The young man said, "...Hello."
The two stared at each other for a moment, then both turned to look at Mo Yuanzhou.
Teacher Mo smiled mischievously. "Chi Ning has been living it up this winter break. He hasn't played in ages, so he must be rusty. Xi Zhiwen, want to play him?"
Chi Ning:?
He suspected Mo Yuanzhou was getting back at him for not practicing, and he had proof!
Men like that refined scum were definitely his natural enemies!
Xi Zhiwen also wanted to see what level this little genius, praised to the heavens by newspapers, media outlets, and teachers alike, was actually at. He nodded. "Sure."
Chi Ning sighed. "I'm actually not very good at billiards. I only learned it back then..."
Just to make a little money and get some exercise.
Xi Zhiwen seemed to have no social awareness at all and said bluntly, "It's fine."
Chi Ning said, "Oh. Then let's start."
When two people who were both terrible at communicating got together, there was no interaction once the game began, aside from the clacking billiard balls doing all the "talking."
It made Mo Yuanzhou's scalp tingle.
Why did it feel like the senior and junior disciples really had inherited the same traits? The atmosphere was a little tense, yet they had a strange mutual understanding when it came to not speaking.
The final black ball dropped into the pocket.
Xi Zhiwen curled his lips. "Thanks for letting me win, little senior brother."
Chi Ning fell silent. His top-player syndrome suddenly flared up. "Again."
Xi Zhiwen racked the balls and broke in one fluid motion.
In the second frame, Xi Zhiwen felt unprecedented pressure.
Fortunately, his continuous practice had not let him down.
An hour later, Xi Zhiwen secretly let out a breath and smiled. "Thanks