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

"...Chen Feng is a well-rounded player with high-quality topspin shots and an exceptionally strong backhand rally ability. His average forehand topspin speed is 110 rpm, and his average backhand rip speed is 125 km/h..."

"...Tactical habit analysis: When leading, their serves are mostly long topspin serves, showing a clear intention to attack; when trailing, they tend to use backhand topspin to fight back, with a success rate of 67.4%..."

"...Weakness analysis: After running over a large area for more than five rallies, the quality of his returns drops by about 12%. When dealing with short balls near the net, he habitually uses a drop shot, while his long chop shot is used only 8.3% of the time. This is a potential weakness..."

At the end of the report, there was also an analysis chart of Chen Feng's facial expressions under different pressures, and even his micro-expression of touching his nose when he was nervous was marked!

This...this is not an analysis report at all!

This is practically a "Chen Feng user manual"!

Fan Zhengyang was dumbfounded. He quickly opened several other folders.

Without exception, every single folder contained equally detailed, almost obsessive, match videos and analysis reports!

He then understood why Ye Zhiwei hadn't contacted him much these past few days.

It turns out that this silly girl was actually building a huge "data empire" for him in her own way!

The city team is a professional training institution with strict security, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at will. Ye Zhiwei cannot be there in person to record data for him as she could when they were in school.

So she took out all her pocket money and scholarship money and bought a large number of paid recordings of domestic and foreign competitions online through various channels. Many of these recordings were internal materials and were quite expensive.

Then, she locked herself in her room and, like a rigorous scientific researcher, watched frame by frame and analyzed it again and again, turning the dry data into clear and concise "tactical manuals".

How much time and effort did it take to achieve this?

Fan Zhengyang couldn't imagine it.

All he knew was that while he was sweating profusely in the training hall for his dream, there was a girl who was also silently burning herself out for his dream in her own world.

An indescribable warm current instantly surged through his entire body.

He picked up his phone and dialed Ye Zhiwei's number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Feed? Zhengyang? You...you saw it?" The girl's voice, tinged with nervousness and anticipation, came from the other end of the phone.

"I saw it." Fan Zheng-yang's voice was a little hoarse.

"Then... will it be useful to you? I'm afraid my analysis isn't professional enough..." Ye Zhiwei asked somewhat uneasily.

"It's useful." Fan Zheng-yang took a deep breath and said solemnly, "It's more than just useful, Zhiwei, what you gave me is the best weapon in the world."

"That's good..." The girl on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Silly girl." Fan Zhengyang's heart melted completely. "Don't stay up so late anymore. If you need money, just tell me, I'll send you some!"

"Pfft—"

Ye Zhiwei was amused by his straightforward remarks, and all her fatigue and hard work seemed to vanish in that moment.

She said softly, "I just... wanted to do something for you."

"..."

Fan Zhengyang fell silent. He felt as if his heart was being gently grasped by a tender little hand, warm and throbbing.

He knew he couldn't give this girl a sports car, nor could he offer her a lucrative contract.

But this quiet, delicate, yet unbreakable support is the most precious gift he has ever received.

……

The atmosphere in the training hall was somewhat unusual the next morning.

Although the team members were engaged in their daily training, their eyes kept drifting towards the door, as if they were waiting for something.

Just then, a silver Aston Martin hovercar, even cooler than Fan Zhengyang's Ferrari and shaped like a futuristic fighter jet, silently pulled up in front of the sports center.

The car door opened upwards, revealing a long, slender figure encased in black stockings. They were the first to take the lead.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Qingcheng's stunning figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Today, she wore a well-tailored black Chanel business suit that perfectly accentuated her stunning figure. Her face was adorned with delicate makeup, her red lips were fiery, and she exuded an aura of power, looking every bit like a domineering female CEO straight out of a financial magazine cover.

Behind her were two men in white coats carrying professional equipment cases, and a young and beautiful female assistant.

"Holy crap! It's President Gu!"

"Why is she here? Is she here to inspect our 'rising star'?"

"My goodness, Mr. Gu's outfit today is absolutely stunning! Who can resist it?!"

The male team members were all stunned, their swings even slowing down by half a beat.

The girls on the women's team looked on with envy at Gu Qingcheng's expensive outfit and limited-edition sports car.

"Is this the life of a top-tier rich and beautiful woman? I'm in love!"

"If I were a man, I'd also want to be kept by President Gu..."

Ignoring all the gazes around her, Gu Qingcheng walked straight into the training hall. Her powerful aura instantly silenced the previously noisy hall.

Coach Zhou Zhenhua also rushed over upon hearing the news, and greeted him somewhat flatteredly: "Oh, President Gu, what brings you here? You didn't even give me a heads-up before coming to inspect."

"Coach Zhou, you're too kind." Gu Qingcheng smiled slightly, a smile that could make a hundred flowers pale in comparison. "I'm here today as a sponsor to visit the team and also to provide some 'logistical support' for our young champion."

As she spoke, she turned to the two men in white coats behind her and introduced them: "This is Professor Chen, a sports nutrition expert from Lan Guo; this is Professor Wang, one of the national team's designated rehabilitation therapists. They will be in charge of Zheng Yang's diet and physical rehabilitation during this period."

Zhou Zhenhua's eyelids twitched as he listened.

These two are both industry giants; normally, you need to book a consultation with them six months in advance, and the fees are outrageously high. And now, Gu Qingcheng has actually invited them all at once?

Is this... the power of "money"?

The team members were speechless with astonishment, their mouths practically watering with envy.

"Isn't this outrageous? A top-tier nutritionist and a physical therapist—isn't this the treatment of a national team member?"

"Comparison is the thief of joy! I'm still eating protein bars, while others already have their own personal nutritionists!"

"Stop talking, I'm so jealous, I'm such a lemon..."

Gu Qingcheng seemed oblivious to the complicated looks in everyone's eyes. She walked over to Fan Zhengyang, who was doing strength training, and naturally took out a silk handkerchief from her pocket, affectionately wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Are you tired?" Her voice was so gentle it could melt your heart.

"It's...it's alright." Fan Zheng-yang felt a little uncomfortable with her sudden intimate gesture, especially under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes from the entire team. He felt like a giant panda being watched in a zoo.

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