waste heat

Chapter 19

Cheng Yan knew how to play billiards when he was very young.

At the beginning, he and Zhao Yibai were very crazy. In the fourth grade of elementary school, he was fooling around with the local junior high school students. Of course, Cheng Yan didn’t think he was fooling around. At that time, his grades were still very good, but he just liked to play with the senior students. He felt that it was boring to be with his peers, except for Zhao Yibai, he couldn't find a few to play with, and those junior high school students were different. What they did seemed very strange to Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai at the time. cool.

such as smoking.

Like drinking.

Like playing pool.

These are prohibited items for them as fourth-grade students, and no one around them is doing these things. Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai are relatively precocious among their peers.

The junior high school students drank, and Cheng Yan followed, the junior high school students smoked, and Cheng Yan also knew how to light a fire, the junior high school students played billiards, and he also wanted to try his hand, unconsciously, he had played billiards for many years.

When Cheng Yan touched billiards for the first time, he had a special research on poles. He felt that hitting a ball into a hole with a pole was an unknown thing that he had never touched. With full curiosity, he devoted 100% enthusiasm and seriousness He treats every billiard activity with care, and gradually everyone discovers what he is interested in, and often calls him out to form a game. Cheng Yan, who is still young, is very popular in the senior grades because of billiards.

Zhao Yibai suddenly became a supporting role.

Zhao Yibai is a bit older than Cheng Yan, and also a class higher than him. He became a classmate with Cheng Yan only after staying in the fifth grade. The one who was playing was originally his classmate, but this was originally Zhao Yibai's friend, and later became Cheng Yan's best friend, and Zhao Yibai told him about it more than once.

Sometimes everyone asked Cheng Yan to come out to play, but Zhao Yibai was not notified, which made Zhao Yibai hold a grudge.

He said that he regretted introducing Cheng Yan to those heartless people.

But Cheng Yan knew that Zhao Yibai was joking.

He has been playing billiards for many years. Apart from the former group of people, few know that Cheng Yan can play billiards, and he is an old player. Everyone only knows that Cheng Yan likes basketball, and he is very interested in basketball, but he doesn't try his best. That's all.

Not to mention others, even Song Yu almost missed Cheng Yan's skill point, I still heard Zhao Yibai mention it, otherwise Cheng Yan at that time would have fooled this matter like a sesame seed.

"How many years have you been playing?" Jiang Heng stood in front of the stage, surrounded by a few people in the room just now, he raised his head and said to Cheng Yan next to him.

"Not a few years." Cheng Yan smiled, rubbing the head of the club with gun powder.

"Don't be kidding, Song Yu asked you to call me, I'm afraid there is something wrong." Jiang Heng glanced at Song Yu, Song Yu stood aside and watched, not intending to intervene in the conversation between the two, but only responded to Jiang Heng with a smile.

Cheng Yan didn't want to lie either. He has played ball for many years, but he hasn't touched it for many years. Ever since he started playing basketball, the cue has been left to collect dust.

Song Yu watched, Cheng Yan quickly entered the state, Jiang Heng saw that he was ready, and said: "You kick off first."

Cheng Yan nodded, without vetoing it, he leaned over the table and gave a gentle blow.

Song Yu was holding his trouser pockets with both hands, watching seriously.

Although Cheng Yan's tee shot was gentle, he arranged the density of the ball just right. In snooker, a gentle shot is more cunning than a violent blow. Finally, watch the ball route on the platform and start to break the game.

Cheng Yan was not idle either, he didn't know Song Yu's purpose, and he didn't know why he wanted to play with a stranger, but he hadn't played for a long time, and the pole felt alive in his hand, Cheng Yan weighed his hands The cue on the ball, when Jiang Heng broke the ball, his mind was running fast, and the habitual ball routes and experiences of those years were conveyed to his brain, and the turbulence was unstoppable.

