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

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At this moment, her ambition and Fan Zhengyang's dream complement each other, like two of the most dazzling stars, about to unleash an unprecedented storm in the future sky!

The assistant was completely dumbfounded.

Looking at the queen before her, so imposing and commanding, she had only one thought in her mind:

He's gone mad! The boss has completely lost his mind!

For the sake of an eighteen-year-old boy, they actually had to leverage the resources of the entire group to gamble on a seemingly illusory billiards empire.

But for some reason, looking into the boss's eyes, which shone with confidence, a strange sense of trust and fervor welled up in her heart.

Perhaps, what I am witnessing is the birth of a business miracle.

"What are you still standing there for?" Gu Qingcheng glanced at her. "Go and do it! Remember, money is not an issue! What I need is efficiency and results!"

"Yes, Mr. Gu!" The assistant jumped up, bowed quickly, and hurriedly left.

Silence returned to the office.

Gu Qingcheng picked up her wine glass, walked to the window, looked at the bustling night view below, and a charming smile appeared on her lips.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Fan Zhengyang.

The message was very simple, consisting of only one sentence.

"Go ahead and conquer the world, I'll take care of all the troubles for you. Goodnight, future champion."

After sending the message, she put her phone aside and turned her gaze back to the more distant and deeper night sky outside the window.

Ever since Fan Zhengyang made that "cool and domineering" decision—to earn his way into the provincial team on his own merits—his life has entered a secluded mode of "cultivating immortality."

The daily training volume was doubled.

Coach Zhou Zhenhua seemed to want to pass on all his skills to him, and he tormented him in every way possible.

Various unheard-of, grueling training programs, such as "amicable ball training," "blindfolded sound location practice," and "weighted squats hitting moving targets," were introduced one after another.

Meanwhile, Zhang Mang, the "exclusive sparring partner number one," has completely transformed into a ruthless multi-ball launcher, whose daily task is to completely deplete Fan Zhengyang's stamina bar.

Fan Zhengyang was enjoying himself immensely. He was like a dried-up sponge, frantically absorbing all the nutrients that could make him stronger.

This intense period of seclusion almost completely isolated him from the outside world.

Even the top nutritionists and physiotherapists sent by Gu Qingcheng could only squeeze in time to "refuel" and "repair" him during his training breaks.

And Ye Zhiwei, the girl who had always silently supported him, also seems to have disappeared.

Aside from her unwavering "Goodnight, get some rest" every night, she never sent Fan Zhengyang any other messages.

This left Fan Zhengyang feeling empty inside, as if something was missing, during his free time from training.

"This girl, has she forgotten about me because I've been so busy lately?"

"Or perhaps... she felt Gu Qingcheng was too strong and backed down?"

While practicing his tedious racket swings, Fan Zhengyang was lost in thought.

Until the night before the provincial youth competition started, his missing girlfriend... oh no, his missing strategist, finally reappeared.

That night, Fan Zhengyang had just finished a day of training and dragged his tired body back to the dormitory. Just as he was about to collapse onto his bed, his phone suddenly lit up with a "ding".

It was a video call request from Ye Zhiwei.

Fan Zhengyang was overjoyed and quickly answered the call.

In the holographic projection, Ye Zhiwei's familiar, pure and lovely face appeared.

She looked somewhat haggard on the screen.

Her bright eyes were surrounded by dark circles, as if she hadn't slept well for days. Her face was also a little pale, but her eyes were unusually bright and excited.

"Zhengyang! Are you...are you free right now?" Her voice carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"I'm free! I'm free! Even if I'm not, I have to be free!" Fan Zhengyang looked at her panda eyes, feeling both sorry for her and amused. "My dear personal analyst, did you go mining or were you abducted by aliens to do research? You look like a corporate slave!"

"No way!" Ye Zhiwei was amused by him. She rubbed her eyes shyly, then proudly held up a black USB drive that looked very high-tech to the camera.

"Ta-da! Look what this is!"

"USB drive? It doesn't... contain any study materials, does it?" Fan Zhengyang joked. "Let me tell you, I'm not interested in teachers who dress scantily."

"Ugh! What nonsense are you talking about!" Ye Zhiwei's face flushed red instantly. She glared at him reproachfully. "This is a gift for you, my secret weapon for the provincial youth competition!"

"A secret weapon?" Fan Zhengyang's curiosity was piqued.

"Yes!" Ye Zhiwei nodded heavily, her bloodshot eyes sparkling with a light as bright as stars.

"Over the past few weeks, I've watched every single match video I could find of all the well-known young athletes in this provincial youth competition. Then I compiled all their data into an app I developed myself!"

"APP?" Fan Zhengyang was stunned.

Wow, I thought you were just a top student who could make PPTs and Excels, but I never expected you could even develop apps behind the scenes?

Are all strategists this competitive these days?

"Wait a minute! I'll bring it to you right away!" Ye Zhiwei said, preparing to hang up the phone.

Half an hour later, downstairs at the dormitory building.

Fan Zhengyang met Ye Zhiwei, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

The girl was wearing an oversized sweatshirt, which made her look even smaller. She solemnly handed the black USB drive to Fan Zhengyang as if she were passing on nuclear codes.

"Quick, plug it into your terminal and try it," she urged, her eyes full of anticipation.

Fan Zhengyang connected the USB flash drive to his personal terminal.

Soon, an icon appeared on his screen.

The icon design is very simple; it's a billiard ball burning with flames.

The name of the app made Fan Zhengyang's heart skip a beat.

——【The Eye of the Righteous Sun】.

He took a deep breath and opened the app.

A simple yet technologically advanced interface appeared before his eyes.

The homepage of the interface displays the match schedule for this provincial youth competition.

Below the matchup chart is a huge database containing the names of hundreds of players.

Fan Zhengyang clicked on Lin Yi's (the top seed from the provincial capital team) profile picture.

The page redirected instantly.

All of Lin Yi's personal information, historical records, and technical characteristics were presented to him in an extremely clear and intuitive chart format.

Name: Lin Yi

Playing style: Left-handed shakehand grip, combining topspin and fast attack.

[Technical Characteristics: Agile playing style, excellent feel, high-quality forehand sidespin, often producing moments of brilliance in matches.]

[Strengths Analysis: Capable of handling unconventional shots, with a stable mental attitude.]

[Weaknesses: Relatively weak backhand rally ability, limited table protection area, and the quality of returns drops significantly when pressured on wide-angle backhand shots.]

Below these textual analyses is an even more exaggerated "tactical heatmap".