Kan Cheng, a former genius boy, is now a London fishing player.
Specialty: Clearing the stage with one shot.
Hobbies: Sleeping until the afternoon.
Creed: Never stand if you can lie down.
For rent, he played betting games in underground clubs and lived a happy life.
Until the enemy Gu Yanci fell from the sky and insisted on betting fifty thousand pounds. Kan Teng thought to himself: A boy giving money?
Then he lost.
Five to two.
The other party folded the check in half and stuffed it into his pocket: "Sign up for Q School. This is the training fee. Don't be late at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
Kancheng:? ? ? What about winning money and running away as promised? How did he become a rich second generation who was forcibly supported... Ah no, forcibly funded?
"Not going."
"You owe me."
"Don't you owe any money?"
"Ow something else."
Kan Teng lowered his head and looked at himself - he was all dressed in clothes, and his pocket was cleaner than his face.
What can you owe?
The next day, Gu Yanci sat on the edge of the training ground with a thermos cup in hand, crossed his legs and took a small notebook, writing down his technical shortcomings one by one.
"The success rate of remote stations drops by 12%."
"... What does it have to do with you?"
"The positioning accuracy dropped by 8%."
"What do you want to do?"
"Watch you play."
Kan Teng took a deep breath: "Are you too busy?"
Gu Yanci raised his eyes, his amber pupils reflected the green light of the table, and the corner of his mouth curved:
"Yes. I have been idle for eight years and came here to find you."
The author was watching the World Snooker Championship recently, and, well, I got addicted.
Intention: play well