An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 52 A Natural and Spirited Demeanor

Huo Qingshan and Meng Youyou walked out of the state-run restaurant. The leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the street swayed gently in the breeze, and dappled sunlight fell on the ground, creating a rich autumn atmosphere.

The two were strolling leisurely when suddenly, a series of noises came from ahead.

Meng Youyou's curiosity was instantly piqued, her eyes sparkling, and she pulled Huo Qingshan toward the crowd.

When they got closer, they discovered it was a street billiards challenge.

The owner of the pool table was wearing a faded blue shirt, his hair was slightly messy, and he had a cigarette in his mouth. He was busy greeting everyone.

A worn wooden sign was mounted on a tricycle nearby, with the rules written on it: Billiards Challenge, one game to determine the winner, each challenge requires a fee of 50 cents.

Challengers can take consecutive shots. If they sink 5 balls in a row, they can choose any of the third prizes; if they sink 8 balls in a row, they can choose the second prize; if they can clear the table in one shot and sink all 10 balls, they will win the only first prize.

Meng Youyou turned her gaze and saw that the first prize was a pair of beautiful ethnic-style earrings. Blue and green gemstones hung from a thin silver chain, and several delicate colorful threads dangled around the gemstones, swaying gently in the breeze and shimmering with a charming light in the sunlight.

Meng Youyou thought to herself, "These earrings would be a perfect match for the Sparrow Clan dress that Xiao Bei gave me!"

Suddenly seized by a playful impulse, Meng Youyou, who had always loved playing billiards in her later life, even won the runner-up title in the Jiangcheng City Primary and Secondary School Billiards Championship when she was in elementary school, was considered to be quite skilled.

At this moment, she was so captivated by the earrings in front of her that she could hardly move.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he raised his hand and shouted, "I want to challenge!"

He looked excited and overjoyed.

The shop owner glanced at her, grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, and teased her nonchalantly, "Little girl, playing pool isn't so easy. You need some strength. Can you handle it with your small frame?"

Meng Youyou was unconvinced. She raised her chin and said confidently, "Don't underestimate me. Get ready for the first prize."

With an air of absolute certainty, Huo Qingshan stood aside and found it somewhat amusing.

The challenge began. Meng Youyou held the cue stick, bent down slightly, and stared intently at the billiard ball. Her posture looked quite professional.

Seeing this, the boss's initially nonchalant expression softened somewhat.

Meng Youyou took a deep breath, slid the cue stick in her hand to find the right spot, and with a crisp "snap," the cue stick struck the ball. However, the white ball on the table did not hit the target ball as expected. Instead, it veered off the edge, made a strange turn, and rolled into the corner.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly. She snorted, thinking it was because she hadn't played for a long time and was a little rusty. She gritted her teeth, took out another 50 cents, and prepared to challenge again.

But in the following rounds, the ball seemed to be out of control, always just a little bit away from the hole. Over and over again, her best result was only three balls.

Meng Youyou began to doubt her life: "Is my decline really that obvious?"
"I just made a big promise, and now I'm feeling a bit embarrassed. What's going on?"

Meng Youyou reluctantly put down her golf club, returned to Huo Qingshan's side with an embarrassed look, and said awkwardly, "Let's go."

His voice was low, and he looked somewhat listless and dispirited.

Huo Qingshan lowered his head and asked softly, "Want it?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou's previously dimmed eyes suddenly brightened, as if they had been rekindled, and she nodded emphatically: "Yes, I want it!"

Huo Qingshan smiled: "Wait."

He left with just that one sentence, then walked towards the pool table.

Meng Youyou looked at the man's broad and sturdy back. Although she didn't know how good he was at billiards, she wondered if he was even worse than her, the runner-up in the elementary school championship.
But a strange and unwavering belief quietly rose in my heart: whatever he said, he would definitely do.

Simply because he is Huo Qingshan!

Huo Qingshan stepped forward, his slender fingers gripping one end of the cue stick. With a gentle lift, he raised the cue stick, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

Upon receiving the club, the man's thick palm first rubbed it up and down the shaft a few times, his gaze intense.

He then held it in his hand and weighed it a few times, repeatedly raising and lowering it, "tap tap tap," before finally firmly grasping the cue stick in his palm, as if feeling its weight.

The owner, who was half-sitting on the tricycle, was initially happily counting the money in his hand, immersed in the joy of having met a sucker and made a big profit.

She caught a glimpse of the man's actions out of the corner of her eye, paused in counting the money, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes kept glancing at Huo Qingshan. The smile on her lips remained frozen in place.

After weighing the cue stick in his hand, Huo Qingshan flicked his wrist, and the cue stick drew a clean arc in the air before landing steadily between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand.

The man's left hand was as steady as a rock, stretched forward and slightly tilted down to firmly hold the golf club, while his right hand muscles were taut, the lines of which were faintly visible under his white shirt, exuding a strong sense of tension.

