With a slight raise of her eyebrows, An Nan took the initiative to offer: "Your choice."
Shen Mengqi didn’t decline: "Let’s keep it official, we’ll do it snooker-style. Let me see if your skills have regressed."
An Nan made an OK gesture without hesitation: "Do you want to start or should I?"
"The usual rule, take turns to pocket two balls each, whoever pockets more starts the match."
"Okay." An Nan had no objections to this requirement.
As for breaking, An Nan also yielded: "Do you want to go first or should I?" Everyone knew the order of play is crucial. If the previous player performs excellently, it can put a lot of pressure on the subsequent player; otherwise, the situation could be very different. So one must consider carefully.
Shen Mengqi unhesitatingly chose the former: "I’ll go first!"
Based on her understanding of An Nan, this woman’s skills weren’t bad a few years ago. She wasn’t sure if An Nan had improved or regressed over the years. At this moment, she knew the smartest move was to go first, putting a bit more pressure on An Nan psychologically.
"Then go ahead!" An Nan stepped aside.
"OK!" As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Mengqi leaned over the billiard table, her stroke steady and decisive.
"Crack." A crisp sound echoed as the 22 colorful balls scattered across the table, seeming to be intentionally lined up, hustling into the pockets one after another.
"Five balls in, wow, amazing." Lan Xinxixi looked admiringly at Shen Mengqi. Even with her own decent skills, she couldn’t confidently achieve that.
Amidst the cheers of the onlookers, Shen Mengqi seemed oblivious, her gaze falling on An Nan: "It’s your turn now." Latest content publıshed on novel※fire.net
Instead of rushing to take her shot, An Nan stood the cue upright and proposed to the person on the other side of the table: "Just competing is boring, how about a little wager?"
"Sure, what do you propose?"
An Nan didn’t hesitate, saying directly: "If I win, you’re not allowed to ask me about anything from the past few years."
"Alright, if I win, you’ll write me a detailed report of everything that’s happened in recent years, sign it, and give it to me. If I find out anything’s missing, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
With an easy-going OK gesture, An Nan leaned over the pool table, delivered a swift cue stroke, and the outcome was immediately clear.
"Three balls, Miss Shen breaks first." Xi Shaoqi said with a smile.
An Nan still wore a relaxed smile: "Meng, you start."
The familiar call made a hint of hesitation flash through the depths of Shen Mengqi’s eyes, soon covered by a trace of anger, and she shouted at An Nan: "Today I will make you tell me what you’ve been up to all these years."
With such a thought, Shen Mengqi’s first shot was exceptionally cautious, with the red ball pocketed, followed by the colored balls, creating quite the spectacle.
Even Han Xiayang — initially irked — was entirely captivated by Shen Mengqi’s impressive play.
Shen Mengqi remained serious throughout, each shot executed cleanly and without delay. On the field, she was a remarkable presence; her originally outstanding features became even more dazzling and mesmerizing, making it hard for anyone to look away, including Han Xiayang.
Coming to his senses later, he returned to his exasperated state: "Damn it, Han Xiayang, what are you thinking, is that tough woman really so charming? Are you out of your mind?"