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

Wang Feng's mentality completely collapsed under the repeated bombardment of the Overlord's Twist and the Fierce Straight Line.

Second game, 11:4!

Third game, 11:3!

In the fourth game, when Fan Zhengyang once again used a signature "aggressive straight shot" to bring the score to 10-1, Wang Feng looked at that match point and silently put down his racket.

He walked to the net, reached out his hand to Fan Zhengyang.

"I'm not playing anymore." His voice was hoarse, but full of relief. "I lost."

Fan Zhengyang was taken aback for a moment, then stepped forward and took his hand.

"senior……"

"Don't call me senior anymore." Wang Feng shook his head with a wry smile. Looking at the clear-eyed, composed young man in front of him, he felt only sincere admiration and emotion. "I've been playing basketball for twenty years and have never seen a genius like you. Your game reminds me of my dreams when I was young."

He paused, patted Fan Zhengyang's shoulder forcefully, and said, word by word, "The future of Lanhai City, and even the entire Lan Kingdom, belongs to you."

After speaking, Wang Feng turned around gracefully and left the stage with his head held high amidst thunderous applause from the audience.

Although he lost the game, he earned the dignity and style of a veteran.

The winner of the match, Fan Zhengyang, stood in the center of the field, receiving a thunderous roar of cheers.

"MVP! MVP! MVP!"

This time, no one questioned it anymore.

In the corner, Zhou Zhenhua had already quietly left the field when Fan Zhengyang hit his third dangerous straight shot.

He didn't need to look any further. He had already gotten the answer he wanted, and it even far exceeded his expectations.

Zhou Zhenhua returned to his office, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the director of the Municipal Sports Bureau. His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Chief, regarding that kid named Fan Zhengyang... my opinion is that we must bring him to the city team at all costs, no matter what!"

"Our Blue Ocean City produced a phoenix eight years ago, and this year it's time... for a true dragon to emerge!"

In the VIP section, Gu Qingcheng looked at the radiant figure on the stage and raised her wine glass with satisfaction.

She offered a distant salute in that direction, her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a whisper of admiration that only she could hear:

"Well done, little man."

As night falls, the lights are on.

The most exclusive private club in Blue Ocean City, "Cloud Top Pavilion," is usually only open to members with a net worth of seven figures or more, but tonight it was completely booked.

Waiters dressed in tailcoats stood respectfully in two rows at the entrance, each one having received the most rigorous etiquette training.

Hand-woven Persian carpets covered the gleaming marble floor. The air was filled with a faint fragrance and melodious classical music, everywhere exuding the word "money-burning".

Fan Zhengyang stood at the door, looking at the magnificent and decadent scene, and felt a little out of place.

He was still wearing his faded No. 3 Middle School uniform and ordinary sneakers, completely out of place with the style of the paintings here, looking like a Tang Monk who had mistakenly entered the Spider Cave.

"Don't be nervous, you're the star today."

A soft, gentle hand quietly took his hand.

Fan Zhengyang turned his head and saw Ye Zhiwei beside him.

She was clearly dressed up carefully today.

A simple white dress accentuated her pure and innocent charm, making her look like a lily under the moon.

Her long hair was not tied up, but flowed smoothly over her shoulders. She wore light makeup, which added a touch of captivating elegance to her youthful innocence.

"Why are your palms sweating so much from nervousness?" Fan Zhengyang took her small hand in his own and teased her with a smile.

"I...I didn't!" Ye Zhiwei's cheeks flushed instantly. She tried to pull her hand back, but Fan Zhengyang held it even tighter.

They were picked up by a private car personally sent by Gu Qingcheng to attend this private celebration banquet specially hosted for Fan Zhengyang. Ye Zhiwei, as Fan Zhengyang's exclusive data analyst, was also specifically invited.

Just then, the clubhouse doors slowly opened.

Gu Qingcheng appeared at the doorway.

If Ye Zhiwei is a pure and elegant white moonlight, then Gu Qingcheng at this moment is a red rose blooming wildly in the dark night, beautiful in a way that is extremely aggressive.

She wore a black haute couture evening gown with a deep V-neck that boldly revealed her stunning cleavage and snow-white skin. The high slit of the skirt allowed glimpses of her incredibly long legs as she moved. Around her neck, she wore a dazzling diamond necklace that sparkled brilliantly under the lights.

She leaned lazily against the door frame, her red lips slightly curved, her eyes alluring, looking at the two somewhat awkward young men and women at the door, like a queen examining her beloved trophies.

"Welcome, my little champion, and... our little strategist." Her voice carried a hint of husky laughter.

Fan Zhengyang is alright; after all, he has lived two lives, so his composure is still quite good.

When Ye Zhiwei saw Gu Qingcheng, she felt instantly overshadowed. It was the natural, irresistible aura of a young girl facing a mature woman that completely overwhelmed her.

She instinctively gripped Fan Zhengyang's hand tightly.

Gu Qingcheng saw all of this, and her smile deepened.

She stepped forward and naturally took Fan Zhengyang's other arm, pressing his soft arm tightly against her voluptuous body.

"Let's go, don't keep the chef waiting." She said in an unquestionable tone, leading the two into the luxurious banquet hall.

Fan Zhengyang felt like he was sandwiched between two "hamburgers," with the pure and lovely "lettuce" on his left and the spicy and passionate "beef patty" on his right. For a moment, a happy dilemma arose.

He could clearly feel that Ye Zhiwei's little hand was gripping even tighter, and Gu Qingcheng's gaze towards Ye Zhiwei carried a hint of an adult's amusement at a little girl.

"This is a complete disaster! This is absolutely a disaster!" Fan Zhengyang mentally screamed. "I'm just a 17-year-old kid! Why do I have to bear such an unbearable burden?"

The dining table was laden with top-quality ingredients that Fan Zhengyang had only ever seen on food programs: Australian lobster, Japanese Wagyu beef, French caviar...

Gu Qingcheng personally poured Fan Zhengyang a glass of expensive Burgundy red wine and Ye Zhiwei a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Zhiwei, my dear sister." Gu Qingcheng raised her wine glass to Ye Zhiwei, smiling brightly, "You deserve a lot of credit for Zhengyang's victory this time. I heard that your data analysis is even better than the professional team our company hired at a high price. I'd like to toast you."

"Mr. Gu... you're too kind. I didn't do anything..." Ye Zhiwei was a little flattered and quickly picked up the orange juice.

"Hey, don't call me President Gu, it's too formal." Gu Qingcheng put down her wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and her eyes became serious. "Little sister, you're a rare talent. Have you ever thought about working in this field in the future?"

"I want to study computer science at Tsinghua or Peking University and become a programmer in the future..." Ye Zhiwei said softly.

"A programmer? That's too much of a waste of talent." Gu Qingcheng shook her head, then dropped a bombshell.

"I'm planning to invest 500 million yuan to establish an AI-powered sports analytics lab, utilizing cutting-edge artificial intelligence and big data technologies to serve our athletes. How about it? Interested in becoming the chief consultant at my lab after you graduate from university?"

Five hundred million! Chief Advisor!

The way this pie was drawn stunned both Ye Zhiwei and Fan Zhengyang.