Ka-drrum
Ka-drrum
Following the crisp sounds of balls potting into holes, the number of red balls on the table were decreasing at speeds visible to the naked eye. Ye Yingying's score was also steadily increasing from 10 to 17, 25, 30.
"Yingying is going to clear the table!"
"Even the veteran in snooker, Uncle Da, almost lost to Yingying. She has to be good."
"Clear the table, let that guy score a big fat zero, haha…"
Fang Shulan's and Ye Yingying's friends became tinged with irony and teasing.
Seeing that Ye Yingying had cleared all fifteen red balls and only six colored balls remained, Fu Jiawei felt the urge to look at Xiao Luo's expression, thinking it would be interesting. But when he turned around and looked at Xiao Luo, he was startled because Xiao Luo was at that time sitting on the chair while holding a glass of red wine that came from nowhere. He had his legs crossed and was drinking ever so leisurely without a hint of anxiety.
