My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

Upon hearing this, Yu Yehua silently picked up his teacup.

Last night, he witnessed firsthand Shen Ze's skill level after he truly got the hang of it.

If Duan Hui goes into defense after the kickoff, he might get to touch the ball a few more times.

Now that we've given the initiative to Shen Ze, we probably won't even have a chance to make a shot in this game.

Yu Binglan, standing to the side, guessed the outcome from her father's expression.

The aunt was tidying up the fruit platters at the door when she heard that the game was going to start again, so she stopped and watched.

Shen Ze bent down.

Snapped!

The white ball breaks through the pack of red balls, and a red ball slides along the sideline into the bottom pocket.

The cue ball bounces off the cushion and comes to a steady stop below the black ball.

Duan Hui's smile was still on his face. Scoring the first ball into the red was not unusual; the real challenge was his subsequent positioning.

Shen Ze did not pause and bent down again.

The black ball is pocketed, seven points.

The cue ball veers around the pack of balls and comes to rest on the line of attack for another red ball.

Red ball, black ball.

It's a red ball and a black ball again.

A series of crisp, clanging sounds echoed through the recreation room.

Shen Ze's cueing rhythm was fast, yet without any rush. Each time the cue ball stopped, it landed precisely in the most comfortable position for the next shot.

The relaxation on Duan Hui's face gradually disappeared.

The first two sets, one red and one black, can be said to have a good feel.

Four consecutive sets could not possibly be luck.

"That positioning..."

Duan Hui took half a step closer to the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on the cue ball.

The fifth red ball is pocketed, followed by the black ball.

The sixth, the seventh, the eighth...

Shen Ze did not choose the colored ball, which had a lower score and a simpler position.

Every time he pots a red ball, his next shot will inevitably be a black ball.

We will proceed strictly according to the full-mark route of one red and one black.

Duan Hui's expression changed completely: "He's really going to go for 147?"

Yu Yehua, holding his teacup, said in a relaxed tone, "I told you a long time ago, but you just didn't believe me."

"It's only halfway through."

Duan Hui was still trying to put on a brave face, but his grip on the cue stick tightened unconsciously.

The pressure increases as the game progresses in snooker.

Especially with the last few red balls, if the shot is slightly off-target, the entire shot will break.

But Shen Ze seemed completely unaffected by the pressure. The eleventh set of red and black balls landed in the pocket, the twelfth set, the thirteenth set...

As the number of red balls on the table dwindled, Duan Hui's breathing slowed, as he feared that the slightest movement might disturb Shen Ze.

Although the aunt didn't understand the specific rules, she realized that this game was not simple when she saw that Duan Hui didn't even dare to speak.

After the last red ball was pocketed, Shen Ze immediately potted the black ball.

Fifteen sets of red and black, a total of one hundred and twenty points.

Only six colored balls remain.

Yellow ball, two points.

Green ball, three points.

Coffee ball, four points.

Blue ball, five points.

Pink ball, six points.

Each one was cleanly placed in the bag.

At this point, only one black ball and one white ball remained on the table.

Duan Hui stared at the scoreboard, his throat dry. One hundred and forty points…

If the last black ball is pocketed, the score will be a perfect 147.

Shen Ze bent down and struck the ball.

Snapped!

The black ball rolled into the bottom pocket along a straight line.

One hundred and forty-seven points!

From the first shot to the last black ball being pocketed, the entire process took less than five minutes.

Duan Hui stood still for a long time.

He had just given the first opportunity to Shen Ze, which was originally just a gesture of courtesy from an elder to a younger person.

As a result, he didn't even touch the table once from start to finish, and was completely shut out.

Yu Yehua put down his teacup: "So, did I exaggerate?"

Duan Hui did not answer.

He walked to the pool table, looked at the empty table, and then at the scoreboard, as if he hadn't recovered from the previous shot.

"That's a total of one hundred and forty-seven..."

"Not a single mistake, not even a single low-scoring ball was touched."

Duan Hui has watched many professional matches abroad and has also seen top-ranked players in the world play.

Even top professional players can't make perfect scores a regular occurrence.

A maximum score depends not only on technique, but also on the ball's shape, the player's condition, and their performance on the day.

Shen Ze, however, cleaned the table spotlessly in five minutes, as if it were a meal or a drink.

Yu Binglan's eyes were filled with a smile.

The aunt couldn't help but say, "Mr. Shen played too fast. I had barely understood what was happening when he was already done."

Duan Hui's face flushed upon hearing this.

He just said we shouldn't bully young people, but now I realize that he's the one who's truly being taken care of.

"One more round."

Duan Hui picked up the club again, his expression becoming more serious than ever before: "I'll tee off this time."

"Can."

After rearranging the balls, Duan Hui no longer underestimated Shen Ze.

He bent down and shot, the cue ball grazed the edge of the red ball pile, then bounced off the cushion and returned to the top, hiding behind the colored balls.

This is a very conservative defensive move.

They weren't aiming to score, but simply to prevent Shen Ze from having any direct attacking opportunities.

Duan Hui straightened up and picked up the water glass next to him: "It's up to you how you handle this rod."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Ze had already cast his cue.

The cue ball passes between the colored balls, hits the cushion, bounces, and precisely hits a red ball.

The red ball rolled along a very narrow angle toward the middle pocket, grazing the opening and falling in.

At the same time, the cue ball returns to the vicinity of the black ball.

Duan Hui froze before he could put the water glass back on the table.

In this position, professional players would mostly choose to break the ball and defend.

Shen Ze, however, launched a long-range attack and moved the cue ball to the black ball position.

The black ball goes into the pocket, then the red ball goes in.

Next, it was the familiar red and black again.

Duan Hui stood to the side, holding a water glass, growing increasingly silent as he watched.

Five minutes later, the last black ball was pocketed.

The scoreboard is now set at 147.

The second shot was perfect!

No one spoke in the recreation room.

Duan Hui slowly put down the water glass; this time, he couldn't even keep up his stubbornness.

Yu Yehua looked on with a smug expression: "Want to continue?"

Duan Hui stared at Shen Ze: "Hit him."

The third game started quickly.

Duan Hui continued to play defensively, and was even more cautious than in the previous game.

No matter where he hid the cue ball, Shen Ze could always find the path.

After making a save, Shen Ze got another chance to attack.

Red ball, black ball.

Red ball, black ball.

The third game ended in less than five minutes.

When the last black ball was pocketed, the scoreboard showed 147 for the third time.

Two perfect scores in a row in about ten minutes!

Including the first game, Shen Ze cleared the table three times in a short period of time.

Duan Hui's fingers were numb.

Two consecutive shots of 147 are a feat that few people in the world of professional snooker could achieve, let alone ordinary enthusiasts.

Not to mention how easily Shen Ze accomplished it.

He hardly needs to think about each move; it's as if all the lines on the table are already etched into his mind.

Duan Hui walked around the pool table once and finally stopped in front of Shen Ze.

"Xiao Shen, tell me the truth."

Are you a professional gamer?

Shen Ze put the golf club back on the rack: "No."

"So you've received professional training?"

"no."

Duan Hui was even more incredulous: "Without professional training, you can score 147 consecutive times?"

Shen Ze said casually, "I just play around with it occasionally; it's just a hobby."