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

"Training requires hard work, but you also need to take care of your health," Gu Qingcheng said, while naturally massaging his shoulders.

"I've already asked Dr. Chen to create a customized nutrition plan for you for the next three months. I'll have the cafeteria prepare it accordingly later. Also, your Ferrari was too flashy, so I've replaced it with a new one, the one by the door. It's better performing and more discreet."

Everyone: "...Keep a low profile?"

Mr. Gu, do you have some misunderstanding about the word "low-key"?

This isn't just about "money power," it's downright annihilation!

Seeing this, Zhang Mang silently moved a little further away from Fan Zhengyang.

He now finally understands how incredibly foolish he was to challenge this guy. Not only is the guy better at basketball, but his background is also miles ahead of his!

Chen Mo shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that Fan Zhengyang's rise was unstoppable.

"Um... Sister Qingcheng, really, there's no need to go to so much trouble." Fan Zhengyang felt like his face was being burned through by the envious and jealous looks around him.

"How can this be considered troublesome?" Gu Qingcheng said matter-of-factly. "You are now the ace of our Liying Sports team, my 'treasure.' Your body is more valuable than my contracts worth hundreds of millions. Of course, I have to take good care of you."

She emphasized the word "serve," her eyes filled with an ambiguous smile.

The female team members standing to the side were all incredibly envious of Gu Qingcheng's queen-like aura and her meticulous care for Fan Zhengyang.

"Aww, what an amazing love story! A younger, genius, and charming man paired with a domineering, wealthy female CEO—I'm totally shipping this couple!"

"President Gu is too good at this! Who can resist him!"

Fan Zhengyang felt he was about to be bombarded with criticism if he stayed any longer, so he quickly made an excuse: "Um, the coach seems to be calling me, I'll go over there for a bit!"

After saying that, he slipped away as if fleeing.

Looking at his slightly disheveled back, Gu Qingcheng's lips curled into a victorious smile.

She came today to assert her sovereignty to everyone in this most high-profile way.

She wanted everyone to know that Fan Zhengyang belonged to Gu Qingcheng. Anyone who wanted to touch him would have to think twice before taking action.

As for that little girl named Ye Zhiwei...

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Gu Qingcheng's beautiful eyes.

Data analysis? That's really impressive.

But in the face of absolute power and resources, these are nothing but child's play.

Since Gu Qingcheng's "Queen's Inspection," Fan Zhengyang's status in the city team has undergone some subtle yet profound changes.

First of all, his food standards have jumped from "athlete's meals" to "state banquet-level private dishes".

Every day, while other team members are still munching on protein bars and chewing on boiled chicken breast, Fan Zhengyang already has a carefully prepared nutritious meal laid out in front of him.

Australian Wagyu beef flown in by air, deep-sea tuna sashimi, and premium pasta topped with black truffle...

The aroma filled the entire cafeteria, making the team members drool with envy every day, creating real-life memes of "the soul of a dry eater." They looked at Fan Zhengyang as if he were a wicked landlord.

"Brother Fan, oh no, Mr. Yang! Look at this steak of yours, it's so big, you can't possibly finish it all by yourself..."

"Yang-ge! Help your little brother out! He wants to try what black truffles taste like!"

Secondly, his "emperor-level" logistical support was truly awe-inspiring.

After each day's training, while others were still relaxing with foam rollers or giving each other back massages, the national team's designated rehabilitation therapist was already waiting for him in the VIP treatment room with a full set of fascia guns and shockwave therapy equipment. The professional massage techniques were so comfortable that Fan Zhengyang almost fell asleep on the spot every time.

This treatment, which could be described as "corrupt," earned Fan Zhengyang a brand new nickname in the city team—"Fan Ersai Zhengyang."

However, this seemingly "corrupt" life did not diminish Fan Zhengyang's fighting spirit in the slightest.

Instead, having all his worries removed, he threw himself into training with an almost frenzied enthusiasm.

During the day, he honed his basic skills and physical fitness under the grueling training regimen of Coach Zhou Zhenhua and sparring partner Zhang Mang.

At night, while his teammates were all asleep, he lay in bed and immersed his consciousness in the system's virtual training space, activating his true "cultivation" mode.

"Welcome to the Virtual Training Space (Intermediate)."

A cold, impersonal system notification sounded.

Unlike the basic level, which only allows for simple battles, the virtual space with intermediate level is incredibly powerful!

Here, he can digitize and reassemble all the unlocked legendary players' special moves.

"Analyze the commonalities in force application between the Overlord Twist and the Fierce Straight Line, and then integrate and optimize them."

"Simulate the hitting quality curves of the Emperor's Power Shot under different body postures."

Fan Zhengyang is like a top-notch code engineer, using various advanced skills as modules, constantly debugging, integrating, and upgrading them, trying to build a perfect "technological edifice" that belongs only to him.

He also imported all the data provided by Ye Zhiwei into the virtual space.

"A virtual opponent model was created. Data source: Chen Feng, the number one player of the Blue Province team."

"Initiate simulated combat!"

In an instant, a virtual person exactly like Chen Feng appeared on the other side of the pool table.

Every movement and every habit of his is exactly the same as the real him.

Thus, Fan Zhengyang began one virtual duel after another, one that he fought until he was sick of it.

Here, he was manipulated by Ma Lin's short balls, and then learned how to break them;

Here, he challenged the virtual Long Chen and Ovtcharov again and again. Although he was utterly defeated every time, his experience points were skyrocketing at a rocket speed!

This rate of progress is astonishing.

Coach Zhou Zhenhua was the first person to feel this terrifying change.

A week ago, he fed Fan Zhengyang a lot of balls, and he could barely keep up with the pace.

A week later, he felt as if the balls he was feeding were being sent into a shredder. Fan Zhengyang's returns were so high that he even needed to take a step back to ensure his safety.

"This kid... does he secretly go play ball with the gods every night?" Zhou Zhenhua muttered to himself, looking at the vigorous figure on the court, his worldview being greatly shaken.

The one who felt it most deeply was Zhang Mang, his personal sparring partner.

His life, from the day he became Fan Zhengyang's sparring partner, turned into a black and white world.

In the first week, he fantasized about going toe-to-toe with his older brother, but he was beaten so badly by all sorts of bursts and lane changes that he questioned his life. Every day after training, he felt like he had been run over by ten trucks.

By the second week, he had completely given up resisting, and his life goal had been reduced from winning a game to being able to last a few more rounds.

In the third week, his goal became even more humble—just to pick up fewer balls today.