Billiards: Starting with the Overlord's Shot, Dominating the World

Grandpa Zhang was a star player in the factory team when he was young. His backhand topspin was incredibly skillful. After retiring, he dominated the community's billiards table for more than ten years with this skill, and no one could defeat him.

There's a saying circulating in the neighborhood: "You may not know the neighborhood committee director, but you can't not know Grandpa Zhang at the pool table."

In the past, the original owner of Fan Zhengyang's body before he transmigrated had been "educated" a lot by Grandpa Zhang's straight and horizontal blows, so the two could be considered old rivals.

"Hey, Grandpa Zhang, you didn't play ball today?" Fan Zhengyang greeted him with a smile.

"Waiting for you!" Old Zhang raised his chin and pointed to the stone pool table not far away. "I heard you're a champion now, famous. Come on, let me test your skills and see if your championship is justified!"

Upon hearing this, the elderly people around immediately perked up and started making a fuss.

"Yes, yes, let's have a fight! Let's have a fight!"

"Old Zhang, teach this kid a lesson, show him what it means to be an experienced veteran!"

"I bet Old Zhang will win! That backhand shot of his is so powerful, even a god couldn't catch it!"

Fan Zhengyang was both amused and exasperated.

Well, it seems there are challenges no matter where you go!

"Alright, Uncle Zhang." He readily accepted the challenge, "But we have to agree on the stakes. If I win, your bottle of 'Blue Ocean Special Brew,' which you've been treasuring for twenty years, is mine."

"No problem!" Grandpa Zhang readily agreed. "If you lose, you'll have to call me 'Grandpa Zhang is the best in the world' every time you see me!"

"make a deal!"

The two arrived at the weathered stone table tennis table.

The elderly people automatically formed a circle, acting as spectators, creating an atmosphere even more enthusiastic than the city league finals.

Grandpa Zhang took out his shiny Double Happiness blade from his personal tennis bag, with a piece of pimpled rubber on his backhand, looking very professional.

"Kid, you can go first!" Grandpa Zhang waved his hand with the air of a master.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Fan Zhengyang smiled.

He decided to play with Grandpa Zhang today using the method that Grandpa Zhang was most proud of.

Fan Zhengyang served a standard backspin short ball.

Grandpa Zhang, with his extensive experience, stepped forward, flicked his wrist, and sent the ball short and low back to Fan Zhengyang's backhand position.

This is Grandpa Zhang's usual tactic: he forces you to lift the ball high, then he uses a penhold backhand flick or a forehand smash from the side.

However, Fan Zhengyang's response took him by surprise.

Fan Zhengyang leaned forward, his right arm did not swing back, but his wrist suddenly twisted forward at an extremely strange angle!

Wait, this action...

To Grandpa Zhang's astonishment, Fan Zhengyang actually used his penhold grip to execute a high-quality backhand topspin loop from inside the table!

The ball, with a strong topspin, flew straight towards Grandpa Zhang's chest, chasing his body position.

"A penhold grip with a sideways twist?!"

Grandpa Zhang exclaimed in surprise. He himself played with a penhold grip and backhand topspin, but he could only succeed once or twice in mastering the high-difficulty technique of topspin. Unlike Fan Zhengyang, who could do it so easily and with such high quality!

He hastily took a step back and barely managed to block with his forehand.

The ball flew straight away.

1: 0.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Fan Zhengyang's move.

"This...this is Old Zhang's special skill?"

"No, Old Zhang's technique is a flick, this kid's is a twist, that's more advanced than Old Zhang's!"

Grandpa Zhang looked at Fan Zhengyang, and his expression completely changed, from disdain to solemnity and shock.

Meanwhile, Fan Zhengyang was having a pleasant conversation with the system in his mind.

"System, this reward is pretty good!"

Just now, when he saw Grandpa Zhang get into position, the system notification sounded.

[Ding! Special game environment detected, triggering a fun mission: Use their own methods against them!]

[Mission Objective: Defeat Grandpa Zhang, the neighborhood tennis king, using the "penhold backhand topspin" technique.]

[Mission Reward: Unlock legendary player "Wang Hao - Penhold Backhand Technique"!]

This is like having a pillow delivered to your head when you're about to fall asleep!

Without saying a word, Fan Zhengyang accepted the task.

In that instant, he felt that his understanding of penhold grip had been elevated to a whole new level.

"Again!" Grandpa Zhang refused to believe it and served again.

The following matches turned into a complete solo performance by Fan Zhengyang.

When Grandpa Zhang served a short ball, Fan Zhengyang used a penhold backhand flick to make him question his existence.

When Grandpa Zhang served a long ball, Fan Zhengyang turned to the side and delivered a powerful smash comparable to that of a professional player, scoring directly.

Grandpa Zhang wanted to engage in a stalemate, but Fan Zhengyang's backhand flicks were fast and accurate, leaving Grandpa Zhang struggling and in a sorry state.

The spectators on the sidelines had gone from cheering for Grandpa Zhang to gasping in amazement.

"My goodness, Xiao Yang's ball has grown so fast!"

"Old Zhang really kicked a hornet's nest today, no, he kicked a steel plate!"

"Is your grandpa still your grandpa? No, now Xiaoyang is his grandpa!"

The score quickly reached 10-0.

Fan Zhengyang held match point. He looked at Grandpa Zhang, who was panting and sweating profusely, smiled, and deliberately served a half-high ball.

This is a handicap betting.

A hint of gratitude flashed in Grandpa Zhang's eyes. He seized the opportunity and used all his strength to deliver his most signature straight-grip backhand flick!

The ball was played with high quality.

Fan Zhengyang casually took a step back and lightly blocked the shot with his backhand.

The ball flew away.

10: 1.

The entire room fell silent for a second, then erupted in thunderous applause!

They could all see that Fan Zhenyang's return of the ball was full of consideration for human relationships, saving face for Grandpa Zhang.

Grandpa Zhang stood there, stunned for a long time, and finally sighed deeply, giving Fan Zhengyang a heartfelt thumbs up.

"These young people are truly formidable! I, Old Zhang, am convinced! I've lost this competition!"

He walked to the sidelines, took out a bottle of "Blue Ocean Special Brew" that he had treasured for twenty years and hadn't even opened for his son's wedding, and handed it to Fan Zhengyang.

"Kid, it's yours!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the fun mission and unlocking "Wang Hao - Penhold Backhand Technique"! You have gained 100 inheritance points!]

Fan Zhengyang took the wine, grinning from ear to ear.

The elderly people around him were incredibly enthusiastic, taking out all sorts of delicious food from their homes and stuffing it into Fan Zhengyang's arms.

"Xiaoyang, this is braised pork hock that Aunt Wang made herself. Take it home and eat some!"

"Champion, these are grapes just picked from Grandpa Liu's house, they're so sweet!"

"Xiao Yang, eat an apple, and may you stay safe and sound!"

Before long, Fan Zhengyang's arms were piled high with all sorts of snacks and fruits, looking just like a foodie who had just come back from a supermarket shopping spree.

As he watched this lively and heartwarming scene, feeling the genuine warmth of the neighbors, a surge of warmth welled up in his heart.

This feeling made him feel more grounded and happy than standing under the spotlight and receiving cheers from thousands of people.

He knew that no matter how high or far he flew in the future, this place would always be where he started and his warmest harbor.

His path to stardom seems to have been filled with the everyday realities of life from the very beginning.