Jiang Heng took the shot and hit a scattered red ball back to the dense point, creating a siege for Cheng Yan's next shot. Cheng Yan calmly returned a ball to him. It was getting tighter and tighter, but it couldn't break the momentum. The audience around were a little anxious and ready to move, but Song Yu didn't say a word, and stood in that position for a long time.

This situation did not ease until the fifth shot. Cheng Yan seemed to be impatient, and sent the tightly packed red ball into the hole with one shot, while the closely connected obstacle ball remained motionless.

Jiang Heng stared at the table.

There was commotion all around.

This is a standard shot.

After playing, Cheng Yan continued to hit the ball, and hit the red ball into the hole again with a shot that brushed the edge but did not touch the ball. This was just the beginning, Jiang Heng was not in a hurry, and Cheng Yan did not continue to hit the third shot. , it's Jiang Heng's turn.

Thanks to Cheng Yan's blessing, the red ball was gradually broken. Jiang Heng quickly aimed at the target ball and scored a goal. After wiping the club head with gun powder, he continued to hit and soon tied with Cheng Yan and took the lead.

A few people came to the billiard table, none other than Jiang Heng's friend. They looked at the situation on the field with their hands up, and said, "The show is about to begin."

"Take it easy." Another person said, and said to Jiang Heng, "I called you Brother Sheng anyway."

Jiang Heng raised his head and smiled at the man, looked at Cheng Yan's beating and said at the same time: "Does he want me to let him go like that?"

Cheng Yan's slender fingers were placed on the table, supporting the club, and his bent figure was an excellent sight. He stared at a red ball with a fierce look in his eyes.

With a sound of "click", the red ball fell into the net, the cue ball hit the cue, and after the impact, it spun around in a place, which was an excellent landing point. Cheng Yan came to Jiang Heng without any haste, and Jiang Heng and his friends were shocked. He gave way, and Cheng Yan bent down and took a quick and ruthless shot. The number of balls gradually decreased, and soon he could see the number of remaining balls at a glance.

"Ah, this..." The person standing on the side was startled, it was the one who asked Jiang Heng to put some water just now.

"It's not over." Cheng Yan moved to the position of the white ball and continued to hit the ball, which turned out to be another beautiful shot.

"Yo, this is something." Someone said, his eyes quickly scanned the table and became serious.

Cheng Yan scored goals one after another, throwing Jiang Heng out a few more points. When he was about to attack the colored ball, if he scored with such a probability again, Jiang Heng would be very dangerous.

After several shots in a row, the ball returned to Jiang Heng. The situation on the table was clear. The points that Cheng Yan dropped could only be recovered by colored balls. When Jiang Heng and Cheng Yan were tied again, the ball returned to Jiang Heng. To Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan played very fast, and his speed of judgment was astonishing. As soon as Jiang Heng lost the ball, he immediately struck, found the route and the target ball, and shot it out with one shot, making the situation confused again.

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan's ball route in puzzlement, and looked up at Cheng Yan again. He was very serious and didn't see anything. Before Jiang Heng could say anything, the person next to him asked, "Should you give this ball Into the cave?"

There is no need to judge the route that has been set up. With Cheng Yan leading by a small score, if he hits a few more colored balls, it will basically be a safe game.

"I have my own ideas." Cheng Yan didn't point it out, and others didn't know what he was thinking, only knew that the ball was in Jiang Heng's hands again, Cheng Yanwei.

"I don't care what you think, I'm not polite," Jiang Heng said, "You are not a fuel-efficient lamp, I have to do my best." After saying that the colored ball was caught, he caught up with Cheng Yan.

Jiang Heng wasn't swearing, nor did he imply anything, but simply felt that Cheng Yan was holding back some big moves. The last thing he needed to know about his opponent was in a game. He could know the opponent's level from a few simple strokes, which is something experienced people take for granted feelings.

Jiang Heng said that if he didn't show mercy, he really didn't show mercy at all, and sent all the broken balls into the hole. Maybe the process was not particularly easy, because although Cheng Yan didn't score a goal, it created a kind of siege for him. , His original few target balls were successfully intercepted, and he lost the ball without hitting a few.

