During the Kailun duel, Ling Zhi really wanted Chen Lizhong to win at the beginning. If Chen Lizhong had continued to fight honestly, Ling Zhi would not have changed his strategy midway to stimulate him.
However, since he said that he should not let go, Ling Zhi was not without temper, and it was not Ling Zhi's style to just tolerate it, so Ling Zhi finally chose to fight with all his strength.
Fortunately, Wang Siheng was almost here at that time. Regardless of whether Chen Lizhong went crazy or not, things would come to an end. Therefore, Ling Zhi naturally would not refuse the opportunity to teach Chen Lizhong a lesson on the table.
But in any case, the minor commotion caused by Chen Lizhong quietly subsided. Although this was not unrelated to Ling Zhi's on-the-spot response, on the other hand, it was also thanks to Wang Siheng's cleverness that he brought two security guards as soon as he came up.
come over.
When Ling Zhi deliberately scared Wang Siheng and asked him to leave quickly, Ling Zhi actually did not have high expectations for the people Wang Siheng found. He just hoped that more people not directly related to the dispute between himself and Chen Lizhong would be present to bear witness.
That's all.
However, Wang Siheng did not expect that Wang Siheng did not just find two people, but directly found two security guards with good strength. This surprised Ling Zhi.
Wang Siheng explained that he had noticed that something was not right in the atmosphere at that time. Besides, he was not blind. He saw a fruit knife on the table and could not have thought that Chen Lizhong really used it to peel fruit, so he decisively called for two security guards to come over and help.
, successfully restrained Chen Lizhong who was going crazy.
Although the incident has been successfully resolved, Ling Zhi always feels that there is still a dark cloud hanging over his head.
Why did Chen Lizhong suddenly change his playing style? Why did he let himself stretch out his left hand? Why did he make that strange metaphor on the table?
On the surface, it seems that this incident is an act of revenge by Chen Lizhong against himself, but is this really the case?
There are too many questions that cannot be answered, but now Lexus can no longer get the answers to these questions.
The scene of "One Shot of Billiards" was sealed off again, and the dummy... was probably also recycled.
Although I am a little reluctant, I still leave this matter to professionals. I am just a student and cannot do more.
Moreover, instead of dealing with the incident, Lexus now has to worry about himself, because...
"Lingzhi, your hand is scratched. We can't go out to play."
After sending Wang Siheng away, Zhao Shiyan muttered to the side.
"Well, indeed, this is my fault. How about you and Mengyao go out to play? In fact, it doesn't matter whether you take me with you or not..."
"Why? My injury was an accident. I can't ruin your fun."
"Oh! Lingzhi, you are so stupid! Why don't you understand?"
"The purpose of going out to play is to let you rest. If you don't go, wouldn't it be inconsistent with our original intention?"
"That's true, and I'm very grateful that you think about me, but..."
"Oh, there's nothing to say. Anyway, there's no way we're going to leave you behind on this New Year's Day! Think about it, Chen Feng is going on a date with Yun Xi, and Qisong is going on a date with Jian Huan. If you are alone,
Isn’t it lonely in the dormitory?”
"That doesn't matter to me. I was used to being alone before. I can read books and stuff."
"Then bring your books with you when the time comes. We and Mengyao will spend this New Year's Day together. Don't worry, I will discuss it with Mengyao and won't let you use your hands too much, haha!"
"Okay, then I will listen to your arrangements when the time comes."
Looking at Zhao Shiyan who was in high spirits, Ling Zhi vaguely felt a hint of warmth under the winter sun.
Also, as long as he can accompany them, no matter what he does, Ling Zhi's heart will be filled with their enthusiasm.
It’s not so bad to occasionally put aside work and enjoy the feeling of being with them.
...
Somewhere in Peng City.
"It seems that this experiment that came to my door by chance should not be able to continue, right?"
"Yes, I found out through some channels that Chen Lizhong has gone insane and is receiving medication somewhere in Huacheng City."
"Then there's nothing we can do. I originally expected him to give good experimental data, but now it seems that he is still a waste after all! But it doesn't matter, this is not a big deal. What I am concerned about is that our equipment does not
"That's good, well done. Although it probably has nothing to do with us, I'm still a little curious, why did he suddenly go insane?"
"My guess is that he has not achieved any good results in professional competitions for a long time, and he is depressed and seems to be prone to depression. And his failure to win the Huacheng Citizen Cup became a trigger.
It triggered his emotions."
"Well, that's pretty much what I guessed. Do you think this matter has anything to do with our experiment?"
