Chapter 20
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The confident Yan Qingchi faced off against the confident Liao Sibo.
Liao Sibo crossed his arms and stood opposite him. "You go first."
Yan Qingchi thought for a moment. "Sure."
Then he kicked off the ball.
Ren Xu nudged Jiang Mochen. "Sigh, your partner is quite interesting. Liao Sibo was furious when he kissed you on purpose just now."
He looked at Jiang Mochen. "Speaking of which, why did he react so strongly? F * ck, does Liao Sibo have a crush on you?"
Jiang Mochen looked at him speechlessly. "You've never passed a language test since you were young, right?"
"Nonsense, I failed in English."
"More or less. Anyway, it's related to reading comprehension."
"That's because I can't remember the words. That's why I can't understand them."
"So it's an honor to not remember words?"
Ren Xu was about to refute when Liao Sibo laughed. "Oh, I thought you were very good just now, but you're just so-so."
Ren Xu turned his head and saw that the person beside the table had changed. It was Liao Sibo's turn.
"Sigh, don't worry. When Liao Sibo is done playing, I'll take him away immediately. This guy is too much today. He's asking for a beating."
"Then let's beat him up before letting him go."
Ren Xu thought for a moment. "Okay, as long as you don't hit his face. Otherwise, his mother will cry when she sees it."
Jiang Mochen sneered. "That won't do. I'll only hit his face today."
Ren Xu patted him on the shoulder. "I hope your partner won't be angry."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mochen turned to look at Yan Qingchi and saw that he was staring at Liao Sibo's movements. Was Yan Qingchi angry? He thought about it carefully, but he couldn't tell. He didn't seem to be any different from before. He still looked calm and gentle. There was no resentment or anger. It was just that sudden touch, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, with a burning heat like a spark splashing on the skin.
Jiang Mochen couldn't understand his emotions, just as he couldn't understand what Yan Qingchi was thinking at this moment.
Yan Qingchi's thoughts were actually very simple. He felt that his hand felt pretty good. It was about time for him to win.
Liao Sibo hit several balls in a row before he left the court complacently. He said with some contempt, "Don't cry when you lose later."
Yan Qingchi smiled. He turned around and said, "I'll return those words back to you.
"Hmph, you're still boasting."
Yan Qingchi ignored him, took the cue, and walked to the side of the table. He lowered his body, got into position, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then hit the cue ball.
In Yan Qingchi's memory, it was a long time ago that he started playing billiards. At that time, he didn't call it billiards. He followed his father and called it billiards. At that time, he played this kind of American billiards. Later, in order to pursue the trend, he played snooker with his friends.
Because of his family, Yan Qingchi had to play many games well. Of course, he had to play well because he was his father's son. His father was far from an ordinary person, and he was fortunate enough to be adopted by such a person. Naturally, he set many goals for himself. He hoped that he would be good enough. Even if his father had been washed clean and became the most ordinary uncle who raised birds and walked dogs, he would still be able to become the best of the younger generation. He would be able to protect his younger brother and protect the family's new business.
Thinking of this, Yan Qingchi couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, he still had a younger brother. Otherwise, his parents wouldn't be able to accept his inexplicable transmigration.
Thinking of this, he missed scoring the last ball in the past.
Then he turned to look at the people who were already stunned. He tilted his head slightly and said naturally, "I won."
There was a smile on his lips, and he spoke in a casual tone, as if this was a natural thing. However, the other people present were obviously not as calm as him.
Liao Sibo walked over. He looked at him and then at the table with a look of disbelief.
Yan Qingchi asked him, "Do you want to play another round?"
"Come on," Liao Sibo shouted.
"You go first?"
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