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

After Zhang Mang was pulled up from the ground by Fan Zhengyang, he did not immediately shake off Fan Zhengyang's hand, but stood there blankly for a moment.

He looked at his trembling hand, then at the boy opposite him who was breathing steadily and hadn't even broken a sweat. The confusion, horror, and resentment in his eyes eventually turned into a deep sense of awe.

He knew that he had not lost unjustly.

This wasn't due to poor form or bad luck; it was a devastating blow from sheer superior skill.

His pride and joy were nothing but a joke in front of his opponent.

Although Zhang Mang had a fiery temper, he was a straightforward and principled man at heart.

If you can't win, you can't win. If you lose, you have to accept it!

He took a deep breath, suddenly broke free from Fan Zhengyang's grasp, and then, amidst dozens of shocked gazes, took a step back and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle to Fan Zhengyang! "I surrender!"

His loud voice echoed in the quiet training hall, every word resounding.

"From today onwards, you're my big brother! I, Zhang Mang, keep my word. I'm going to the second team right now to pick up balls for a month!"

After he finished speaking, he straightened up. His face, which had been flushed red, no longer showed the arrogance he had shown before, but instead carried a sense of relief and composure.

He turned around and walked towards the second team's training area without looking back.

"Holy crap! Has Brother Mang... changed his ways?"

"He...he was beaten into submission? He's already acknowledged me as his elder brother? The plot is moving too fast, I can't keep up!"

"Just what kind of devil is Fan Zhengyang? Not only did he beat Mang Ge into submission, but he also subjected him to psychological manipulation?"

The onlookers were all dumbfounded; the plot twist was more outrageous than the most thrilling roller coaster.

Even Coach Zhou Zhenhua was somewhat surprised. He had prepared a whole host of words to reprimand Zhang Mang, but he didn't expect the kid to be so straightforward.

Fan Zhengyang looked at Zhang Mang's resolute back and couldn't help but laugh.

This guy is quite an interesting brute.

He called out loudly, "Hey, senior brother, wait a minute!"

Zhang Mang paused, turned around, and looked at him with some confusion: "Brother, is there anything else you need?"

The way he called out "Big Brother" was so natural and smooth that it made the surrounding team members stumble again.

Fan Zhengyang walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and his domineering aura instantly vanished, replaced by a warm, spring-like smile: "The bet was just a joke, don't take it seriously. We're all teammates, and we'll be playing together in the future."

That smile was like sunshine dispelling the dark clouds, instantly easing the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the entire training hall.

The girls on the women's team were all swooning over his clean-cut and handsome profile.

"Wow, his smile is so handsome! I thought he was some kind of devil, but now he looks like the boy next door!"

"Waaaaah, who could resist a guy who's both domineering and gentle!"

Zhang Mang was stunned; he hadn't expected Fan Zhengyang to be so magnanimous.

He scratched his buzz cut and said in a deep voice, "No way! I, Zhang Mang, am a man of my word! If I say I'll go get the ball, I have to go get the ball! This is a matter of principle!"

"You..." Fan Zhengyang was both amused and exasperated.

Just then, Coach Zhou Zhenhua, who had been watching the show, finally walked over. He cleared his throat and said with a stern face, "Zhang Mang!"

"Here!" Zhang Mang instinctively stood at attention.

"Who told you to go to the second team to retrieve the ball?" Zhou Zhenhua glared at him. "Did I, the head coach, approve your bet? Making a private challenge and disrupting training—you've got some nerve!"

Zhang Mang immediately wilted, like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head and not daring to speak.

"However..." Zhou Zhenhua changed the subject, a sly smile appearing on his face, "Since you have the awareness to reflect on your actions, then I can't refuse you."

He pointed at Fan Zhengyang and announced, "Starting today, for the next month, you won't be participating in the team's internal round-robin tournament. Your only task is to be Fan Zhengyang's personal sparring partner!"

"Huh?" Zhang Mang suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief.

Zhou Zhenhua continued, "Fan Zhengyang's forehand power and spin quality are the highest in our team, even ranking among the best in the entire province. You boast about your strength, right? Then practice rallies with him every day! Only when you can last twenty rounds against him can you come back to regular training!"

This "punishment" made the surrounding team members gasp in shock.

This isn't punishment; it's pure torture!

Being bombarded daily by Fan Zhengyang, that inhuman emperor type, is no different from being tortured.

However, Zhang Mang's reaction once again surprised everyone.

His bitter face instantly blossomed into a chrysanthemum-like smile. He rushed to Fan Zhengyang, grabbed his hand, and excitedly stammered, "Big brother! From now on, I'm yours! Please take me under your wing! Please torture me! Please have some fun with me!"

Everyone: "..."

Why did the art style suddenly become so weird?

Fan Zhengyang was also speechless, quickly pulling his hand back: "Calm down, calm down! We're just teammates!"

Fan Zhengyang was also speechless, quickly pulling his hand back: "Calm down, calm down! We're just teammates!"

A storm that could have caused a major upheaval within the team was easily resolved in this slightly silly atmosphere.

Fan Zhengyang used an indisputable victory to completely subdue the first and toughest troublemaker within the city team.

From that day on, the atmosphere in the training hall underwent a wonderful change.

No one dared to point fingers at Fan Zhengyang behind his back anymore; their reactions stemmed from genuine awe and curiosity.

Fan Zhengyang, too, seemed to have become a different person.

On the court, he remains the same decisive and domineering "Emperor," meticulous in training and abnormally demanding of himself.

But as soon as he steps off the court, he immediately transforms back into that sunny, warm, and occasionally a little goofy boy next door.

He would greet his teammates and joke around with them.

They would snatch the last piece of braised pork from Chen Mo's bowl in the cafeteria.

During breaks, I will share some of my unique insights on billiards with everyone.

At first, everyone was a little reserved, after all, Zhang Mang, who had been traumatized by him, was right next to them, "watching them like a hawk".

But gradually, they discovered that the insights Fan Zhengyang shared were invaluable martial arts manuals!

"Brother Mo, your technique is very comprehensive, but when switching between forehand and backhand, you can shift your weight 0.1 seconds faster. Try to transfer more of the power from your right foot's push-off to your waist. This will make your transitions smoother."

After watching Chen Mo train with others, Fan Zhengyang pointed out the subtle flaw that had always existed in him.

Chen Mo tried it with some skepticism, then his eyes lit up!

He found that his previously somewhat sluggish offensive and defensive transitions instantly became incredibly smooth!

"Holy crap! It really works!" Chen Mo stared at Fan Zhengyang in shock, as if he had seen a god.