He tugged once, but couldn't pull it free.
The middle-aged man said, "Why are you looking at my little brother?"
Chi Ning: ...
Gu Zhe is your little brother?
You're at least thirty-five. Gu Zhe is twenty-one at most, right?
The middle-aged man's face darkened. He lowered his voice viciously. "What kind of expression is that? I'm fucking twenty-eight."
Chi Ning said objectively, "Did you know my family sells medicine?"
Gu
Uncle
...No, Brother Gu said, "So what?"
Was this guy named Chi planning to throw his weight around and make him fix the match?
Chi Ning glanced at the top of Brother Gu's head. "There's a hair-growth product with a pretty good reputation."
He could give it a try.
Grow two more strands, look one or two years younger.
Grow a full crop, and from a distance he'd look eighteen.
Brother Gu: ...
Chi Yang, your little brother is really something.
Seeing his older brother get stumped, Gu Zhe couldn't hold back his laughter. He pursed his lips, cheeks puffed up from holding it in. "Pfft, pfft, pfft."
Chi Ning withdrew his hand and walked to the billiards table to break.
It was an amateur competition, so the commentary leaned more toward entertainment.
"The camera is on Chi Ning. Judging by his build, Chi Ning doesn't really have the advantage. He's rather slender, so he may be weaker in terms of strength. Brother Gu, on the other hand, is built very solidly."
On camera, Chi Ning bent down, his waist, back, and right leg taut and straight. His body formed a perfect ninety-degree angle, textbook-standard and beautiful enough to be photographed for one.
The commentator sucked in a breath, paused for a long moment, then slowly said, "Nice clothes."
The director got the hint immediately and used the large