Chapter 1866 [1866] Do you like bad taste so much?
"Hopefully, this time, we won't score another goal."

Baron Andru prayed silently in his heart.

However, the day did not fulfill everyone's wish.

On the third shot, Ye Feng still easily pocketed a red ball with one shot.

At the same time as the red ball is pocketed, the white ball also reaches a position suitable for hitting another colored ball.

"shit!"

Just when Baron Andru saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

Because if hitting the red ball and pocketing it with the first jump ball can be considered luck, then hitting the red ball into the pocket afterwards just happened to be convenient for hitting the second ball, and after Ye Feng scored goals with his second and third shots, he still happened to be in the best hitting position for the white ball. All of that can no longer be explained by luck.

This is definitely real hard power.

Ye Feng was not only acting like him and the big guy just now, his strength was also extremely exaggerated.

Such calculation ability, overall view and precise force technique are not something that can be achieved by professional snooker players, let alone top-level professional snooker players.

For example, Baron Andreu himself questioned whether he could achieve such a level of micro-control.

Seeing that Ye Feng scored the fourth goal as expected and once again accurately hit the red ball, his face gradually became ugly.

And the many guests around, who had thought that there was a 99% chance that Baron Andro would win the game, all held their breath.

Because at this moment Ye Feng's performance not only exceeded their expectations, but also made them feel astonished.

Every shot was played very cleanly and every shot was played very beautifully.

Such snooker matches are extremely rare, not to mention in real life, even in some top tournaments.

Seeing this, several friends of Anju Prince were dumbfounded and couldn't help but come to her side and whisper, "Anju, wasn't Ye Feng really just playing us?"

"His snooker level is a bit too exaggerated."

"I feel like what he said before about being the snooker king of Dragon Country might really be true."

"I've been to some top events and watched them. The world's top snooker players can play so beautifully, but such a beautiful situation sometimes requires a bit of luck. It's extremely rare for someone like Ye Feng to do it in one go."

"Anju, why don't you help us ask Ye Feng if he said that if we become his girlfriend, we can touch his abdominal muscles together. Is this true or not?" "..."

Almost everyone at the scene was shocked by Ye Feng's snooker level.

Including Ye Feng’s old acquaintances such as Wolfgang, Argyle Hansen, Millie, Isabella and others.

But the person involved, Ye Feng, was completely immersed in hitting the ball.

All he could see was the small space of the table and the distribution of the balls on it.

After scoring another goal, he thought about how to play the next few shots and continued to hit them one after another.

It was not until he didn't know which ball had gone into the net and there was no need for him to calculate the remaining balls on the table that he recovered from that state and turned to look at Anjou Prince and Isabella.

"If I invite all the balls on the table at once, it shouldn't be considered a foul, right?"

Prince Anjou was a little distracted when he heard the voice and forgot to answer for a moment.

Isabella looked at Ye Feng with a strange look in her eyes, "Do you really like this kind of evil taste?"

"It's already this late, and you still want to pretend to be a newbie?"

Ye Feng was somewhat helpless, "This is really my first time playing snooker."

"I'd never trust you." Isabella shook her head.

"So, can anyone tell me if it is a foul to clear all the balls on the table in one breath?" Ye Feng asked again.

"Of course not," Prince Anjou replied hastily.

"That's fine." Ye Feng didn't say anything more after hearing that. He took a deep breath again, got into the state, and hit another shot.

Then, he continued to play until all the billiard balls were pocketed, then he put down his cue and walked to Baron Andreu.

"According to the rules of snooker, I should be considered the winner of this round, right?"

(End of this chapter)