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

The thunderous cheers, like a tangible wave, reverberated throughout every corner of the stadium.

Fan Zhengyang felt like a feather, being tossed and thrown by his teammates, rushing towards the dazzling starry sky composed of countless spotlights time and time again.

He could see that the coach's usually serious and rigid face was now flushed red with excitement, and even the corners of his eyes were glistening with tears.

The coach, who was over fifty years old, was slapping his thigh vigorously, muttering repeatedly, "Genius! A fucking genius! I almost... I almost became a sinner!" His heartfelt regret and ecstasy warmed Fan Zhengyang's heart.

He could also see that, outside the revelry, the once arrogant captain Zhao Kai was leaning against the wall, looking utterly dejected.

On his face, jealousy, resentment, bitterness, and confusion... all these emotions intertwined and eventually turned into ashes.

He knew that his glorious period at the school was over, along with his pitiful pride.

When Fan Zhengyang's gaze swept over everything and landed on the front row of the audience, he saw a pair of bright, sparkling eyes that seemed to be filled with stars.

It is Ye Zhiwei.

Unlike the others who shouted wildly, she simply stood there quietly, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her fair cheeks flushed with a healthy blush of excitement.

Beneath her cascading, jet-black hair was a pure and exquisitely beautiful face, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and cherry-like, moist lips beneath a delicate, petite nose.

At this moment, those eyes, which always held a gentle smile, were filled with shock, curiosity, and a hint of girlish admiration.

When Fan Zhengyang was finally put down from his teammates' "aerial celebration," he felt his legs were a little weak.

"Zhengyang! Well done!"

"You've been hiding your true colors! From now on, you're my big brother!"

"My treat tonight! The whole team is going out for a seafood feast!"

His teammates surrounded him warmly, patting him on the shoulder. Their words were no longer tinged with disdain or estrangement, but filled with pure admiration and closeness.

Strength is always the most direct and effective way to earn respect.

Just as he was dealing with his teammates' enthusiasm, a slightly shy yet clear and melodious voice rang out beside him.

"Fan Zhengyang, are you alright? Here, have some water."

Fan Zhengyang turned his head and saw Ye Zhiwei standing in front of him.

She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look him in the eye; her long eyelashes trembled gently like two small fans.

She carefully handed it over, holding a bottle of water and a clean towel.

The girl exuded a faint, pleasant scent of shampoo, mixed with the unique aroma of adolescence, which was refreshing and delightful.

"Thank you." Fan Zhengtian accepted the bottle with a cheerful smile, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down several mouthfuls. He was indeed thirsty after a high-intensity match.

"Um... that backhand technique you just used was amazing." Ye Zhiwei looked up, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What's it called? I've never seen such a... such a powerful attacking style in any match video."

Her voice was gentle and melodious, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, making people feel exceptionally comfortable.

Seeing her curious expression, Fan Zhengyang smiled inwardly and made up a story: "Oh, that? I just practiced it randomly by myself, it's called Overlord Twist."

"Overlord Twist?" Ye Zhiwei blinked, and actually took out a small electronic notebook she carried with her and wrote it down carefully, muttering to herself, "Overlord Twist, it's really a vivid description."

Seeing her adorable, meticulous, and studious demeanor, Fan Zhengyang almost burst out laughing.

"Oh, right!" Ye Zhiwei seemed to remember something, turned to another page in her electronic notebook, handed it to Fan Zhengyang, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "This is the data I recorded before, about Li Hao from Fengyun No. 1 Middle School. Although you don't seem to need it at all, but..."

Fan Zhengyang curiously leaned over to take a look.

On that small screen, various data and analyses were densely recorded.

Opponent: Li Hao

[Technical Characteristics: Right-handed shakehand grip, combining topspin and fast attack.]

[Common Tactics:]

1. The serve is mostly a short backhand topspin ball, combined with a long forehand topspin ball, with the intention of rushing the ball on the third shot.

2. In the serve return phase, backhand chops account for 72%, long pushes account for 18%, and short pushes are occasionally used as a surprise attack.

[Habitual shot patterns: In rallies, forehand cross-court shots account for 65%, and straight shots account for 22%...]

[Psychological weakness: Tendency to relax when playing with the wind at their back, and prone to losing composure when playing against the wind, especially after being attacked on the backhand side continuously, the forehand error rate will increase by about 17%.]

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Looking at this incredibly detailed analysis report, Fan Zhengyang was completely shocked.

This is hardly the notebook of an ordinary high school girl.

This is clearly a professional-grade tactical analysis report!

Its level of detail is even more accurate than the analysis of some professional commentators in my previous life.

He looked up and re-examined the girl in front of him.

She seemed to sense Fan Zhengyang's surprise, her face turning even redder, and she explained, "I like watching billiards, and I like to study these things when I have free time... I find them quite interesting."

At that moment, Fan Zhengyang's impression of her changed instantly from that of a pretty class beauty to that of a hidden gem.

He exclaimed sincerely, "Ye Zhiwei, you're amazing! This report is even more useful than our coach's tactical arrangements."

Upon receiving the praise, Ye Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, and a blush spread from her face to her ears.

Seeing her shy demeanor, Fan Zhengyang's heart stirred, and he blurted out, "Then, can you still help me with data analysis for my matches in the future? As a reward, I'll treat you to milk tea!"

"Huh? Really?" Ye Zhiwei looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with barely suppressed surprise. "Of course I'd love to! No need to buy me milk tea!"

"That won't do, let's keep things separate," Fan Zhengyang said with a smile. "Then it's settled, you'll be my personal data analyst!"

"Yes!" Ye Zhiwei nodded vigorously, her smile as bright and beautiful as a spring flower in bloom.