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

On the image, a virtual pool table is divided into countless small squares. Lin Yi's favorite attacking areas are marked in red, while his weakest defensive areas are marked in blue.

The red and blue zones are clearly visible!

This is practically exposing the opponent's true colors!

Even more outrageous is that the app also has a "tactical simulation" function.

After clicking in, Fan Zhengyang can set his main tactics for the match, such as "attacking the backhand," "controlling short balls," and "long rallies"...

The app will then use Lin Yi's database model to deduce a rough probability of winning!

[Tactics: Focus on wide-angle backhand attacks]

[Estimated win rate: 78.5%]

[Tactics: Short ball control via console]

[Estimated win rate: 65.2%]

……

Fan Zheng-yang was completely shocked.

This is hardly a secret weapon.

This is practically an official cheat code! It's a cheat code plus version!

With this, when he goes to compete in the provincial youth competition, it's just like taking an exam with the standard answers, isn't it?

He stared blankly at the screen, then looked at the girl in front of him, who was nervously clutching the hem of her clothes and looking at him expectantly. An indescribable feeling of emotion and shock welled up in his heart.

He knew that developing such a powerful app required incredible programming skills and an enormous amount of data processing work.

In the past few weeks, while he was sweating profusely in the training hall, this silly girl locked herself in her room, typing out code line by line and analyzing video frame by frame, working tirelessly day and night to forge this "magic weapon" that could sweep away everything!

"How are you? Are you... are you alright?" Ye Zhiwei asked anxiously, looking at his blank expression.

Fan Zhengyang remained silent.

He simply reached out and pulled Ye Zhiwei into his arms.

Ye Zhiwei's face turned as red as a ripe apple, and her heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.

"Thank you, Zhiwei."

"This is the best gift I've ever received."

"I...I..." Ye Zhiwei was so nervous that she couldn't even finish her sentence.

"Silly girl, go back to sleep. Look at your dark circles, you look like a national treasure."

"Oh...oh!" Ye Zhiwei woke up as if from a dream, feeling her cheeks burning.

"Hey, wait a minute," Fan Zhengyang called out to her again.

"Wh...what's wrong?" Ye Zhiwei blushed, not daring to look at him.

Fan Zhengyang looked at her, his eyes becoming extremely serious.

"Wait for me to come back."

"Wait for me, I'll bring the championship trophy back as a gift on the spot."

The two hung up the video call. A sweet smile involuntarily crept onto Ye Zhiwei's lips.

She knew that all her hard work over the past few weeks had been worth it.

The night sky is dotted with stars.

A young girl's thoughts are like the summer night breeze, gentle and tender.

The young man about to embark on his campaign already held the ultimate weapon in his hand, one that could overturn the entire course of the war.

If the first day of the provincial youth competition was just Fan Zhengyang's "personal fan meeting", then from the second day onwards, the entire competition completely turned into his "personal skills demonstration" and "large-scale fan-gaining event".

The group stage began with an opponent from another strong city, a player known as the "Grinding King" for his solid defense and unyielding nature.

Before the match, the coach of this "grinding king" confidently told the media: "Fan Zhengyang's attack is indeed sharp, but table tennis isn't won by attack alone. We will use the most tenacious defense to drag him into our rhythm and let him experience what a 'Great Wall of Despair' really means!"

And then... the match began.

In the first game, Fan Zhengyang barely attacked.

He was like a patient hunter, using his "Marin-Thousand-Mechanisms" table control technique to keep the ball firmly in front of the net.

Sometimes a light rub, sometimes a long chop, sometimes a feint...

That small billiard ball seemed to be enchanted by him, transforming into countless variations under his racket.

The "grinding king" on the opposite side was being driven around the court, sometimes rushing to the net and sometimes retreating to the far side, running until he was out of breath, but he couldn't even find a comfortable opportunity to start his move.

Throughout the entire game, Fan Zhengyang only launched two attacks, yet the score was 11-1.

The second game took a dramatic turn.

Fan Zhengyang stopped focusing on short shots and started using high-quality topspin shots to engage in long rallies with his opponent.

But his topspin shots are extremely tricky, and their landing points are unpredictable.

The previous shot was aimed at the opponent's wide forehand angle, but the next shot suddenly changed to a small backhand triangle.

The "Grinding King" on the other side felt like a leaf in a stormy sea, being toyed with by the opponent's various amazing shots. His proud "Great Wall of Despair" was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of Fan Zheng-yang, and could be broken with a single puncture.

The score is 11-2.

In the third game, Fan Zhengyang completely let loose.

He began his "skills demonstration competition".

Liang Shuai's opening serve, "Unpredictable and Deceptive," caused his opponent to lose two points.

Then, with an unreasonable twisting and looping motion reminiscent of Wang Hao's "penhold backhand topspin", he scored.

Finally, the battle ended cleanly and decisively with a stunning "Wang Chuqin - Emperor Burst".

Score: 11-0!

When the match ended, the opposing "Grinding King" was completely stunned. He stood there blankly, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself, "How... how do I defend against this? This is not even in the same dimension... He knows sorcery..."

His coach, standing on the sidelines, was pale-faced and had already begun silently searching for "how to conduct post-match psychological counseling".

This match, broadcast live by the provincial television station and major online platforms, once again ignited the entire internet.

"Holy crap! What kind of god-like fighting style is this? Has an all-around hexagonal warrior descended to earth?"

"I'm speechless! Is Yang Shen playing a match? He's giving a tutorial! He changes his strategy every single game, is he even letting anyone else compete?"

"I feel sorry for the guy on the other side for three seconds. I feel like his worldview of billiards has been shattered."

"I used to think billiards was just two people hitting each other, but after watching Yang Shen's match today, I realized it's an art form!"

In the provincial sports bureau's back-end monitoring room, Director Wang and a group of staff watched the red curve representing the "number of online viewers" soar wildly like a rocket, and they were all so excited that they danced with joy.

"Reporting to the Director! Fan Zhengyang's very first match saw a peak of 1000 million online viewers! This breaks all historical records for sports events in our province!"

"Reporting, Chief! The second match just ended, and the number of online players... has surpassed 3000 million! The servers... the servers are about to break down!"

"Reporting to the Director! The viewership of 'Lanzhou Sports News' tripled that day because of the special feature and report on Fan Zhengyang's match! It set a new record for the highest viewership since the show started!"