The lab after the group meeting is always relaxed and joking. Some people get together to discuss the papers presented in the group meeting, and some chat about what to eat for lunch. After all, the most stressful group meeting of the week is over.
Everyone can relax a little for the rest of the time.
In fact, the group meetings organized by Director Wang are relatively relaxed. Everyone is allowed to report spontaneously every time. If there is scientific research progress, it is good. If there is no scientific research progress, he will carefully analyze the problem for you.
Lingzhi learned that none of the other tutors held group meetings as well as Wang Daosong. Some designated classmates to report each time, and some even required paper reports every Monday and important progress reports every other Monday. This made the students below very nervous, fearing that there would be no progress.
You will be criticized by your own instructor.
This is also the reason why Ling Zhi feels that he has chosen the right mentor. Of course, this does not mean that he can relax his demands on himself, but he does not need to be so tense mentally.
Ling Zhi was used to being alone, and rarely took the initiative to make appointments with Chen Feng. He was about to go to the cafeteria to make a simple settlement when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate. When he opened it, he saw a WeChat message from Zhao Shiyan.
"Senior, I have time tonight and can play ball together."
"That's great, what time should we meet?"
"Let's meet at 7 o'clock in the ball room, how about that?"
"Okay, no problem, see you there or see you."
"Uh-huh."
Ling Zhi was a little excited when he saw that the game was officially scheduled.
"I must give her a good beating this time and see if she still dares to accuse me of cheating."
To be honest, he really didn't play well in the last game. After all, he rarely encountered opponents, so he subconsciously adopted an unrestrained style of play, which gave Zhao Shiyan many scoring opportunities.
He secretly made up his mind that he must be calm this time and not play hard again on hard-to-hit balls.
The afternoon passed quickly. Ling Zhi took the time to help Chen Feng screen the data of 1,000 pictures. During dinner, Chen Feng came to Ling Zhi's laboratory and asked Ling Zhi to have dinner.
"Lingzi, what are you going to do tonight? Are you going to stay in the dormitory and read?"
"No, I have a billiards date with someone else tonight."
"Oh, who is it? It can't be Shi Yan."
"Well, that's her."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's okay Lingzi, the progress is going very quickly."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I just want to avenge my shame."
Ling Zhi said angrily.
"Haha, no need to explain, everyone understands."
Chen Feng said with a strange smile as if he was a stranger.
"Okay, go eat quickly. Go early after dinner. Don't let others arrive first and wait for you."
"You don't need to tell me."
…
At 6:45 in the evening, Ling Zhi came to the ball room where he went last time.
This ball room is called "No. 8 Youth". It has been open for many years in a nearby urban village. Many large and small ball rooms nearby have been closed down one after another. In the end, this one is the only one left.
The ball room facilities are not advanced, but there is no other nearby, so there are also many students from surrounding universities who often come here to play.
The ball room has a total of 10 tables, 9 Chinese eight-ball tables and one English billiards table.
Ling Zhi has practiced on this English billiard table several times, and his accuracy is really terrible. There is nothing he can do. If he doesn't practice the ball often, he really can't find the feel, and as a graduate student, he can't practice often, so
For the time being, I can only maintain the level of interest.
Having said that, among the golfers who often come to this golf room to play, whether they know them or not, although Lingzhi dare not say that he is the ceiling of the golf room, 90% of them cannot beat him. Lingzhi
I still have this confidence.
As for why, I just rely on what I observed when I was practicing golf: the stances of the people around me, the stance of the club, the movement of the club, the speed of the club, and the ridiculously deflected balls. Although I didn’t always hit the target, at least I could.
If you touch the pocket, if you can't hit the shot, you still need to make a next shot, right?
Ling Zhi was thinking about it while choosing clubs. The clubs in golf clubs are generally not very good, especially old golf clubs that have been open for many years. The main reason for the poor quality is the use of these clubs.
Many golfers use brute force to hit the ball, which in the long run causes the club head to deform.
Ling Zhi chose carefully. He was more accustomed to using clubs with a flatter tip rather than a mushroom tip, which means the tip of the club is flatter rather than more protruding.
The so-called tip refers to the part of the club that comes into contact with the white ball when hitting the ball. The reason for choosing it this way is largely due to the stability of the shot, although the mushroom tip is more conducive to stroke play and rotation.
After choosing the club, I told the boss that he chose a table in the corner that he usually liked better, wiped it with chocolate powder, and prepared to practice the game for a while.
After a while, when he was about to get up after hitting a ball.
"Hi, senior, you're here so early."
A clear and melodious 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 is still wearing white short-sleeves and white sneakers, but she has changed into black sports pants, with a pair of gloves on her hands, and a natural smile on her face.
It looks sunny and cheerful.
Looking at her, Ling Zhi couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of himself. It's not that he looked like a gangster, but his ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes made him still not confident enough to stand side by side with the girl.