The right hand slides down to the appropriate position on the cue stick, the five fingers tighten, gripping it just right, the whole person is like a powerful crossbow ready to be released.

The man suddenly bent over, his back arching into a taut arc, his upper body almost parallel to the table. His dark eyes were fixed on the white ball, and with a crisp "snap" at the moment of impact, the white ball shot out.

Meng Youyou stood to the side, watching intently, and noticed that the angle at which the man hit the ball deviated from her usual judgment.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will definitely veer off course!
But an unexpected event occurred the next second. The white ball, which had been hit, shot out and accurately struck a target ball. With a "clang," the red ball went into the pocket. Meng Youyou's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

But the unexpected events didn't end there; surprises followed one after another. After colliding with the target ball, the white ball changed its trajectory and cleverly collided with the second red ball. The red ball, under the force, slid rapidly along the table wall. After a brief standoff, it made a beautiful turn and slowly but steadily rolled into the hole.

Meng Youyou was stunned and stood there in shock.

Huo Qingshan's movements didn't stop; he moved smoothly and swiftly around the table, each shot decisive and rapid, one after another, with a tight rhythm.

Finally, with a "whoosh," he cleared the table perfectly in one shot.

The man straightened up, his posture upright, and casually placed the cue stick on the table. His right hand rested on the shaft of the stick, and he looked up at Meng Youyou.

A smile played on his lips, and he had an unusually smug look on his face.

Looking across the small table, Meng Youyou seemed to see his youthful appearance in a daze, naturally spirited, sincere, and impetuous.

Meng Youyou was instantly overwhelmed with joy. She rushed forward a few steps, like a happy little rabbit, and with a sudden leap, she wrapped her arms around Huo Qingshan and buried her head in the man's chest.

He kept exclaiming, "That's amazing!"

Huo Qingshan then loosely wrapped his arm around the girl in his arms.

Just then, a few steps away, a middle-aged woman in the crowd crossed her arms, pouted, and her triangular eyes revealed contempt and disdain. The wrinkles on her face were twisted together with her dissatisfied expression.

She raised her voice and muttered sarcastically to the person next to her, "Tsk~ Look at them hugging each other in broad daylight, what kind of behavior is that, especially a young lady who doesn't know how to be modest at all."

Huo Qingshan's smile froze, his expression instantly turning icy cold, his gaze like a blade shooting straight towards the woman, carrying an unyielding warning.

The woman had been rambling on and on, but when she met Huo Qingshan's dark eyes, the rest of her words seemed to get stuck in her throat. Her body trembled involuntarily, and she immediately fell silent.

Without making a sound, he shrank back a little, his eyes darting around, trying to disappear into the crowd, not daring to utter another word.

The boss, looking at the empty table, couldn't sit still any longer. His long face instantly turned into a bitter gourd. He glanced at the "First Prize" sign hanging on the car with a pang of pity, his lips drooping, and his whole demeanor fell.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the crowd: "The urban management officers are here!"

Upon hearing the sound, the boss almost instinctively sprang to his feet, his feet reflexively moving towards the seat of the old tricycle.

Upon seeing this, Meng Youyou's joy was instantly replaced by anxiety. She released Huo Qingshan and shouted anxiously, "Don't go! My first prize, my earrings haven't been given to me yet!"

Huo Qingshan reacted with lightning speed, taking a few quick strides to catch up with the tricycle.

The man's right arm shot out swiftly, and he used both hands to firmly clamp down on the tricycle.

The boss slammed on the pedals, the car made a creaking sound and the body shook violently, but it couldn't move no matter what he did.

Huo Qingshan shouted in a low voice, "Give me the prize."

The boss was in a state of panic and didn't care about anything else. He hurriedly opened the box, waving his arm wildly behind him. In his haste, his fingers grabbed an earring hanging on the side of the box.

She suddenly flung the earring into the air, throwing it towards Huo Qingshan.

Huo Qingshan reacted quickly and reached out to catch it. Taking advantage of the moment, the boss pedaled wildly again, wobbling forward and disappearing into the depths of the alley.

The urban management officers arrived a few steps too late.

Meng Youyou stepped forward, and Huo Qingshan opened his palm, revealing two beautiful earrings lying in the man's hand.

The only drawback is that one of the silver chains is slightly deformed, perhaps due to the owner's violent pulling earlier, and some of the colorful threads hanging down are even broken.

Huo Qingshan frowned, his lips pressed into a straight line, and he looked somewhat troubled.

Meng Youyou looked at him and couldn't help but laugh: "Why do you look so bitter and resentful?"

"My earring is broken."

Meng Youyou didn't mind. "Isn't there still one that's good? At least not both of them are broken. You can wear it even if you only have one."

As she spoke, she reached into his palm and took the best one, putting it on her right ear.

She leaned closer to him with a beaming smile, "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Bright eyes and white teeth, a charming smile.

Huo Qingshan nodded seriously.

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