it still wouldn't be able to hit him. Who would dare to be like him and explode the ball with such a casual attitude?    

This was nothing!    

Luck! It was still luck!    

In a split-second, all the hooligans, including Baldy, started howling like wolves, attracting the attention of passersby and merchants.    

"Young Master Zhang is mighty!" No matter what, whether it was luck or anything else, winning the game was a solid matter.    

"Young Master Zhang is mighty!"    

The hooligans followed one after another, while Zhang Yang was beaming with joy. He had a completely natural look on his face; he was as lowly as he could get!    

"Haha, like I said, my luck is so good! Take the money! "    

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand with a smile.    

There was nothing much to say. Scarface's face was livid as he signaled his underling to give him money. He did not think that Zhang Yang was good at football. Zhang Yang once again got lucky.    

That ball just now, if it was anyone else, they would not have hit so casually. Furthermore, Zhang Yang's stunned expression told Dao Ba that even Zhang Yang did not expect to score.    

The twenty-third round had begun.    

Results... Zhang Yang won the black eight ball in the end!    

Luck!    

The twenty-fourth match.    

Zhang Yang won!    

It was still luck!    

"..."    

The twenty-ninth match.    

Dao Ba pushed Black Eight into the pocket... Showing his fearless spirit of helping others and hating himself, Zhang Yang won again!    

There were a lot of people watching, a lot of people.    

However, there was no longer any noise or howling, nor was there any excitement.    

The atmosphere was quite strange.    

Ye Zichen looked at Zhang Yang even more weirdly.    

Luck?    

Was there really such a thing in the world?    

This seemingly harmless youth had used luck to win nine rounds in a row?    

This mud horse must be dreaming.    

But other than luck, no matter if it was ordinary people watching the show, or hoodlums like the bald man, or even Dao Ba, no one could give a second explanation.    

Zhang Yang's stance was not standard. Mother Ball's strength could not be controlled, let alone the control of movement and all kinds of gorgeous pole techniques.    

But he had won, and he had won nine rounds in a row.    

In every match, Dao Ba would make a mistake at the last moment, or Zhang Yang would randomly hit him, and then Black Eight would drop the bag.    

Knife Scar... It was a tragedy, but it was more of anger due to embarrassment.    

However, he didn't know where to vent his anger.    

That the other party was cheating? Don't joke around, even he felt embarrassed to come up with such an excuse.    

Lecherous?    

Seeing how the baldy and his gang were eyeing them covetously, Dao Ba gave up on this idea. Although he could fight, he couldn't defeat so many people. Moreover, at this kind of situation, he would definitely be looked down upon.    

Looking at Zhang Yang's wretched look, Dao Ba was furious. He was already suffering from internal injuries.    

An expert like him was actually able to lose ten rounds in a row. If he were to lose to a true expert, then he would have nothing to say.    

Moreover, every time this fellow won, he would come asking for money in a cheap manner, as if he owed him several million.    

"Humph!"    

Snorting coldly, Dao Ba suppressed the anger in his heart and signaled his little brother to give him money. Seeing that there was only a stack of money left, his heart started to bleed.    

One round for ten thousand, nine rounds for ninety thousand, not only did he lose all twenty thousand that he won from the bald player, he even lost seventy thousand, that was his life's worth of hard-earned money.    

"Dao Ba, there is still one more round to go. Don't say that I won't give you a chance. One hundred thousand. One round, let's decide the outcome. How about it?"    

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.    

Baldy couldn't wait to cover his little ancestor's mouth. Why did he say something like this? A person's luck would always be used up … Although Zhang Yang was extremely lucky today, what if he lost?    

Dao Ba was silent.    

He carefully recalled all the details of the first nine rounds. After careful consideration, he confirmed that Zhang Yang wasn't pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. Then, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang with his bloodshot eyes.    

"Do it!"    

In reality, he was extremely unreconciled.    

Victory or defeat in a round one hundred thousand was an opportunity for him to make a comeback. He did not believe that a person's luck could continue to improve.     2

"Alright!" Zhang Yang clapped his hands and gave his title, "You're a man after all. Go get the money."    

"F * ck!" "Could it be that you're afraid that I will go back on my word? What the f * ck are you doing?" After losing nine rounds in a row, Dao Ba was not only not polite, he was also a bit overbearing and hysterical.    

"Hur hur."    

Zhang Yang slightly squinted his eyes. He chuckled and didn't argue with him. He said, "Cut the crap. I can't wait to win your money now."    

"Holy sh * t!" Seeing the look of certainty on his face, Dao Ba's eyelids twitched. He didn't know why, but at that moment, he felt as if there was a demon hiding behind his smiling face that made his scalp tingle.    

Illusion!    

It must be an illusion!    

After recovering from his shock, Dao Ba did not continue to provoke him and instead instructed his younger brother to withdraw the money.    

"T-Young Master Zhang."    

While waiting, the baldy carefully walked over and asked, "You, are you confident?"    

"What confidence?" Zhang Yang looked at him strangely. "Didn't you see how lucky I was today?"    

"But …"    

"No buts." Zhang Yang interrupted him, "There's no one better than me in this world."    

Hearing this, everyone was speechless. However, when they looked at the pile of red heads on the table, they couldn't find any words to refute.    

Soon, the lackey came back while panting for breath. He put the bag onto the table with a bang, opened the zipper and took out the stack after stack of bills. Counting the remaining 10,000, an entire 100,000 yuan.    

Zhang Yang beamed and said to Dao Ba: "This round, it's my turn to kick off the ball."    

"Wait!"    

Scarface's voice came over and stopped him. He pointed to another billiard table and said, "Let's switch to another set."    

Dao Ba couldn't ignore this. From beginning to end, 180,000 was half of his wealth. In order to prevent any special situations, not only did he choose to change the channel, he even asked his subordinates to throw the ball.    

"Can we start now?"    

Zhang Yang carried his club with a nonchalant look on his face.    

"Begin!" Dao Ba stared at Zhang Yang.