The Road to Slaying God

"I will lose?" Zhou Shao looked at Zhang Yang in surprise after a while.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, just stared at him tightly.

"Hahaha ...!"

"Hahaha ...!"

"..."

A burst of crazy laughter, a kind of explicit and rough laughter, as if they were laughing at Zhang Yang's ridiculous question, that is, a group of Li Tiexiang who bet on Zhang Yang's win also had a wry smile, obviously, they also thought that Zhang Yang's question was ridiculous .

Zhang Yang moved in his heart and suddenly understood why a group of people at the wine cabinet all bet 100,000, because they gave him a little face, they never thought that he would win, it was just to keep him out of the game.

Similar to this, Zhang Yang nodded gratefully to Li Tiexiang.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't know. When he was in the wine cabinet, Zhang Yang talked about the wine culture in a mess, and brought him closer to them. Although he didn't integrate into their circle, they all made him have a minimum of affection for him. The bet of tens of thousands of RMB was entirely to cheer Zhang Yang.

At the same time, Zhang Yang also guessed a problem. Here, bets in units of 10,000 are real numbers, and units in hundred are tens of millions. Presumably, the highest unit is "hundred", and there should be no one bet on hundreds of millions.

"Okay, since you asked, I'll mention our rules here. You can also be a guest from a long distance. Pass it on. Don't say that I bully the guests. Everyone here knows the rules. Just bet on me. If your opponent wins, I will always follow the odds of one to two, just like the total number of bets you just placed, including those gold pieces. The total amount should be less than 22 million. If I win, Naturally, it goes without saying that if I lose, I will pay 44 million yuan ... "Zhou Shao looked at Zhang Yang's hand holding the club slowly, and said slowly.

"Well, this is your rule, but it doesn't include me, because double payment is your rule, and it doesn't include my secret. Do you think it's fair?" Zhang's hand was still pressed on the club.

"Three times!" Zhou Shao was a little angry, and he didn't like the feeling that Zhang held down his cue.

"Deal!" Zhang Yang let go of his hand and gently raised it, signalling that Zhou Shao could start.

Looking at Zhang Yang's gentle wave, Zhou Shao suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure. This pressure was invisible and quality, but made him have a disturbing thought.

Zhou Shao never imagined that Zhang Yang mentioned those so-called odds to completely control the rhythm of the game.

This is a very practical tactic and a psychological tactic. Pausing in some international competitions is actually a way to break the opponent's rhythm. Many times the effect is very significant. Often, many games also have a great lead at the beginning. When the suspension is broken, this rhythm is broken. There are numerous examples of abnormal phenomena and defeat.

In short, this is a psychologically practical tactic!

It is also a tactic to hold Zhou Shao's club openly. It is necessary to eliminate Zhou Shao ’s arrogance first. Because he holds the club, Zhou Shao ’s feel will definitely have a certain effect in a short time. After all, the weight of the club The use of technology.

really!

Zhou Shao looked at a red ball. He felt the ball felt a bit heavy. Although he was confident to hit the ball, he could not determine where the ball would stop after the impact.

This is something that never happened!

Why does this happen?

Zhou Shao couldn't think of one. So when he played here, no one had interfered with him, he naturally couldn't think of it. Take a deep breath.

Snapped!

Drop the bag.

The ball scored, but the stop position was not ideal. Although the ball can be hit, it is impossible to predict the next stop position. This is a very difficult drawbar. After the main ball hits the red ball, there is a short pause. Immediately It was a sharp reversal, and then backed off ... The black ball went into the bag!

This is a very beautiful ball, both in terms of angle and return. It has reached the peak. This has reached the level of professional players. However, there is no joy in Zhou Shao ’s eyes, but there is some disappointment, because the main ball ’s The return was a distance from his predicted position.

The distance is too long and the angle is tricky.

Zhou Shao took another deep breath, and he knew that he hadn't found the ball feeling.

