"Why ... what ..."

A sudden yell from Marto stunned everyone around him, and Yahan suddenly stunned. She had also exercised in the martial arts. Someone reached over to get her hands. The first thing was the conditioned reflex. When I turned my head, I saw Jia Ming standing next to her, passing another glass of water.

"Drink this cup."

"Uh ..." Although it wasn't clear what was happening for a while, but since it was Jia Ming, she naturally nodded habitually, exchanged a cup with Jia Ming, took a sip, and only found that Jia Ming took her ball The rod also took it, with a harmless smile on his face.

"Can it be replaced, Teacher Zhang, you are tired too. I'll do it for you."

Just such a greeting, he rushed out without saying a word, replaced the cup on Yahan's hand for no reason, and coupled with the sudden scream of Marto, everyone hadn't figured out what was going on. Lin Wanzhen with a smile: "Did Yahan fight, younger brother, what is your relationship with Yahan?"

Jia Ming shrugged, looked back at Ya Han, and Ya Han hesitated a moment, then laughed: "Well, he is my brother, Gu Jia Ming, Jia Ming, Wan Zhen are my classmates in college, I was in Cambridge She was very nice to me. "

"Hello Sister Wanzhen." Jia Ming said like a standard Miyoshi student with a smile. At first, everyone felt that Zhang Jingan had only Yahan's daughter. Where did you get any younger brother, and then think about such a clan, the cousin cousin is naturally indispensable, but just because of his intimate attitude when talking to Yahan, it is obviously close to Zhang Jingan. Some people secretly remember the name, maybe the property of the Zhang family will fall into the hands of these collaterals in the future.

Lin Wanzhen was introduced, and of course Marto, who was staring at the cup in Jiaming's hand. After greeting each other, Ya Han frowned slightly, looking at the cup in Jiaming's hand, then turned to Marto aside. Although she did not attend many such parties on weekdays, she had already seen more people and met Marto's gaze. Jia Ming's attitude also had preliminary speculations in his heart.

"So ... come?"

If nothing happened, he placed the cup on the edge of the pool table, Jia Ming's fingers banged on the glass, and looked at Marto with a smile. Marto hesitated for a moment, then nodded quite unnaturally: "Oh ... of course ... who kicks off first?"

"Kick off, you drive first." Seeing Marto come over, Jia Mingshun picked up the glass and placed it on a small platform beside Ya Han, then waved his hand. "Wait, let's talk about this first. This one is generally a bit colorful, how much do you play?"

"hundred……"

"Too little," Jia Ming interrupted him before he could finish speaking. Then he took out his wallet and said, "Hundred dollars don't have any meaning to play. Sister Yahan, how much better do you say ... uh, it's nerve-racking, I don't have much money on me. Sister Yahan, can you Lend me some? "

Speak out like fried beans. Marto didn't even have room to speak. At this point, Yahan looked at the glass next to her, and then looked at Jia Ming who was talking. She looked a little embarrassed and didn't know what she was thinking. When Jia Ming called her, she reacted. Reached to open the bag: "Uh ... how much do you want?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jia Ming laughed: "How much is more."

Everyone, including Yahan, froze, and then the surrounding people began to whisper. Ya Han is the only daughter of Zhang Jing'an, and as everyone knows, Zhang Jing'an is very lenient to this daughter. Being a teacher at Sacred Heart College is just her profession and hobbies. If you count on the strength behind her, the gentle woman in front of her can use hundreds of millions of funds at any time if needed. So, how much is how much is a concept, how can you borrow money like this?

It doesn't matter if the color of a hundred yuan rises to 1,000 yuan or 10,000 yuan. If it wasn't for the money you made yourself, at least it would be said by others to be more stingy. But the boy in front of him was obviously targeting Marto from the beginning, and he was going to use this billiard game to force the opponent to death—provided that his billiard level was abnormal.