"Uh, I'm sorry, I...I don't know."
"Oh? You don't know? Or you don't dare to say?"
"..."
"Fine, I won't embarrass you, but you have to remember that once things are revealed in the future, you must fight to death. Chen Lizhong's mental disorder has nothing to do with our experiment. Do you understand?"
"I see."
"Well, I'm relieved then. That's the end of the matter. It doesn't matter. We will always have the opportunity to make up for what he can't do in the future."
...
Eagle Country, Glass Song.
An old man with a hooked nose, wearing sunglasses, and gray hair walked into the eaves of a building. When he rang the doorbell, another old man inside opened the door and opened his arms enthusiastically.
, hugging the owner of the house:
"Hey John! How long has it been since we last met? Half a century?"
The old man named John allowed the visitor to hug his slightly shorter body, shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile:
"Ronnie, you are still the same as before. Speaking of which, how long has it been? I remember the last time we met was...that's all. I can't remember clearly, but there is one thing I haven't forgotten. Half
You and I have both received invitations to the Paul Hunter Masters in a few months, haven’t we?”
The old man named Ronnie let go of John and walked to the back room of the room in high spirits, as if he regarded this place as his own home:
"I know, but what's the point of that kind of invitation? It's just to support the organizer, and you and I can't play football?"
John followed Ronnie quietly, not feeling anything wrong:
"Yes, but it is a rare opportunity to appear on the court again. Although not as a player, it is our responsibility to occasionally support the younger generations."
Ronnie hung up his coat on the hanger, casually pulled out a cue stick from the cue rack next to him, walked to the Snooker table, and hit the white ball hard.
The red balls were scattered on the table, and the white balls failed to return to the teeing area. There seemed to be no order in this tee shot.
Ronnie raised his head and curled his lips:
"Instead of going to that kind of place to show off, I would rather come to your place and have a game with you."
John also took out his club box, wiped the dust accumulated on the club box with a wet towel next to it, opened the lock, took out the club, and then continued hitting Ronnie's tee shot.
"You can come anytime you want, but you still have to pay more attention to your health. Whenever you want to play ball, you can ask me to come over. After all, it's warmer over there, unless you like the cold wind of the Arctic Ocean blessing you. By the way, you
Did you bring your own clubs this time?"
"Me? I originally wanted to bring it, but after thinking about it, I forgot about it. At this age when half of my body is lying in a coffin, it doesn't matter whether I use my own club or not. Unless Cupid lends me his bow and arrows, can I become
A new generation of quasi-gods in Taiwan."
"Haha, a new generation of quasi-gods? If you can become a new generation of quasi-gods, I will pour all the vodka on my shelf into the toilet!"
The two old men chatted happily about their recent experiences, and the action of hitting the ball in their hands did not stop. For them, the club seemed to be not only a tool for their game, but also a lifelong comrade and friend.
So even after retiring for many years, the two old men still can't let go of this table and the clubs in their hands.
"Recently, that boy Alexander sent me a message from China, saying that he had found a good prospect for playing basketball there. His name is... what is his name?"
"It doesn't matter what it's called. What's so good about this good seedling?"
"He said that he could tell that the young man was still young in the game. He was not very capable of scoring on a single stroke, but he was very calm. He did not fight for the ball casually and was rigorous in defense. His mentality did not look like that of a 20-year-old, but rather that of a man in his 50s.
."
"Hahahaha, are you sure he is really a good guy? Are you sure Alexander isn't scolding him?"
"It's true what you said. Why didn't I take this into consideration? Could it be that Alexander lost the game and felt uncomfortable and wanted to vent to me?"
"No, no, no, I'm just making a joke for you. Alexander, you know better than me. That kid won't vent his emotions easily. But having said that, this is the first time I've seen someone evaluated like this by him. What do you think?
John?"
"I don't know, after all, I haven't seen that young man play, but if Alexander can't feel any fluctuations in his mentality when playing, I think this young man still has a bright future."
After the two chatted for a while, they put down their clubs in unison. John made coffee for both of them. They sat on the sofa on one side and continued to chat about their recent experiences:
"I came here today and brought you a piece of news. Murphy seems to be participating in some kind of mysterious project recently. I guess this project has something to do with China."
"Murphy? Where does he have the energy to participate in the project? Although he is a sinecure as the director of the Players Council, he is no longer able to support him at his age."
"Oh! Old friend, it's my fault. I didn't explain clearly to you that the person participating in the project is not our old friend Sean Murphy, but his youngest son, Cole Murphy."