Ling Zhi suddenly regretted not dressing up properly, but he quickly thought about it again. This was just playing ball, not a blind date, so why were you so nervous? His thoughts didn't stay for long, and he immediately responded:
"I just came here not long ago, so you pick the stick first and I'll swing the ball."
"Um."
Lingzhi pushed the white ball back to the kick-off line, placed the remaining 15 balls in the tripod, placed the black ball in the middle of the third row, and staggered the other balls, that is, trying not to place three balls of the same color in the same row.
Together, finally, balls of different colors are placed in the lower left corner and lower right corner of the ball pile. This is for the sake of fairness. Because after the kick-off, the balls in the two corners are the easiest to enter the left and right bottom pockets.
In fact, except for the position of the black ball, according to the latest version of the Chinese eight-ball official rules promulgated by the China Taiwan Association, there are no restrictions on the positions of other balls. Lexus's position is still out of habit.
"You go ahead."
Ling Zhi said generously.
The girl was not polite and took the lead to scatter the ball. However, this time she seemed to be unlucky and the white ball fell into the left bottom pocket.
The girl couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing awkwardly.
Lexus didn't take it seriously, which was not uncommon.
"It's okay, it's okay, bad luck."
As he spoke, he picked up the white ball and placed it within the kickoff line.
Generally speaking, tee-off fouls are caused by either the white ball being pocketed, the black ball being pocketed, or other mindless fouls, such as hitting the club too hard, lifting the club head too seriously, causing the white ball not to hit the ball pile, etc.
.But no matter what kind of foul it is, the white ball must be placed within the kickoff line and then hit toward the lower half of the table. Other fouls except kickoff fouls can be placed arbitrarily on the table.
Lingzhi did not feel that he had taken advantage, because when two strong players were playing against each other, if one side scored most of its own goals but failed to clear the table, then the opponent must be in a better position at this time.
Because there is no obstacle for the opponent's ball when attacking and moving, even if it is difficult to attack and choose a safe position to park the white ball to defend a shot, it will be difficult for the opponent to hit. Therefore, Ling Zhi was not careless at all.
Lingzhi first scored a full-color ball close to the middle pocket on the left, and used a low stick to pull the white ball to the right side of the bank, called a ball on the side of the bank, and then lightly pushed the ball on the side of the bank to advance.
"It felt good in the hand at first, but to be honest, the shot felt really stable today."
Ling Zhi thought.
"Okay, senior, you really don't dare to let loose today, right? Hehe!"
Ling Zhi was a little unconvinced.
"If you let me go, you will lose miserably. Besides, I didn't let you go last time. It was you who performed excellently."
"Really!"
Zhao Shiyan blinked with a smile, his senior classmates weren't that candid either.
Ling Zhi didn't dare to look into the girl's eyes and turned around angrily to hit the next ball.
There are no good offensive opportunities below, but there are two very close full-color balls facing the left bottom pocket, but they are not quite right.
Ling Zhi assumed that the ball far away from the pocket was the cue ball and the ball close to the pocket was the target ball. He gestured for a few seconds and determined the hitting point of the ball far away from the pocket. Then he returned to the white ball and took a good posture.
, aim at the goal point and launch!
After passing the ball, the full-color ball near the mouth of the bag swayed at the mouth of the bag, but still bounced out.
"Oh, it's a pity, it's just a little bit close. But senior, you dare to play, passing the ball is difficult, not to mention the white ball is still a little close to the side, making it difficult to make a downswing."
Zhao Shiyan held the club he chose and walked towards the spot where the white ball landed, smiling and shaking his head.
Ling Zhi really didn't hear whether she simply felt pity for him, or mixed with a little joy that he had a chance to get started. But he didn't care, because golfers who don't want to get started are not good golfers.
After that, the two of them went back and forth, scoring goals for each other. During this period, the girl stood behind Ling Zhi most of the time, and Ling Zhi couldn't see the girl's expression. The same was true for Ling Zhi. When the girl was playing ball, Ling Zhi tried to stand next to the girl.
Out of sight. Both of them have watched English billiards games and know this basic etiquette.
In a few cases, the girl stood to his left. Although Ling Zhi still couldn't see her expression, based on the direction the girl's body was facing, he always felt that she was not looking at the sphere, but... himself.
Bah, bah, bah! Ling Zhi slapped himself hard in his heart, why are you so narcissistic!
But I didn’t want to know, and after thinking about it, I realized that the feeling of my shot today was indeed different, especially with my left hand.
After putting on the handstand, he would lift his thumb and place it next to his index finger. He would put the club in the groove between his thumb and index finger and move it back and forth. He could clearly feel that the skin around his fingers was also moving with the movement of the club.
Twitching back and forth with movement.
But today, his two fingers felt like two pieces of pig iron, and he didn't feel much sluggishness during the stroke. He didn't know whether it was because he had chosen the club well or because the weather was not very humid.
Alas, forget it, don't think about it anymore. At this time, there was only one black ball left on the table, which needed to be hit on the long table. Ling Zhi cheered up, lay down, and hit the ball firmly toward the goal point he calculated.