No one is a fool. At this time, she had smelled the unusual atmosphere in the air, and her eyes moved between Mato, Yahan, and the glass of water. Lin Wanzhen had wanted to speak, but she also shut up when thinking about it--if that There is really something wrong with the glass of water, and that's what he deserves—inviting people to play at home, then giving people medicine, and doing something, which is actually not considered among some rich young people who have little education. rare. But such things, either you love me, everyone is drugged, and no one can talk at a messy party at home, or the drugged home is powerless and spends money afterwards, even in lawsuits Don't be afraid. However, doing this kind of thing to Yahan, it is hard not to think of Yahan's family ... Is this Mato's head rolled by the car ...

Although his family is also underworld, Marto was not a recidivist. He was impulsive when it was said by Yi Huaying, and then exposed. He was a little panicked and didn't know what to say at this time. After seeing that Yahan was a little stunned, he took out a checkbook from the handbag and wrote the amount on it, and then a softer voice appeared than before.

"In the past few years, I spent some of my salary and extra money at Sacred Heart College. There is still a little more than one million ... Although the account can be overdrawn, but ... one million, OK?"

After receiving the check, Jia Ming shrugged with a smile: "Sloppy." Then, the check was thrown directly on the table. "Look, I have borrowed money. If not, let's start."

one million.

No one will think this is a friendly match.

Marto reached out and wiped the sweat on his face, and of course he could refuse. But the problem lies in the Zhang family's attitude towards themselves in the future. Although I am currently working in a foreign field, my younger brother is also studying in a university in the field, but my father is in the gangsters of Jianghai City, using the power of the Zhang family. The way can go.

As Yi Huaying said, his previous contact with Yahan was due to Yahan ’s beauty and family background, and his experience in Cambridge; Erlai was to spend the holidays with Xu Mo, and his original attitude towards Yahan I did n’t have much hope, but Yi Huaying just gave him this: Ya Han seemed to have a better attitude towards him than Xu Mo. He had hope, and in subsequent analysis, this hope seemed to be abrupt again. In time, Yahan can even cry for the man she likes for one night, and can refuse the dating and love of Xu Mo and everyone else. Then what is she smiling at herself, the most important thing is that the smile may not be at all For yourself. Perhaps she was here to the one she liked—both of them thought about it, but didn't say it.

So in a flash, Yahan herself, the huge background and forces behind her, suddenly seemed to be away from herself. What people are afraid of is not disappointment, but there is hope once, regardless of whether Yi Huaying is inciting him for Xu Mo's discomfort. The end result is that he is indeed said to be tempted. Prescription medicine is a trivial matter. He has heard countless people say that many people have done it. Who knows that he will be so uncomfortable.

The problem is how to solve it now. It is not that the family has no money, but it is still painful for him to take out a million. He is not unable to refuse this billiard, but he is afraid to refuse. This child is playing on behalf of Yahan, and Yahan took out a million. Does this mean that Yahan, who has always been soft-hearted, intends to suppress this matter, as long as he plays the ball, regardless of winning or losing-winning by himself Naturally, I have to return the money-after that everything will be fine.

"Subconsciously, he still told the truth:" I haven't brought so much money with me ... "

"It doesn't matter, I believe in your character. Just win the money and take it, and lose it and write an IOU." Jia Ming smiled and took out a coin. "Then you kick off the front, then I kick off the back. Why?" kind?"

Marto looked hesitantly at Yahan's face, which could not think. Later, Yi Huaying, who had just spoken with two of Jiaming's cousins, came over from behind and spoke a few words in Mato's ear. Marto gritted his teeth and finally nodded: "Let's get started."

This boy doesn't know how to play billiards. It's okay to win him by himself. First win, then confess guilty to Yahan-of course not a check-this can only be the case for the time being, it is better to say that you simply lose.

After some thinking, he decided that he still had to win first. Then it ’s more sincere to admit to Yahan. However, the development of things did not give him too much choice.

As a result of the coin flip, Marto kicked off first. He used to make a lot of effort in billiards. He had a record of 98 points in one shot. He is not much worse than professional players. Of course, no one can score a goal on the first shot. With one shot, the white ball stopped lightly next to the red ball, leaving Jiaming a meaningless start.

Walking to the side of the table, Jia Ming touched with a stick. The red ball was slightly scattered, but of course it didn't make much sense.

