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

His gaze swept through the glass door, taking in every figure training inside, his eyes like a tiger eyeing its prey.

"Number one?"

He muttered to himself, a slow smile playing on his lips.

In his mind, Gu Qingcheng's domineering yet trusting gaze and Ye Zhiwei's firm yet gentle eyes reappeared.

He clenched his fist and made the most solemn vow he had made since his transmigration.

"I will definitely... become the strongest!"

"I absolutely...cannot let them down!"

As soon as you step into the training hall, a unique smell mixed with sweat, rubber, and hormones hits you.

The venue is huge, with a high dome and professional shadowless lights illuminating dozens of blue billiard tables.

The four walls are covered with banners of honor won by the city team in previous years, as well as slogans full of the marks of the times, such as "The honor of the motherland is above all else" and "Stepping off the podium, everything starts from zero".

The crisp sound of hitting the ball, the hurried rustling of footsteps, the coach's shouts, and the players' panting... all intertwine to create a tense and exciting symphony.

Every team member here has eyes like a wolf, filled with a desire for victory and a wary eye for competition.

This is a professional team, a true "arena".

Fan Zhengyang's entry was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

The stirring symphony paused for a moment.

All the team members who were training slowed down their movements in unison, and all their eyes were focused on him.

"Is that Fan Zhengyang? The kid who beat Mo Ge at the Blue Ocean Cup?" A player who was doing backhand multi-ball training whispered to his teammate, his eyes full of curiosity.

"He doesn't look like he has three heads and six arms. But arriving in a Ferrari with a beauty like Gu Qingcheng by his side, what a show of wealth! Is he here to play basketball or to flaunt his riches?" Another teammate, who was stretching his legs, curled his lip, his tone tinged with sourness.

"Hmph, he's just showing off in amateur competitions. He's just a little internet celebrity who's been packaged and hyped up! When he's in our professional training system with the daily target of 10,000 balls, he'll be crying." In the corner, a player wiping his racket sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

These team members are all outstanding talents who have emerged from thousands of young billiards players in Blue Ocean City through rigorous selection processes.

They are used to hard work and competition, and naturally harbor hostility and rejection towards "parachuted" players who become famous overnight with just one game and carry the air of "capital".

They acknowledged Fan Zhengyang's strength; after all, defeating Chen Mo spoke volumes. Chen Mo was the undisputed number one player in their city team, the goal they all strived to reach. But precisely because of this, they were even more resentful.

In their view, Chen Mo's defeat paved the way for Fan Zhengyang's legendary status in a single battle.

Fan Zhengyang gained his current fame and treatment by stepping on the face of their city team.

Therefore, they not only have to defend their own position, but also have to get back the spot for Chen Mo and the entire city team!

There is only one exception.

At the other end of the stadium, Chen Mo looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure at the entrance and shook his head with a wry smile.

Only by personally experiencing that suffocating sense of oppression can one know how terrifying that boy was.

These teammates are going to suffer a great loss.

"Zhengyang, you've finally arrived!"

The city team's head coach, Zhou Zhenhua, greeted them quickly with a beaming smile.

He patted Fan Zhengyang on the shoulder forcefully, as if he were seeing a rare treasure, then turned around and announced to everyone in a booming voice, "Everyone, stop for a moment! I'd like to introduce a new teammate—Fan Zhengyang! From today onwards, he officially joins our city's first team!"

Although everyone had different thoughts, they still applauded on the surface, but the applause was sparse and perfunctory.

Zhou Zhenhua frowned slightly, but he knew this was an inevitable process, so he dropped another bombshell: "After deliberation by the coaching staff, it has been decided that Fan Zhengyang will directly join the first team's main lineup to represent our Blue Ocean City in preparation for the provincial championships in the second half of the year!"

This sentence was like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil, instantly causing an explosion.

"What? Directly promoted to the first team's starting lineup?"

"Why should he? We worked so hard in the round-robin tournament for a whole year, and he's just a newcomer who didn't even have to participate in the team selection?"

"Coach Zhou, this isn't the right thing to do! Even if he beat Chen Mo, it's just one match; fluctuations in performance are normal!"

Opposition arose one after another, the loudest of which came from a burly, muscular young man with a buzz cut.

His name is Zhang Mang, the vice captain of the city team, a seasoned veteran who has been playing basketball for ten years.

He has an aggressive playing style and a fiery temper. His powerful forehand smash is recognized as the team's strongest.

Zhang Mang threw his racket onto the table with a loud thud. Like an enraged bull, he strode up to Zhou Zhenhua, his eyes fixed on Fan Zhengyang.

"Coach Zhou, we're not having it! Our city team's rule has always been that the capable rise and the incompetent fall. What right does an amateur champion who's never even participated in professional training have to be a starter right away? We feel sorry for Chen Mo!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "amateur champion," which was full of provocation.

Zhou Zhenhua's face darkened, and he was about to reprimand Fan Zhengyang, who stopped him with a playful smile on his face.

He knew this was the first hurdle he had to overcome.

To establish authority, you have to start with the toughest challenges.

A thousand words of explanation are not as effective as a game of tennis.

He stepped forward, looking directly at Zhang Mang, who was half a head taller than him, and said in a relaxed tone, "Senior brother, do you mean you want to spar with me?"

"Practice? Kid, don't make it sound so easy!" Zhang Mang was completely enraged by Fan Zhengyang's flippant attitude. He sneered, "I'm going to teach you your first lesson: just how deep the waters of professional table tennis really are!"

He picked up his racket, pointed to an empty ping-pong table next to him, and said in a booming voice, "Dare to play a game! Eleven points a game, whoever loses has to go to the second team and pick up balls for a month!"

The smell of gunpowder instantly filled the entire training hall.

Everyone stopped training and gathered around, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation, ready to watch a good show.

Zhou Zhenhua looked at Fan Zhengyang with a questioning look in his eyes.

Fan Zhengyang gave him a reassuring look, then picked up the rare "Dawn" racket that Gu Qingcheng had given him and walked slowly to the table tennis table.

"Okay," he said calmly, "but I have a suggestion."

"What suggestion? It's too late to beg for mercy!" Zhang Mang roared impatiently.

Fan Zhengyang held up three fingers with a sincere expression and smiled innocently: "How about I give you a three-ball handicap? Otherwise, if I beat you, people will say I'm bullying my senior brother, and that's not a fair victory."