The feel of the ball is very magical. Anyone who has ever played Slok knows that it is a feeling, a feeling of finding their peak. If an ordinary player finds his peak of ball feel, even if it is a challenge to a profession The players are not too difficult.

Of course, the sense of ball feels not to come here. It requires the accumulation of usual skills, psychological adjustments, and the mentality of the game. Among them, the most important thing is the mentality.

To the current two strokes, due to the influence of publicity, Zhou Shao not only failed to find the ball, but even failed to play at ordinary level ...

It's his turn to hit the ball.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. Immediately, the ball on the table was a round in his brain. Zhang Yang calculated madly.

Slowly, Zhang Yang opened his eyes. This is a ball with a very bad angle. Obviously, Zhou Shao didn't take risks without knowing that he didn't find a feeling. He simply stopped for an angle that he couldn't score.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. Instead of hitting the ball, he walked around the table, stopped at each bag opening, and measured the distance between each bag opening with his eyes. And the **** size of the entire billiard ... time passed little by little.

"Are you still playing?" Zhou Shao finally couldn't bear it. This is not an international game and there is no time limit.

"Why don't I fight?"

Zhang Yang finally glanced down at the table and walked to the side of the main ball.

Snapped!

Snapped!

After a series of impact sounds, Zhang Yang didn't look at the ball and closed his eyes because he knew that the ball would not enter.

Time paused again. Zhou Shao frowned at the table. This was another goal that couldn't be scored. The main ball blocked the course. Of course, this kind of ball didn't matter to the usual Zhou Shao. But today, he didn't have any assurance .

Frowning for a moment, Zhou Shao still decided to hit the ball. If it continues to develop in this situation, it is difficult to get back the ball and must break through.

Zhou Shao erected his club and poked the ball suddenly. The black ball was strangely drawn a large arc line, bypassing the obstacle ball in front of it cleverly! Hit the ball not far from the bag, gorgeous!

"Papapapap ...!"

"Papa!

The sound of applause was that Li Tiexiang and their group applauded and had to admit that Zhou Shao's batting skills had reached a very terrible state.

Zhang Yang always smiled and applauded gently. Everything was in his calculations. He was slowly sharpening Zhou Shao's patience. As long as Zhou Shao's surname determined victory, Zhang Yang would have victory. .

The game progressed very slowly. Zhang Yang didn't seem to play at all, but to set obstacles for Zhou Shao. Some obstacles became more and more difficult. Many obstacles could not be solved by the ball skills at all.

For more than ten minutes, the two did not score a goal.

Slowly, Zhou Shao's emotions became agitated. Zhang Yang didn't want to win, but the way he played to create obstacles made him feel like vomiting blood, but he couldn't spit it out.

Many times, Zhang Yangming has a good chance, but he misses the goal, just to make Zhou Shao unable to score a game.

Snapped!

There was a crisp impact, and the ball didn't score. The sense of the ball not only could not be found, but it became worse and worse, and even many goals that could be scored could not be scored. Zhou Shao's wise and friendly face became a little embarrassed. For so many years, he had been playing Slock for the first time.

Zhou Shao didn't know that from beginning to end, the rhythm of hitting the ball was controlled by Zhang Yang. When Zhou Shao felt a little better, Zhang Yang would drag on for an unlimited time until Zhou Shao was anxious and dissatisfied. When Zhang Shao felt that he was really bad, Zhang Yang immediately hit the ball and gave up the position to Zhou Shao.

The bad mood is like a tumor with a cycle of bad names, which constantly erodes Zhou's calmness and wisdom.

Snapped!

The goal was scored. This is Zhang Yang ’s first goal. It ’s very beautiful. It ’s not difficult to play, but it ’s a long-angle long ball. It ’s very difficult to score. Zhang Yang did n’t drag the ball into this The ball looks smooth and flowing.

"great, good luck!"

"Papa ...!

...

There was a sound of applause, and everyone seemed to see that Zhang Yang began to attack.

(To be continued)