In this way, the next shot can start to score ... Marto thought. Shatter the red ball a little more. However, the white ball is still next to the red ball. In the eyes of everyone, few goals can be scored in one shot. Jia Ming took a breath and supported the pool table with both hands. I was there for more than half a minute, and suddenly fell down.

For a moment, a crisp bang sounded on the table, fifteen red **** scattered, the first red ball beside the white ball hit the second fiercely, and the second hit the edge of the table Bounced back and knocked the third out. Directly into the bag.

First point.

"Good luck, come in one." Lin Wanzhen on the side laughed.

Without much hesitation, Jia Ming went to the other side of the table, leaned over, the white ball went straight to the black ball with the highest score, and scored eight. This ball is a straight line, so everyone is not too surprised. Wait until the black ball comes out and set it up. Jia Ming goes one shot and another red ball goes into the bag.

Nine points.

When the black ball entered the bag for the second time, Marto's face began to change, and the people around him began to show a surprised look, and more people gathered around. Dongfang Wan, who has been walking around the ballroom and the grass, came over, looking at Jiaming and the pool table, her face looked surprised.

From the beginning, he invited him out to buy clothes and dance. No matter what he does, he hasn't been able to give a lot of presence. He seemed a little ordinary in the crowd. There is nothing special about appearance and temperament, but at this time, the temperament has completely changed.

Staring at the table, accurately calculating, leaning down, and hitting the ball, Jia Ming at this time seemed to have become a most professional billiard player. Even the ordinary suit on his body seemed to have become more upright at this time. The atmosphere around the entire table, because of him alone, became extremely sharp.

Is this ... the result of Sister Su Yan's teaching ...

Red ball, black ball, red ball, black ball ... Snooker's rule is to score a red ball, and then to enter any colored ball, and the score of the black ball is the highest. The highest score is 147. For professional players, the number of shots over one hundred percent is a measure of strength, and the attitude of the housekeeper at this time is clearly approaching 147 in an orderly manner. This goal of points goes forward. When the black ball reached the sixth time, there were already 48 points on the scoreboard. The table was full of people. The cousins ​​squeezed not far away from the two Huang family's eyes widened. Aliens.

Forty-nine points.

Fifty-six points ...

57 points ...

When the black ball entered the hole for the tenth time, when he got eighty, Jiaming finally made his first mistake. The red ball didn't score, but the white ball was against the red ball and stopped at one of the trickiest angles. However, Snooker had a maximum score of 147. Unless Jia Ming continues to foul points, Marto has no chance to win.

Exhaled. Jia Ming raised his hand to sweaty Mato: "It's your turn."

With the level that Jiaming just showed, fouls are almost impossible. So the next shot. Marto failed to hit the red ball.

Holding the club and standing up from the side, Jia Ming began to finish.

Aside from the pool table, Ya Han watched quietly, and she lost her soul.

No one can imagine how much she cherishes this relationship with Jia Ming.

It has been more than three months since the Cold War, and it has been almost two months without meeting. It was she who proposed not to talk or to communicate with each other. After that, Jia Ming lived happily with Ling Jing and Shasha, but she hid alone in the darkness Here let the loneliness and pain bite the heart.

Submerging yourself with a huge workload at school does not mean you can really forget these things. Overworked work and nightly insomnia made her relapse once in early July. She was thinking about the situation when Jiaming they sent her to the hospital last year in the cold hospital, and Jiaming helped her calmly. He was forced to marry, and he, Lingjing, and Shasha also took turns to visit her every day. At that time, they were good friends. Now they are fancy men and shameful rivals. The three of them spent each day happily, but she could only think of these things, and then she cried so much that she could cry ... What else could she do ...

I ca n’t stop crying, crying all the time ...

After the illness, the family members would not let her control anything at school. Let her have more time to remember, and then Mato came, she was grateful for this senior who took care of her in Cambridge. When she went to Cambridge alone, she was running away from home. Without the support of her family, the school's domestic students helped her a lot. It was not material, but more spiritual. So she kept this in mind. thing.

