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

It wasn't until the black Audi A8L hover van scrambled out of the sports center's parking lot that thunderous cheers and whistles erupted from the training hall!

"Yang Ge is awesome—(voice cracks)!"

"That was so satisfying! So good! Absolutely amazing!"

"Let him keep pretending! Let him look down on Blue Ocean City!"

Zhang Mang rushed over, hugged Fan Zhengyang tightly, and shouted excitedly, "Big brother! You're my god! From today onwards, anyone who dares to disrespect you, I'll be the first to beat them up!"

Chen Mo also walked over, looking at Fan Zhengyang with admiration and gratitude in his eyes. He knew that Fan Zhengyang's victory was not only for himself, but also for the entire city team, winning back their dignity.

The girls on the women's team, like a group of little fangirls, surrounded her, chattering excitedly to express their admiration.

"Senior Fan, you're amazing!"

"You were so cool giving away that last ball! It was like a killer shot without drawing blood!"

"Senior, could I get your autograph?"

Surrounded by the crowd in the center, Fan Zhengyang simply smiled, enjoying the joy of victory.

He knew that from this day forward, no one would dare to underestimate their team from a "small place".

He won over everyone here with a resounding victory.

"Alright, alright, everyone stop crowding around!" Coach Zhou Zhenhua walked over with a smile, dispersing the crowd. "Did you all see that clearly? This is real skill! If you don't want to be humiliated like this in the future, get back to your seats and train for an extra hour!"

"Yes, Coach!"

Instead of complaining, the players charged towards their tables with boundless energy, shouting excitedly.

The power of role models is boundless.

Looking at this vibrant scene, and then at Fan Zhengyang, who was being surrounded by female team members asking for his contact information, Zhou Zhenhua smiled with satisfaction.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

After the call connected, he said with a smile, "Hello, is this Head Coach Wang? This is Old Zhou from Lanhai City. I have something to report to you. The coach Liu Bin you sent just... apparently got 'instructed' by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid and cried."

No one cares anymore how Liu Bin fled Lanhai City in such a daze.

At this moment, the training hall of the Blue Ocean City Table Tennis Team is immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

"Yang-ge, come on, have some water! I specially bought this for you from the vending machine, it's 82 chilled mineral water!"

"Yang Shen, are you tired? Let me give you a shoulder massage! My skills are passed down from my ancestors; I guarantee you'll feel like you're floating on air!"

"Junior brother, this is a special fruit salad made by our girls' team, please try it!"

Fan Zhengyang was treated like royalty, surrounded by a group of enthusiastic teammates who stuffed all sorts of drinks, towels, and fruits into his arms as if they were free.

Even Zhang Mang, who had been "tortured" the most by him before, had now transformed into the most loyal "number one lackey," holding a large palm-leaf fan and diligently fanning Fan Zhengyang, his face beaming with a proud smile.

The scene was incredibly harmonious, and incredibly sycophantic.

A resounding victory propelled Fan Zhengyang's reputation within the team to an unprecedented peak.

He is not only a technical mastermind, but also a pillar of strength in spirit.

However, after the party subsided, the team members, having calmed down, began to worry about Fan Zhengyang.

"Yang-ge, you offended Liu Bin so badly today. He definitely won't let it go when he gets back." After training, Chen Mo found Fan Zhengyang with a worried look on his face. "Although he's not a very good player, he still has some connections in the provincial team. I'm afraid he'll say bad things about you to Coach Wang and make things difficult for you."

"Yeah, brother!" Zhang Mang chimed in, his face full of indignation. "That guy looks like a petty, vindictive jerk! If he interferes and affects your reputation and future prospects, that would be a real problem!"

The other team members nodded in agreement. Although they enjoyed themselves, the thought of Liu Bin's despicable behavior made them worry about the long-term consequences.

After all, in their eyes, the provincial team was an unattainable existence. Even an assistant coach had the power of life and death over these city team members.

However, Fan Zhengyang, the person involved, appeared unusually calm.

He took a sip of the fruit salad the female team member brought him and said slowly, "Don't worry, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. Gold always shines. If the provincial team misses out on a once-in-a-century genius like me because of the slander of a petty person, then it only proves that it's their loss, not mine."

These words were spoken casually, yet they were filled with unparalleled confidence.

Seeing his confident demeanor, everyone's anxious hearts inexplicably calmed down.

What they didn't know was that Fan Zhengyang's confidence came not only from his own strength.

Because he had arranged in advance for a member of the women's team to record the entire match from beginning to end using a high-definition camera.

After the match, Fan Zhenyang sent this video to someone else.

Gu Qingcheng.

……

Meanwhile, in the provincial capital.

The top floor of the Liying Group headquarters, the president's office.

Gu Qingcheng wore an elegant white business suit, with a pair of black stockings that could drive any man crazy. He was lounging lazily on the leather sofa, watching the huge holographic projection in front of him.

On the projector screen, the entire process of Fan Zhengyang "educating" Liu Bin was being played.

When she saw Liu Bin being completely overwhelmed by three serves, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, her body trembling with mirth.

"This little rascal is getting more and more clever."

When she saw Liu Bin angrily accusing Fan Zhengyang of fouling, a cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Someone who overestimates himself."

When she saw Fan Zhengyang refute Liu Bin with erudition and sound reasoning, leaving him speechless, her eyes were filled with admiration and pride.

"Indeed, courageous and resourceful, that's why I, Gu Qingcheng, have taken a liking to him."

After the video finished playing, she picked up the terminal on the table and dialed a number.

"I am Gu Qingcheng." Her voice regained its queenly coolness and domineering presence.

"Hello, is this Manager Wang from the PR department? I just sent you a video. You have half an hour. I want this video to appear on the trending topics lists of all major social media platforms in Blue Country."

"I've already thought of a title: 'Shocking! Provincial team coach brutally defeated by 18-year-old prodigy, breaking down on the spot! Is it a distortion of humanity or a decline in morality?'"

"Remember, emphasize these keywords: prodigy, vindication of the city team, and resistance against injustice. Get the pace going! I want the entire internet to know what kind of unparalleled genius has emerged from our Blue Ocean City!"

"Money is no object, throw money at it like crazy!"

After hanging up the phone, Gu Qingcheng picked up the red wine on the table, gently swirled the glass, looked at the city night view outside the window, and a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

Liu Bin?

She was merely a stepping stone for Fan Zhengyang to reach a higher stage.