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For a skilled player, a single uninterrupted shot can often end the battle, making the choice of who breaks especially important. If all three games are opened by women, then there is no point in competing; it would be a defeat without a fight, and nothing could be more frustrating than that.
Thus, Jufeng had to make it clear that this was not the time for gentlemanly conduct. After all, he was playing the role of a cynical dandy, so he had to fight hard and even play dirty.
"My lady, we should decide who breaks beforehand. Otherwise, if you win three shots in a row, it won't be very honorable for me, right?"
Jufeng smiled at the woman, his meaning obvious. She was a well-known expert, recognized by everyone in this second-floor circle. In contrast, Jufeng was an unknown challenger who had traveled a long way and had remained nameless until now. Among the onlookers, no one recognized his identity.
The disparity between them was evident. Jufeng subtly implied that it would be best if the woman could show some humility and let him break first. If that were the case, he would certainly not hold back and would take the first shot himself, which would naturally increase his chances of winning.
The woman sensed Jufeng's intentions as she looked into his narrow eyes. A wave of unease washed over her.
Therefore, she did not act arrogantly but thought for a moment before saying, "Let's leave it to chance. We have dice here; we'll each roll one and whoever gets the higher score breaks first. Luck is also part of skill; you wouldn't lack confidence in that, would you?"
Her words were not meant to provoke; she simply did not want to be at a disadvantage. Her reasoning was both sound and flawed because luck is indeed elusive.
Seeing that the woman was not falling for his ploy, Jufeng felt a slight disappointment but decided to go along with the dice game. He wanted to see if this woman, who had almost been mythologized by those present, truly deserved her reputation.
Before long, someone brought over the dice. Jufeng rolled first, but the result drew boos from the crowd!
A one! The bright red dot on the die stood out prominently in everyone's view. Those who had held onto some hope could not help but look dejected; it seemed this reckless newcomer had poor luck regardless of his skill.
The woman couldn't help but chuckle upon seeing the result, covering her pearly teeth with her delicate wrist, making her even more enchanting.
Without further ado or gloating over his misfortune, she casually rolled her die and indeed scored higher than Jufeng.
This elicited another round of murmurs from the crowd—of course, directed at Jufeng. The woman's roll resulted in a two; unless Jufeng's luck improved significantly, his chances of winning were slim.
After all, rolling a two wasn't exactly impressive.
The woman raised her almond-shaped eyes and flashed Jufeng a charming smile before walking over to the pool table.
She picked up the cue stick and prepared to break; however, Jufeng was relentless and continued to chatter away.
"Don't say I didn't warn you; I'm known as a pool expert. Do you know what an expert is? An expert is someone with exceptional skills. If you make a mistake, I won't go easy on you."
The woman smiled lightly as she gripped the cue with her right hand and positioned it with her left. Her body bent gracefully over the pool table as she focused intently on her shot. "Don't worry; I will respect you as my opponent."
As soon as the words left her lips, a crisp and clear sound echoed from the second floor. The various colored balls that had been clustered together scattered in all directions upon the impact of the cue ball, landing in every corner of the Pool Table.
"Thud! Thud!"
Two balls with identical petals sank into the pockets, and the woman stood up, revealing a satisfied smile.
Under normal circumstances, such a spectacular break would have elicited thunderous applause. However, since this was a competition and everyone was aware of the woman's temperament, they suppressed their excitement and quietly watched her performance.
Jufeng knew very little about Pool; he was barely a novice. Yet after witnessing the woman's break, he could discern some clues. The power transfer during her shot met the standards of biomechanics; even without aiming, the trajectory and spin of the balls significantly increased the chances of sinking them.
What seemed like a simple action required years of practice to perfect. The saying "one minute on stage takes ten years of practice offstage" held true here. Jufeng understood that he could stop watching her subsequent shots; as long as she didn't intentionally let him win or something unexpected didn't occur, the outcome of this game was already assured.
After executing her break, riding on the momentum, she continued to score effortlessly as her balls sank one after another.
In Eight Ball, there are fifteen balls in total, and the winning side must be the first to pocket all eight of their designated balls. The woman had already sunk two at the start, and with little effort, she completed the remaining six.
The last ball in Eight Ball is the Black Eight. The woman bent down again, forming a graceful arc before aiming with her cue stick; the Black Eight fell into the pocket with a satisfying sound.
With all Eight Balls pocketed, she stood up once more, her gaze piercing as it locked onto Jufeng. He had never thought her eyes particularly bright until this moment.
She said nothing as the first round concluded, but the crowd began to stir.
"Hey! Looks like you lost; better take it off."
"A real man can't back out; come on, strip!"
"Not backing out? Hmph! I see someone doesn't want to live anymore; I've never seen anyone dare to act wild here."
Amidst the cacophony, those who had secretly hoped for Jufeng's victory now seemed to harbor deep-seated grudges against him. None were willing to miss an opportunity to show off in front of the beautiful woman.
Listening to their taunts, Jufeng felt little concern; he merely smiled faintly and said to the woman, "Well then, I guess I should start taking it off."
"Go ahead!" The crowd's jeers erupted again, relentless in their mockery of Jufeng's defeat.
He was wearing three layers: a thin short-sleeved shirt, casual pants, and snug underwear beneath his trousers.
The order of undressing was not part of any prior agreement, and naturally, Jufeng did not start from the bottom.
So, quite naturally, Jufeng began to remove his thin short sleeves.
The act of undressing was simple and quick; Jufeng did not hesitate and revealed his muscular physique.
"Mm! Wow!"
Suddenly, the noise of excitement vanished, replaced by the curiosity of the crowd. Logically, everyone present had seen their fair share of spectacles; how could they be so intrigued by a man's body?
It was not just curiosity; it was confusion and an inexplicable emotion.
(To be continued)
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