Marto was interesting to her. She might be able to detect it, but of course it was impossible to just say anything to refuse. That would be too bad. What's more, someone came home every day and she had to take care of it. When she remembered and cried at night, she didn't dare to cry too much, so as not to be seen by her red eyes. At this point, Marto told her On the contrary, she had some positive meanings. After all, she was a conservative woman. Like then, she said in front of the principal, "I'm out of love and want to ask for leave." At this time, I can't do it anyway.

It was a trivial matter to come to the ball with Mato, and even meeting Jia Ming was her first major event in months. Seeing Jia Ming being held by Dongfang Wanwan, she felt resentment in her heart—the guy took heart again. Dongfang Wan was also hooked by him-this emotion seems to be complaining: you should take care of yourself first. Of course, this is just thinking.

She refused to say hello to Jia Ming, fantasizing that Jia Ming, who had always been polite, came to take the initiative to speak-this kind of emotion is simply drinking and quenching thirst-but did not expect Jia Ming to think she should not bother her again, even if the two were not far apart After grilling for a long time, he refused to pass. Resentment increased in her heart, she talked and laughed with Marto for a long time, and thought that she had always been unrequited, sad in heart, and hately eating an unpleasant chicken wing. After calming down, she felt like she was going to spit out, go When I came out of the toilet, I saw Jia Ming sitting on the promenade, and I couldn't help passing it.

She is not the kind of woman who knows only waywardness, and her strong sense of morality makes her feel that she should not approach Jiaming any more, because there is no result anyway. But the weight of tears weighed her for more than two months, and God made the ghost walk over, two kinds of thoughts fighting in the body, one to let her go back, one to make her meet unintentionally. We've really seen the difference.

In more than two months, I finally had my first conversation. She was calm on the surface, and was so excited in her heart. Especially after Jia Mingming took the initiative to clarify the relationship with Dongfang Wan, the original resentment disappeared. However, in this happy mood, many thoughts such as expectation, pain, and struggling came. She shouldn't have come, because the man couldn't belong to her anyway. But she knew she shouldn't come, she couldn't help it. Even if she couldn't help it, she knew she shouldn't come ...

Then Marto came to tell her to play billiards. Originally I wanted to say "I won't go", but the body had already stood up before this idea was determined. There was no way but to say goodbye. For the rest of the time, her heart was rubbed back and forth by a saw that was tightened by a thick straw rope. The rough feeling was pulled in her heart, gradually pain, bleeding, left and right, left and right ... People seemed to be completely divided into Countless pieces.

Then, Marto brought water and Jiaming came over. Until now ... this billiard was played for her, but her mind was not here at all. Looking at Jiaming, she didn't know what she was thinking, and sometimes she thought of the glass of water around her. Mato put it. He's too abominable-so she just took one million to get it out-Of course, if Jia Ming said that "how much to borrow" is not directed at Marto, she is more likely to call his dad immediately and ask him to adjust tens of millions. lightnovelpub.net ~ But sometimes I think, maybe she has to thank Marto for this glass of water. If it wasn't for him, why would Jiaming come over again. She remembered things before Jiaming. He used to play home for quietness, played basketball for rustling, and sang for quietness on Christmas Eve. At first, he expected the three of them to be just friends. Now thinking about it, he had never done anything for himself. But now he also plays billiards for herself. She listens to the score in her ears, listens to everyone's surprise, and looks at Jia Ming's focused attitude. Suddenly at this moment, he seemed to be his own, there was no quietness or rustle ...

She looked like that, thinking. Thoughts sometimes jump here, and sometimes jump away. In the end, the sorrow is still leaking from the heart, and the eyes are getting wet. Seeing was tears that couldn't help it. She sucked her nose, turned her head to look at the glass on the side, reached out and pushed it, the glass fell over, the water splashed and the glass was smashed to pieces. Jia Ming's eyes glanced over. She turned her head and separated and ran out. Fortunately, people were watching Jia Ming, but she didn't see her crying.

"Sorry, just let me go. I'm going to the bathroom. Sorry, let me ..."

She said that, gradually crowding out the crowd, the last few **** left on the table. Jia Ming hugged the club and stopped expressionlessly. Looking at the pile of debris, I don't know what to think ...