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Zhang Jun turned around and calmly said, "If we don't leave now, the Silver Eared Lotus Seed Soup will be finished." Only after Zhang Jun's reminder did everyone react. With a sprinting speed of 100 meters, they rushed to run towards Zhang Jun. What a joke, if someone treated them like an idiot and invited them to a meal, who wouldn't? No matter how foolish he was, he would never go against his words.

Everyone swarmed around and left the school gate, coming to the "good many" supermarket that they had to visit every day.

"Boss, give me four servings of Silver Ear Lotus Seed Soup. I'll pack two servings for you when I leave later." Zhang Jun said to the forty-odd middle-aged man beside him with a smile.

"Ok, it will be ready soon. I'll add some red dates for all of you." The middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Then thank you, boss." Zhang Jun said politely.

The boss was also very enthusiastic. "From what you're saying, it's not easy for your students. Besides, you're my regular customers, so it's not like I'll lose much by giving you more food." The boss went to get them the lotus seed soup.

A short while later, cups of silver ear lotus seed soup were served to them. The five held each of them in their hands, warming their hands. What's the event for dinner tonight? " Bao Han Yong asked.

Zhou Xinmin took a sip and suggested, "Why don't we go to a bar? I haven't been there for a long time, what do you think?"

Zhang Jun shrugged and did not say a word. Zhang Fei also indicated that it was none of his business.

Zuo Zhixing had a naughty smile on his face as he teased Zhou Xinmin, "I don't think you simply want to go to a bar to drink."

In the end, everyone raised their hands and decided to go to the bar tonight.

After finishing a cup of soup, everyone's body warmed up a lot. Zhang Jun took the two plates that he had packed and left with Zhang Fei and the other three, heading towards the restaurant. Zhang Fei sent a message to Zhang Han, informing him that both Zhang Han and Su Xiang would be coming directly to the restaurant for dinner later.

An hour later, in a private room of the restaurant, a group of seven people were fighting over the food. A few minutes later, all the food on the table was emptied.

Twenty minutes later, in a room shrouded in smoke, Zhang Fei took out his phone to check the time. He said, "It's still too early for the bar to open, and we've already eaten. Where are you going?"

Su Xiang, the Bone Ash Web insect, suggested, "Why don't you go to the Internet Cafe first."

Zhou Xinmin and Zuo Zhixing shook their heads in disagreement. In the afternoon, when they went online, the two of them were so abused by Zhang Fei and co. that they wanted to shove their heads into the ground. Now, they didn't dare to go online. Therefore, Su Xiang suggested going online. The two shook their heads like a rattle, wishing that they could shake it off.

Zhang Fei smiled and suggested, "How about we go to the billiard room and play a few balls? We haven't played for a long time."

Zhang Fei's suggestion was unanimously approved. So Zhang Fei's group of seven headed straight for the pool.

It was already cold in December, and people were already wearing thick cotton coats. The weather at night was colder than during the day. Many people would rather stay at home and turn on the air conditioner to enjoy the warm wind because of the cold. But no matter how cold the day was, it could not stop the city's nights of red wine and green. When the lights were lit, the rich night life had already quietly arrived. The people who enjoyed the night life resisted the cold of the night, happily shuttling back and forth through the dreary and noisy "red light district".

On a street in the downtown area, seven boys, who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, collectively stopped in front of the Emperor's Billiards Club.

Looking at the seven words written in large, shining letters, a boy spoke with a heroic spirit, "Tonight, I will kill all of you to the last man."

The boy next to the talking boy looked at him with disdain and slowly said, "If I lose tonight, I'll buy all the money I get from the bar."

The boy who had spoken earlier and the other five boys beside him revealed a sinister smile. Only then did the boy realize that he had been fooled by the others, that the big guys had jointly tricked him. Looking at the five people beside him, he walked past them one by one with disdain. After greeting them one by one, he ignored them and walked straight into the long open door.

A bout of wild laughter came from behind. Following that, someone smiled confidently, "Looks like Zhang Han will have to spend quite a bit today. In order to satisfy Zhang Han's wish to treat us tonight, old men, let's work hard." After saying that, he could not help but burst out laughing.

It turned out that these seven people were Zhang Fei, Zhang Jun, and the others who had come to the club to play pool after their meal.

"Peng, Peng, Peng …" On this table, after Zhang Han opened up the ball, he used his astonishing skill to perfectly pick off all the balls on the table one by one. The stick, wrist, and eye were all aimed in a straight line at Black Eight. This pole used 80% of Zhang Han's strength to hit Black Eight hard, and as expected, Black Eight obediently followed the route Zhang Han wanted to follow. After one shot, Black Eight went straight into the triangular hole in the base with a "swoosh" sound, and came back to the bottom of the base with an unassailable triangle.

