Lin Yu: "..."
This time, upon hearing Xiao Fufu's words, Lin Yu didn’t respond immediately.
The little artist had learned to be mischievous.
It was hard to tell whether this was another deliberate attempt to lead him astray—to make him misunderstand something else.
As it turned out...
Lin Yu was overthinking it!
Ye Mengfu continued:
"I often play pool with my dad."
"Last time... I won."
As she spoke, she pointed at the scoreboard.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Oh ho?
So Xiao Fufu isn’t just good at drawing—she’s also skilled at pool?
He’d never heard her mention it before.
But she wasn’t the type to brag. If she said she could do it, she definitely could.
Feeling a sudden surge of enthusiasm, Lin Yu ran his hand over the pool table and asked:
"Xiao Fufu, are you really that good?"
"Mind if I borrow your table for a few rounds?"
Ye Mengfu quickly dashed to the corner, placing her backpack and drawing board on the sofa.
Then, with practiced ease, she pulled off the dust cover from the pool table, racked the balls with the triangle, and even fetched chalk and a cue for Lin Yu.
The whole process took no more than a minute.
Her efficiency was downright shocking!
Lin Yu took his place at one end of the table, pointing at the cue ball with confidence.
"Xiao Fufu, you break first."
"I’m no amateur—if I break, you might not even get a turn."
"Ladies first, go ahead."
Ye Mengfu nodded obediently, picking a cue at random from the rack.
She placed the cue ball behind the line, closer to the cushion.
With a bridge hand steadying the cue, she took two practice strokes—then—
BANG!
The crisp sound echoed through the room, sending a jolt through Lin Yu’s heart.
Holy Ye Xiaoting?!
That break stance and power—it left him utterly stunned!
Wait…
You’re actually good at this?!
When Lin Yu first saw the pool table, he’d imagined a very different scenario…
Xiao Fufu~ bend a little lower~ keep your grip steady~
Follow through like this~ yes~ perfect~
But now?
After hearing about the scoreboard and witnessing her break, he realized—
Oh no.
Who’s teaching whom here?
Ye Mengfu wiped the chalk off her cue and glanced shyly at Lin Yu.
"I… I pocketed a ball…"
Lin Yu gestured for her to continue, forcing a smirk.
"Nice power. Big breaks usually lead to lucky shots—totally normal."
Then—
DANG!
DENG~
DANG!
DU~
…
A little over a minute later.
Ye Mengfu straightened up from the table, scanning the seven remaining solid-colored balls (the low numbers).
She turned to Lin Yu and asked softly:
"Should… should we keep score?"
Lin Yu wiped a bead of sweat from his temple: "..."
A break-and-run.
A break-and-run?!
Are you kidding me?!
With skills like that, why aren’t you playing professionally?!
What’s the point of this game?!
Lin Yu was, at best, a casual player.
Sinking more than three balls in a row depended entirely on lucky positioning.
Sure, his system might give him a slight edge, but it hadn’t taught him how to clear the table in one go!
If this kept up…
Was this even a game anymore?
This was just pure humiliation!
So, naturally…
Lin Yu resorted to his greatest talent.
"That round doesn’t count."
Ye Mengfu tilted her head in confusion: "???"
Lin Yu: "I didn’t even get a turn—how can I lose?"
Ye Mengfu: "Ah…???"
The bewilderment in her eyes was impossible to miss, even behind her glasses.
She’d never faced an opponent like Lin Yu before!
Without missing a beat, Lin Yu walked over to the scoreboard and reset it to 0–0.
Then, with complete nonchalance, he took position for the break.
"From now on, we’re keeping score for real."
Ye Mengfu couldn’t help but giggle.
She knew exactly what Lin Yu was doing—trying to erase that first round.
Lin Yu, ever the proud one, caught her smile and pressed further.
"Xiao Fufu, don’t laugh."
"How about we make this interesting?"
Ye Mengfu quickly schooled her expression.
"Make it… interesting? Like a bet?"
Lin Yu: "Exactly. A little wager."
Ye Mengfu didn’t hesitate: "Okay."
Lin Yu: "..."
Oh, great.
She’s treating me like easy prey!
She agreed that fast?!
Fine. Today, he’d teach Xiao Fufu a proper lesson.
He’d show her that skill wasn’t everything.
Want to have the last laugh?
Depends on who makes the rules!
Being good means nothing—in this world, it’s all about…
Lin Yu smirked.
He leaned down and broke.
DUANG!
No balls sank.
Now it was Xiao Fufu’s turn.
Lin Yu: "..."
Ye Mengfu didn’t let her guard down. She studied the table carefully, deciding which group to take.
But before she could analyze for more than five seconds—
Lin Yu: "Ten seconds! Nine, eight, seven…"
Ye Mengfu: "W-wait, that’s…"
She wanted to say that wasn’t fair—even professional matches allowed more time per shot.
For a casual game, shouldn’t they at least get fifteen seconds?
But before she could finish, Lin Yu had already counted down to three.
Panicked, Ye Mengfu hurriedly took a shot at an easy pocket, locking in the solids.
The rushed attempt left the cue ball in a less-than-ideal position.
Still, there was a long shot she could attempt.
Not daring to hesitate, she quickly lined up her next shot.
With only fifteen seconds, she had to act fast—no room for hesitation.
But just as she focused on the target ball…
She spotted Lin Yu’s face hovering near the pocket!
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
CI~
The sudden sight of Lin Yu’s face made her hand slip—a complete miscue.
The cue ball veered sideways, lightly tapping one of Lin Yu’s striped balls instead.
Lin Yu straightened up triumphantly.
"Hey! That’s a foul, right?"
Ye Mengfu’s lips trembled slightly. She wanted to argue, but there was no denying it—she’d fouled.
Reluctantly, she nodded.
DANG~
DU~
Thanks to the foul and his enhanced vision, Lin Yu sank three balls in a row.
He was playing better than before his rebirth.
But catching up to Xiao Fufu’s level would take more time.
No rush.
Not like he needed to surpass her anyway!
When the turn passed back to Ye Mengfu, she was extra cautious this time.
Strangely, Lin Yu didn’t hover near the pockets. He just stood quietly to the side.
After she sank five balls, she started to think Lin Yu had finally decided to play fair.
But then—
Lin Yu: "Foul!"
Ye Mengfu: "Huh? N-no… I didn’t…?"
Lin Yu’s sudden call left her utterly baffled.
She’d only taken a couple of practice strokes—she hadn’t even hit the ball yet!
How could that be a foul?
Lin Yu walked over and pointed at the black eight-ball near the cue ball.
"Xiao Fufu, your chest just touched the eight-ball!"
"My eyes don’t lie. I saw it clearly."
Ye Mengfu: "???"
...
(Extra chapter delivered! Updates done for today—see you tomorrow, goodnight!)
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