The laboratory is always relaxed and joking after the group meeting. Some of them gather together to discuss the papers they gave at the group meeting, and some talk about what to eat for lunch. After all, the most tense group meeting of the week is over, so everyone can relax a little in the next time.

In fact, the group meeting organized by Director Wang is quite relaxed. Every time, everyone will report spontaneously. If there is scientific research progress, they will help you carefully analyze the problem without scientific research progress.

Ling Zhi learned that none of the other tutors' groups were better than Wang Daosong. Some of them assigned to report each time, and some even required essay reports on a week and important progress reports on two weeks. This made the students below very nervous, fearing that they would be criticized by their tutors if they did not make progress.

This is also the reason why Ling Zhi feels that he has chosen the right tutor. Of course, this does not mean that he can relax his requirements for himself in daily life, but he just doesn’t have to be so nervous in his mentality.

Ling Zhi was used to being alone and rarely asked Chen Feng for dinner. He was about to go to the cafeteria to solve it briefly, but suddenly he felt his phone vibrated. When he opened it, he saw that it was a WeChat message sent by Zhao Shiyan.

"Senior, I have time tonight and can play ball together."

"That's great, what time will we meet?"

"At 7 o'clock, we meet in the ball room, how about it?"

"Ok, no problem, see you."

"Uh-huh."

Ling Zhi was a little excited to see that the game was officially made.

"We must fight this time, see if she dares to say that I let the water go."

To be honest, he didn't play well in that last game. After all, he usually rarely meets opponents, so he subconsciously adopted a unrestrained style of playing, which gave Zhao Shiyan a lot of chances to score goals.

He secretly made up his mind to calm down this time and he couldn't fight hard if he didn't play.

The afternoon passed quickly. Ling Zhi took the time to help Chen Feng sift the data of 1,000 pictures. At dinner, Chen Feng came to Ling Zhi's laboratory and asked Ling Zhi to have a meal.

"Lingzi, what are you going to do tonight? Are you staying in the dormitory to read a book?"

"No, I made an appointment with someone tonight."

"Oh, who, it's probably Shi Yan."

"Yeah, that's her."

"Tsk tsk tsk, OK, Lingzi, the progress is very fast."

"What nonsense, I just want to avenge my previous shame."

Ling Zhi said angrily.

"Haha, no need to explain, you understand whatever you understand."

Chen Feng said with a strange smile as if he had been through it.

"Okay, go to dinner quickly, go breakfast after dinner, don't let others arrive and wait for you first."

"No need to say it."

...

At 6:45 pm, Ling Zhi came to the club she visited last time.

This ball room is called "Youth No. 8". It has been open in a nearby urban village for many years. Some ball room of all sizes have been closed one after another, and in the end, only this one is left.

The ball room facilities are not as advanced, but there are no other homes nearby, so there are also a large number of students from surrounding universities who often come here to play basketball.

There are 10 ball tables in the ball room, 9 Chinese eight-ball tables, and one English billiards table.

Ling Zhi has practiced the ball several times on this British billiard table, and the accuracy is really terrible. There is nothing we can do. If he doesn't practice regularly, he really can't find the feel. As a graduate student, he cannot come to practice ball frequently, so he can only stay at the level of interest for the time being.

Having said that, among the players who often come to this club to play, whether they know or don’t know each other, although Ling Zhi dare not say that he is the ceiling of the club’s combat power, 90% of people cannot beat him, and Ling Zhi still has this confidence.

Why, just rely on the position, posture, movement, speed and outrageous balls that I observed when I was practicing the ball. Although I didn’t hit every shot, I could at least touch the pocket. If I couldn’t hit this shot, I would still be able to get the ball down?

Ling Zhi was thinking while choosing clubs. The clubs in the ball room are generally not very good, especially those of the old clubs that have been running for many years. The reason for the poor quality is that the ball friends who use these clubs use brute force to hit the ball, which will cause the club head to deform over time.

Ling Zhi took the time to choose, and he was used to using rods with flat skin heads instead of mushroom heads, that is, the type with flat heads rather than protruding.

The so-called skin head refers to the part where the club comes into contact with the white ball when hitting the ball. The reason for choosing this is largely due to the stability of the ball, although the mushroom head is more conducive to the method of hitting the rod and rotation.

After choosing the pole, he told the boss that he usually liked the ball table in the corner. He rubbed the chocolate powder and prepared to practice the ball for a while.

After a while, when he was finishing a ball and getting up.

"Hi, senior, I've come so early."

A crisp and gentle voice greeted him.

Ling Zhi stood up and saw that it was Zhao Shiyan.

Her dress today is not much different from last time. She still has white short-sleeved and white sneakers, but she has changed into black sports trousers, a pair of gloves on her hands, and a natural smile on her face, making her look sunny and cheerful.