"Brother Jiang." Cheng Yan yelled. His temperament was different when he was playing. It was different from the slow restraint in the room just now. Some presumptuous arrogance was hidden in him. "Are you classmates with Song Yu?"

Being called out suddenly, Song Yu looked at Cheng Yan, wanting to know what he was talking about.

"One class in elementary school," Jiang Heng made a putt, and added, "We're old friends."

"Oh," Cheng Yan said, "is he not good at communicating?"

Jiang Heng looked at Song Yu: "It's okay."

Cheng Yan said: "I don't think so, he is too cold."

Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu, and Song Yu was standing opposite him, and he could see the interesting light in Cheng Yan's eyes.

It's better to chat and play the game in a rigid way. If it can be more interesting, Jiang Heng took the shot and said, "Gao Leng?"

After speaking, he looked at Song Yu. If he didn't know him, he would think so. Jiang Heng didn't feel their friendship.

Cheng Yan sighed: "Yes, just say a word about everything, don't even give me an explanation, or run away secretly, so that you can't even touch the shadow."

Others could not understand what he meant, but it aroused Song Yu's interest.

"Does this have something to do with Gao Leng?" Jiang Heng asked.

"It doesn't matter much, but his attitude towards me is really bad. I have known him for several years, and the relationship has not progressed at all." Cheng Yan looked at the situation on the table and talked to Jiang Heng distractedly.

"What else can we do?" Jiang Heng didn't understand.

Cheng Yan hugged the cue and said, "For example... to become a best friend or a brother or something. The relationship sounds a little closer than friends."

One of them shivered, with goosebumps all over his body, and complained: "Little brother, it makes you seem to be chasing him, and the relationship still needs to progress."

Cheng Yan laughed and stopped wrangling.

Song Yu didn't give a single response, he didn't seem to be in the billiard room, but in fact he was there from the beginning to the end, but he said very little, this is probably the coldness in Cheng Yan's mouth.

He has never been very talkative, but he has a mirror in his heart, and he knows the meaning of Cheng Yan's words.

"He is not cold, the key depends on who he treats," Jiang Heng said: "Song Yu has been enthusiastic since he was a child, and he is not bad for the people around him. Sometimes he treats me with that attitude of indifference, but I understand Don't think too much about him, he's just that virtuous."

The complaints from elementary school friends are very convincing.

Song Yu interjected: "Don't talk about me in front of me? Are you still playing?"

Jiang Heng lowered his head and looked over, and was so distracted by the three or two sentences that he forgot about winning or losing. Looking at it again, there was not much left on the pool table, a few colored balls were scattered and waiting to be hit, and the right to the ball belonged to Cheng Yan, Jiang Heng suddenly realized Waking up, I only heard Cheng Yan say: "Brother Jiang, this game may be coming to an end."

Before he knew it, the table was in danger of being cleared, and the pole fell into Cheng Yan's hands. Jiang Heng had to believe that what he said was true.

The people around also raised their spirits and were very surprised. I don't know when it will start, and there are only a handful of balls on the table.

Song Yu slid his finger on his forehead, and said to Jiang Heng in a voice that sounded a little pity: "Be serious."

With a sound of "click", the precise hit blasted the balls, and the opening of the hole was like a magnet, receiving each ball accurately, and the remaining four balls were all caught in the net.

Everyone's eyes widened, even the beautiful coach standing over there was dumbfounded. Jiang Heng looked up at Cheng Yan, that sunny-looking boy, who calmly cleared the table and ended the "evenly matched" match. Bureau.

Evenly matched?Jiang Heng stared at Cheng Yan, the boy who stood obediently, with a kind of determination in his gentleness, as if he had some purpose, whenever he wanted to win, he could win.

It's really a face, I am willing to play with him until now.

After only one game, Jiang Heng came to a conclusion:

They are not on the same level at all.