The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

He patiently pointed out the problems, bent down to demonstrate, raised his arm, made a clean stroke, and the cue ball accurately hit the 9-ball, which went into the pocket steadily. His movements were smooth and graceful, and very beautiful to watch.

In the next shot, Meng Jiangyu deliberately missed, placing the white ball in a position suitable for Shen Qingyao to hit the number 3 ball.

As expected, Shen Qingyao missed the shot; the white ball even deflected slightly off course. She pouted, somewhat dejected.

"Don't rush, take your time." Meng Jiangyu walked to her side, put his arm around her from behind again, and guided her to aim. "Look, the target ball is in this position, and the pocket is over here. When you aim, you need to aim slightly to the left of the target ball. That way, when you hit it, the ball will go towards the pocket."

He taught her how to hold the club, aim, and strike it again and again, correcting her posture and reminding her of the force she needed.

Shen Qingyao gradually relaxed and stopped being nervous. Following his guidance, she slowly found her footing.

Meng Jiangyu only showed all his patience to Shen Qingyao.

"Let's have a competition; a prize will motivate us."

"Okay," Meng Jiangyu agreed.

"But you have to give way to me," Shen Qingyao said.

"Okay, what's the prize?"

"The loser should grant the winner one request," Shen Qingyao said casually.

"it is good."

Meng Jiangyu won the first game, but he played very slowly, deliberately slowing down the pace and waiting for her to hit the ball. Occasionally, he would intentionally leave a few easy balls for her.

Although Shen Qingyao only scored two goals, she was extremely happy, since she had actually scored them herself.

In the second game, Shen Qingyao gradually found her rhythm. Her grip on the cue was much more stable than before, and she controlled the force of her shots better. Although she still often missed or deviated from the target, she was able to occasionally hit the ball accurately into the pocket and successfully pot three balls.

Meng Jiangyu stood to the side, watching her earnest expression, his eyes filled with tenderness.

She frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the ball on the table, her fingers gripping the cue stick with a slight pressure, and her cheeks flushed with a faint blush from her concentration, making her exceptionally beautiful.

Occasionally, when she scores a goal, her eyes light up, and she turns to look at him with joy in her eyes, like a child who has received candy.

He nodded at her, a smile playing on his lips, and softly praised, "You played well, you've improved quickly."

The simple compliment made Shen Qingyao feel sweet inside.

Before they knew it, the two had already played three rounds. Shen Qingyao's skills were visibly improving. At the beginning, she couldn't even touch the ball, but later she was able to control the ball occasionally and hit it accurately.

Shen Qingyao noticed that he was letting her win. She had seen him play with others before. "Don't let me win. Play at your own level."

"I don't know who told me to go easy on you just now."

Shen Qingyao remembered, "That was just now, now is now. Now fight me with your true skill level."

"Then you'll most likely not get a chance to play, and you'll feel very uninvolved."

"Play a few more games, I don't believe you can clear the table in one shot every time."

Meng Jiangyu didn't explain. "Words can't teach people, but actions can. They can be taught in a moment." "Okay."

In two consecutive games, Meng Jiangyu cleared the table with a single shot, and Shen Qingyao lost without a fight. "I refuse to believe that things will only happen three times."

Two more rounds later, Meng Jiangyu pocketed a ball, leaving Shen Qingyao speechless.

In the next game, Meng Jiangyu deliberately made a mistake, leaving a ball untouched. "Baby, it's your turn."

Shen Qingyao took a bite of the strawberry tip, an idea popped into her head, and she walked up to Meng Jiangyu, holding the strawberry bottom to his mouth.

Meng Jiangyu took a bite of the strawberry. He never ate strawberries on a normal day, but things had gotten better for him.

"Ah Yu, I've thought of an interesting new rule. Let's switch balls," Shen Qingyao added, "and you're obligated to help others, right?"

"Your strawberry-shaped butt is a bit pricey," Meng Jiangyu said with a slight smile. "Okay."

Shen Qingyao only has one ball left. Once it's in the pocket, she can play the 8-ball.

The remaining ball was right at the pocket, and Shen Qingyao was extremely satisfied.

Shen Qingyao shot the ball, but it kept getting further and further away from the pocket. Shen Qingyao was furious. "I'm really fed up."

Meng Jiangyu smiled slightly, "Baby, calm down."

Meng Jiangyu got into his hitting position, raised an eyebrow at Shen Qingyao, and said, "You only have one ball left, don't panic."

Shen Qingyao gripped the cue stick tightly, nodded, and her eyes were full of fighting spirit: "I understand."

Meng Jiangyu hit the ball continuously, and only one ball remained. He deliberately placed the cue ball in a position suitable for Shen Qingyao to hit.

The trajectory of the shot was miraculously the same as the previous mistake. "Let's try again."

Shen Qingyao stood beside the cue ball, carefully observing the trajectory of the ball on the table. She aimed precisely, adjusted her posture and power, and hit the target with a single strike.

"You're amazing, baby." Meng Jiangyu stood to the side, watching her intently hitting the ball, a smile never fading from his lips.

With the last black ball, Shen Qingyao stood by the pool table, aiming intently for a long time, adjusting her posture. Meng Jiangyu stood to the side, saying nothing, simply waiting quietly.

Shen Qingyao aimed at the black ball, but as expected, she missed. Shen Qingyao picked up the cue stick and stood aside.

Meng Jiangyu applied some chalk, and the last remaining ball on the table, number 12, fell into the pocket.

Meng Jiangyu looked at Hei Ba, "Baby, are you going to skip it?"

"Inevitable."

"Okay!" Meng Jiangyu hit the ball, and Shen Qingyao shouted from the side.

Meng Jiangyu deliberately missed, sending the black eight to the bag. "Hey, you little rascal."

"Hahahaha, it's my turn." She took a deep breath, gently pushed the cue stick, and the white ball steadily hit the black ball. The black ball rolled out and landed perfectly in the bottom pocket.

"It's in!" Shen Qingyao's eyes lit up. She turned to look at Meng Jiangyu, her face full of joyful smiles. "Ayu, I scored!"

Meng Jiangyu stepped forward, reached out and ruffled her hair, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead, his voice deep and doting: "Hmm, our Qingyao played really well, you've improved so quickly."

His kiss landed on her forehead, warm and soft, and Shen Qingyao's cheeks instantly flushed red. She raised her hand to push his chest, but he pulled her into his arms.

He looked down at her, his deep eyes filled with tenderness, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.

"Are you tired?" Meng Jiangyu's voice was soft as it brushed against her lips.

Shen Qingyao leaned against him, shook her head, brushed her nose against his chin, and whispered, "Not tired, it's quite fun."

The billiard room was softly lit, and the two embraced each other beside the dark green billiard table, their warm tenderness enveloping them and spreading in the air.