Looking at her, Ling Zhi couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. It's not that he looks like a gangster, but his ordinary appearance and ordinary dressing still make him not confident that he can stand side by side with the girl.

Ling Zhi suddenly regretted not dressing up well, but he quickly thought about it again. It was just a ball, not a blind date, so why are he so nervous? His thoughts didn't stay for too long, and he immediately responded:

"It's not long since we arrived, so you can pick the ball first, and I'll play the ball."

"Um."

Lexus pushed the white ball back to the kick-off line, put the remaining 15 balls in the tripod, put the black balls in the middle of the third row, and place the other balls staggered, that is, try not to place three balls of the same color together, and finally place balls of different color on the lower left and lower right corners of the pile of balls respectively. This is for fairness. Because after the kick-off, the balls at two corners are the easiest to enter the left and right bottom bags.

In fact, except for the position of the black ball, according to the latest version of the Chinese eight-ball official rules issued by the China Taiwan Association, there is no limit on the position of other balls. Ling Zhi is still a habit of placing this.

"You can drive."

Ling Zhi said generously.

The girl was not polite, so she took the lead and spread the ball. However, this time the luck seemed to be bad, and the white ball fell into the bottom bag on the left.

The girl couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled awkwardly.

Ling Zhi doesn't care, this situation is not uncommon.

"It's okay, it's bad luck."

While saying that, he picked up the white ball and placed it in the kick-off line.

Generally speaking, when a tee foul is either a white ball into the bag, a black eight into the bag, or other brainless fouls, such as a too strong shot and a severe lift on the club head, resulting in a white ball not touching the pile of balls. However, no matter which foul is, the white ball must be placed in the tee line and then hit in the lower half. Other fouls except for the tee foul can be arbitrarily on the table.

Ling Zhi didn't feel that he had taken advantage of it, because when the two strong players were playing against each other, if one side scored most of his goals but did not clear the table, then the opponent would definitely be more beneficial at this time.

Because the opponent does not have any opponent's ball to form obstacles when attacking and moving, even if it is not easy to attack, it is difficult for the opponent to choose a safe position to park the white ball to defend for one shot. Therefore, Ling Zhi was not careless at all.

Ling Zhi first scored a full-color ball close to the middle bag on the left, and used a low rod to pull the white ball to the right side of the library, called a ball, and then nudged the ball to push the ball forward.

"It feels good when I start, but to be honest, the feeling of playing today is really stable."

Ling Zhi thought.

"Yes, senior, you really don't dare to let go today, right? Hehe!"

Ling Zhi was a little dissatisfied.

"I will lose a lot of money if I let go of water. Besides, I didn't let go of water last time, so you performed well."

"That's right!"

Zhao Shiyan blinked with a smile, and the seniors were not that frank.

Ling Zhi didn't dare to stare into the girl's eyes, and turned around in disappointment to shoot a ball.

There is no good offensive opportunity below, but there are two full-color balls that are very close to face the bottom pocket on the left, but the right one is not very straight.

Ling Zhi used the ball away from the bag as the cue ball, and the ball near the bag as the target ball, and gestured for a few seconds to determine the hit point away from the bag. So he returned to the white ball, set up a pose, aimed at the goal point, and fired!

After passing the ball, the full color ball near the pocket swayed at the pocket and still bounced out.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's just a little bit. But senior, you dare to play, it's difficult to pass the ball, not to mention that the white ball is a bit too close to the edge, which is difficult to get off the ball."

Zhao Shiyan held the club he chose and walked towards the position where the white ball was stopped, and shook his head with a smile.

Ling Zhi really didn't realize whether she simply felt sorry for herself, but she was still mixed with a little joy. She had the chance to get started. But he didn't care, because the player who didn't want to get started was not a good player.

After that, the two of them went back and forth and scored goals. Most of the time during this period, the girl stood behind Ling Zhi, and Ling Zhi couldn't see the girl's expression. The same is true for Ling Zhi. When the girl played, Ling Zhi tried to stand outside the girl's field of vision. Both of them had watched British billiards and knew this basic etiquette.

In a few cases, the girl stood on her left hand. Although Ling Zhi still couldn't see her expression, according to the direction the girl's body faced, she always felt that she was not looking at the spherical shape, but looking at... herself.

Bah, Bah, Bah! Ling Zhi slapped himself two big mouths in his heart. Why are he so narcissistic?

But I don’t want to know, but when I think about it, I realize that my feeling of shooting today is really different, especially my left hand.

After placing the handrail on, he lifted his thumb and placed it next to his index finger. The club was placed in the groove between his thumb and index finger and twitched back and forth. He could clearly feel the skin around his fingers twitching back and forth with the movement of the club.

But today, he felt that his two fingers were like two pig iron. He didn't feel too stagnant during the process of transporting the rod, and he didn't know whether it was because his club was chosen or the weather was not very trendy.
Chapter completed!