Standing up, Zhang Han looked at Zhang Fei with unbridled arrogance in his eyes, as if to say, I can't win the game, but the billiard ball is mine. Little fellow, play with me. You are still far from being able to do it.

Zhang Fei smiled back and shrugged. "It's my turn." The language was extremely concise.

"Whap." Zhang Fei shot with all his might, leaving only thirteen balls on the table. One went straight into two colored balls, grinded the powder on his spear, and aimed at number 3, firing without hesitation at a distance of seventy degrees. The white ball directly hit number 3, and after the collision, number 3 rolled forward and crashed into number 7, who was at the side of the hole, and Number 7 went straight into the hole. As for the white ball that bounced off No. 3, it hit the No. 6 ball that was in the middle of the hole while it was spinning, and the No. 6 ball was also brought into the middle hole. Finally, the white ball was exhausted and stopped. It did not even go through one or two vaults. Zhang Fei struck three times in a row. It was a truly spectacular sight. Even those who were passing by stopped to watch this evenly matched match. Zhang Fei didn't give Zhang Han any chance to retaliate. He cleared up the matter with a single blow and even avenged the previous match with the color of Zhang Han's face.

The third match began with Zhang Han placing the free ball. This time, Zhang Han did not dare to underestimate his opponent, and his play style began to be conservative. He lightly pushed the stick, and the white ball crawled towards the bottom, slowly rolling towards the snail. Zhang Fei looked left and right, and after looking around a few times, he still couldn't see any loopholes. With a helpless look, he used all his strength to kick the ball, and under the collision, the fifteen balls that were originally concentrated together separated quickly, and the furthest ball, No. 10, slowly rolled towards the hole at the bottom. Everyone originally thought that No. 10 ball would definitely enter, but some things just happened to go against their wishes, and the moment that No. 10 ball was about to enter the hole, Number Ten came to a stop, barely stopping at the hole at the bottom.

Looking at the layout of the stage, Zhang Fei let out a long sigh, turned around and returned to his seat. Zhang Han had already risen, brushing the powder from his gun to the table. He did not deliberately strike the tenth ball at the edge of the hole, but rather took a good look at the twelfth ball at the edge of the hole above, did not take the time to aim at it, and directly shot the twelfth ball into the hole, while the white ball bounced backward. Zhang Han had originally intended to use the twelfth ball to make a transition so that he could hit the shrinking stick, and then take away the eleventh ball, and then the fourteenth ball at the bottom, and finally he took the tenth ball at the edge of the hole, rebounded it, hit the ninth ball with the fourth ball, and then double-clicked the fifteenth ball into the ninth ball. In the blink of an eye, there was only one more ball left on the stage. Originally, Thirteen had had the chance to hit the edge of the hole, but because of the weight of the previous attack, the trajectory of the white ball had deviated from Zhang Han's calculated path, and looking at Zhang Fei who was sitting motionlessly to the side, Zhang Han could see the anxiety in his eyes, so he decided to take a gamble. He squatted on the side with his legs diverging, and hit the white ball with all his might. Now there was only Black Eight left. As long as Zhang Han could make it in, he would be able to win the match. What Zhang Han didn't expect was that Zhang Fei's ball blocked the white ball's attack path. Zhang Han didn't even think about Black Eight when he hit the thirteenth ball, so the thirteenth ball went into the hole, but he gave himself to Snooker. Helpless, Zhang Han paced back and forth in front of the billiard table, but still couldn't find a good angle to hit Black Eight. Looking at Black Eight who was not far away, Zhang Han suddenly made a bold decision. Since he couldn't hit the ball head on, he couldn't hit the ball head on either, so he would break the rules sooner or later. Investment has risks, if not, where does the return come from?

Thinking about it, Zhang Han decided to gamble with everything he had. Zhang Han's physics was exceptionally good. Even at his age, he could rank in the top ten, and this billiard ball could indeed be explained with knowledge of physics. Zhang Han quickly calculated a few attacking methods, but in the end, he was still able to overthrow them.

All kinds of methods kept appearing in Zhang Han's mind in the form of a movie, one scene after another, scenes after another, constantly being eliminated and filtered, constantly being corrected and improved, correcting every single error over and over again, constantly going over and over again, going through countless failures and going through countless corrections, until Zhang Han finally grasped onto something and gradually grasped the mysteries within, a kind of perfect solution that he felt himself to be finally slowly taking shape in his mind. Right now, the only thing he lacked was practice, to see if it was the same as he had thought.