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

"Zhengyang, stop looking. The coach wants you to go to his office." Captain Zhao Kai... oh no, he's the former captain now. He patted Fan Zhengyang's shoulder with mixed feelings.

The way he looks at Fan Zhengyang now is like a mediocre student looking at a genius—it's full of complex emotions, a mixture of resentment and fear.

"Okay." Fan Zhengyang put away his phone, humming a little tune as he walked towards the coach's office.

His life seems to have been on fast-forward since yesterday.

He had just walked down to the teaching building when an extremely flashy, bright red hover sports car stopped in front of him in an extremely arrogant manner.

The car door opened upwards like butterfly wings, and a pair of crystal sandals wearing black stiletto heels gracefully emerged.

Her ankles were slender and fair, and her toenails were painted with nail polish as vibrant as the car body. Just one foot was enough to make any man with normal hormones have wild fantasies.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly long leg, encased in a black, slit dress, stepped out.

Fan Zhengyang whistled unconsciously.

Those legs are amazing! They're even better than the supermodels in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Shows I watched in my past life.

The driver got out of the car completely and took off his Dior sunglasses.

At that moment, all the students passing by, regardless of gender, seemed to have been put on pause.

That was a face that could make any top actress pale in comparison.

Her eyes were alluring, her nose was high and straight, and her bright red lips were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of languor and playfulness.

Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, creating a strange and captivating fusion of mature charm and girlish allure.

She is like a ripe peach, exuding a fragrance that makes you want to take a bite.

"A mature, sophisticated woman, the ultimate version." This phrase instantly popped into Fan Zhengyang's mind.

This stunningly beautiful woman scanned the crowd before her gaze settled precisely on Fan Zhengyang. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice, carrying a hint of magnetism, asked, "You're Fan Zhengyang?"

Fan Zhengyang was taken aback, then pointed to himself: "Sister, you're looking for me? I don't remember owing money to such a pretty young lady."

"Heh." Gu Qingcheng was amused by his slightly roguish reply. She walked gracefully and swayed to Fan Zhengyang.

A captivating fragrance enveloped Fan Zhengyang.

She was a head taller than Fan Zhengyang, looking down at him with the gaze of someone examining an interesting collectible.

"He looks quite dashing, but his clothes are a bit outdated." She stretched out her slender finger and gently flicked a loose thread on Fan Zhengyang's school uniform, the gesture intimate and natural. "But it's okay, I'll buy you a new one later."

Fan Zhengyang: "???"

What's going on? Giving away skins right off the bat? Is it because of my irresistible charm that even rich women can't resist me?

"Sister, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I'm just an ordinary high school student." Fan Zhengyang decided to play dumb for now.

"Nothing special?" Gu Qingcheng laughed, her laughter shaking her body, her full breasts heaving with each laugh, making the boys next to her swallow hard.

"Someone who can pull off that kind of dominant, 'overpowering' move in the finals is considered 'ordinary'? Little brother, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word 'ordinary'?"

She actually knows about the Overlord's Twist!

Fan Zhengyang was startled.

People in this world call that kind of ball "the magic ball" or "the violent backhand," but only he knows its real name.

This woman is no ordinary person!

Gu Qingcheng seemed to read his mind. She leaned forward slightly, whispering in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "I also know that that kind of shot is a signature move of their self-proclaimed system, right?"

The warm breath on his earlobe made Fan Zhengtian shudder and almost lose his balance.

He tried to remain calm: "Sister, what are you talking about? I don't understand. What do you mean by 'tyrant' and 'twisting'? I was just guessing, I was just lucky."

"Luck?" Gu Qingcheng straightened up, widened the distance again, and the smile on her face became meaningful. "A lucky shot that can make the core of the defending champion mentally collapse and become a god in one battle? Little brother, do you know that what I am best at is investing in people with good luck?"

She took out an ultra-thin, transparent phone from her Hermès handbag and opened a video.

It was that clip from yesterday's match.

"My name is Gu Qingcheng, the Qingcheng of 'beauty that could topple kingdoms,'" she introduced herself, her voice filled with undeniable confidence. "The Qingcheng Group in this city belongs to my family. I'm here today to discuss a business deal with you, or rather... a bet."

Qingcheng Group!

Fan Zhengyang gasped. That was the leading enterprise in Lan Hai City, with businesses spanning real estate, technology, and entertainment. You could say they owned half of Lan Hai City.

And the person in front of you is actually the president of Qingcheng Group!

She's not just a rich woman, she's a goddess of wealth!

"A bet?" Fan Zhengyang became interested. "Please tell me, sister."

Gu Qingcheng put away her phone, her beautiful eyes looking directly into Fan Zhengyang's eyes, her gaze sharp enough to pierce through his soul: "I've looked at your school's information. Lan Hai No. 3 Middle School hasn't won the city league championship for five consecutive years. Your resources and coaching level are not as good as Fengyun No. 1 Middle School. But because of your appearance, everything has become possible."

"So," she paused, a seductive smile curving her red lips, "I bet you can lead No. 3 Middle School to win this year's city league championship."

"What's the stake? If I win, will you repay me with your body?" Fan Zhengyang blurted out without thinking.

A suppressed gasp escaped from the surrounding students.

This guy is too brave, daring to flirt with a female CEO in public!

Gu Qingcheng was taken aback at first, then laughed even more happily. She stretched out her finger and gently flicked Fan Zhengyang's nose: "You little rascal, you're dreaming. But it's not entirely impossible."

Her tone shifted, becoming serious: "If you win, 'Liying Sports,' a newly established subsidiary of Qingcheng Group, will offer you a top-tier sponsorship contract. It's one million per year for five years. This includes all your training expenses, nutritional supplements, and all costs related to your personal commercial development. We will make you the brightest new sports star in Blue Ocean City, and even the entire Blue Country."

One million every year! For five years!

This number exploded like a bomb in the minds of Fan Zhengyang and everyone around him.

For a high school student who is not yet an adult, a newcomer who has not even touched the threshold of a profession, this is simply an astronomical price!

"Why...why?" Fan Zhengyang was genuinely shocked this time.

He didn't understand why Gu Qingcheng would place such a huge bet on him.

Gu Qingcheng looked at him, her eyes gleaming with a light that seemed to reflect ambition and foresight.