Ruan Yang smiled. "I think that strategizing is important in anything you do."
Li Shaobin clenched his teeth. He was only thinking about how to pocket his balls. He couldn't lose. If he lost, it would be very embarrassing.
Luckily, he won the first game but it wasn't a brilliant win. He only beat her by a ball.
In the second round, Ruan Yang slowly got the hang of it and she could indistinctly feel that she must've been very familiar with playing pool in the last eight years. Slowly, with every two balls Li Shaobin pocketed, she would catch up with three then he would pocket more balls and she would catch up again.
The heater in the suite was on and Li Shaobin started perspiring nervously.
The round ended with Ruan Yang's victory. He frowned with annoyance.
"I'm not playing anymore." He put the cue stick down.
"You're not angry, are you?" Ruan Yang asked with a slight smile as she walked over.
