The cue ball rolled slowly toward the red ball perched at the mouth of the pocket, everyone's eyes widened.
The cue ball was clearly meant to knock the red ball into the pocket.
But according to the direction of the cue ball's roll, if the red ball went in, the cue ball would follow suit.
However, the cue ball was slowing down.
Its speed decreasing more and more.
Bang.
Before the crowd could reflect, the cue ball had already struck the red ball at the pocket's edge.
By then, the speed of the cue ball was very slow.
The red ball rolled forward, then dropped into the pocket, almost nudged in by the cue ball.
And the cue ball, it came to a steady stop at the position where the red ball had been at the mouth of the pocket.
At that moment, everyone was shocked.
Anole stood up abruptly, staring at the pool table, disbelieving what he saw.
Chen Yang's shot was incredibly brilliant.
All eyes turned toward Chen Yang, who said he would pot the ball, and he really did it.
