Du Ming smiled, it's really think what comes what, just right himself didn't bring money, there is a ready-made gambling game to let oneself earn wine money, as soon as he heard Song Hualun say if anyone else wants to play together, he immediately walked through the onlookers and stood at the edge of the ball table, "Yes, I'll come with you?"

  Song Hualun sized up Du Ming, "Alright, but we can't just play around, we have to bet on something. How about this, we won't bet big, whoever loses pays for the other's drinks?"

  Du Ming smiled and knew that the first round of bets in such places was not very high to attract people, usually starting from a meal.

  Du Ming nodded, "Alright, come on then."

  As he spoke, Du Ming had already picked up a cue stick and stood beside the billiard table. Song Hualun took two white balls and placed them on the starting line on the table, gesturing to Du Ming to hit the ball together with him.

  Du Ming and Song Hualun bent down together, swung their cues at the same time, and hit two white balls separately. The two white balls rolled out together, hit the bottom edge and then rolled back.

  Song Hua Lun pointed at the white ball he hit, "My distance from the bottom edge is closer, sorry about that, I'll start."

  Du Ming pouted and walked towards the ball table with a gesture of invitation, holding his own cue stick to one side.

  Song Hualun smiled, took out the balls that had just been potted from the ball bag, arranged them in a triangle on the table, placed the cue ball, aimed for half a day, and hit the white ball with a slap.

  With a loud crash, fifteen balls were hit and scattered in all directions, one of the flower-colored balls fell into a pocket with a thud.

  "I'm the flower ball," Song Hualun said to Du Ming, and turned to the side of the table again, hitting the ball once more. The white ball quickly hit another colored ball, knocking it into the pocket.

  Du Ming furrowed his brow and watched as Song Hualun continued to adjust the position, once again sending a colored ball into the pocket.

  By the fourth time, Song Hua Lun had adjusted the direction of the cue stick multiple times, but still couldn't find the right position, and the hit ball stopped just beside the pocket.

  Du Ming finally let out a sigh of relief and walked over to the ball table. "Alright, it's my turn now, brother."

  Du Ming finished speaking and bent down, aiming his body accurately and hitting a solid-colored ball without error. The ball plopped into the pocket.

  Du Ming then went to the other end of the table, slightly tilted his head and looked around for a while, finally found the direction, shot again, and put another colored ball into the pocket.

  However, the third ball Du Mingyan accidentally made a mistake, and the cue ball hit the edge of the table and rebounded back onto the table.

  Du Ming let out a sigh of regret, while Song Hualun returned to the table with a pleased expression and continued to play.

  This time Song Hua Lun scored two more goals. When it was Du Ming's turn, he only hit one goal.

  Next, Song Hualun continued to strike, playing at a high level, while Du Ming made frequent mistakes. In the end, when he was still three colored balls away from winning, Song Hualun struck and potted the black eight.

  The people around shouted out the voice of "add oil", Du Ming looked at Song Hualun with a gloomy face, holding the club in front of him, calculating the angle of hitting the ball.

  After calculating for half a day, Song Hualun put down the cue stick and smiled at Du Ming, "Sorry, old brother, I'm going to win this round."

  Song Hua Lun confidently placed the cue stick on the table, hit the white ball, and the white ball smoothly hit the black ball, which was shot into the pocket.

  The surrounding area erupted in cheers once again, with some people still marveling at Song Huairen's billiards skills.

  Du Ming's face turned even darker, and at this time, Bai Mei had already come over, standing beside Du Ming, pulling him gently, and said in a low voice, "Hey, aren't you supposed to earn us some drinking money? How come you haven't earned it yet but instead owe someone else for drinks?"

  "Tsk," Du Ming said discontentedly, "I was in a bad state this round, made too many mistakes. Let me play another round with him and I'll definitely win back the money for drinks, hey!" Du Ming shouted at Song Hualun, "Do you dare to play another round with me?! Counting the money we just bet on drinks, plus an additional hundred! Do you dare to compete?!"

  Song Hualun smiled slightly, "Why wouldn't I dare? Come on!"

  The white rose was worried and whispered to Du Ming, "I think your billiards skills are not as good as this person's. Let's not compete anymore, or we'll owe even more."

  Du Ming shook his head, "No way, I've already taken it just now was a mistake, this round I won't make another mistake!"

  Du Ming walked up to the table and placed two white balls on the line of service, "Come on!"

  Song Hualun and Du Ming hit the ball simultaneously again, and the two white balls collided with the bottom edge of the table, still closer to Song Hualun's baseline.

  Song Hualun smiled and said, "Oh, it's me again."

  Du Ming glared with his eyes wide open, looking very dissatisfied, and carried the golf club to one side.

  At this time, the onlookers around were excited to help the two people pick up the balls that had been played into the ball bag in the previous game and put them on the ball table, with a look of watching a good show.

  Song Hualun broke again this time he potted a solid so Du Ming would need to play a colour.

  Song Hualun hit three solid-colored balls in a row, and when it was Du Ming's turn, Du Ming didn't show weakness either, also hitting three colored balls.

  Du Ming looked at Song Hua Lun with a triumphant smile when he dropped the third ball, and Song Hua Lun raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems that you really have two moves after all."

  Then Song Hua Lun took the cue stick to a corner of the table, glanced at the position of the balls on the table, put his left hand beside the white ball, stood up with the cue stick in his right hand, and made a slight effort at the bottom of the white ball. The white ball jumped over a nearby flower-colored ball, hit a solid-colored ball, and was shot into the pocket.

  "Wah! Dunk shot! Awesome!"

  Du Ming curled his lip and muttered in a low voice, "What's the big deal? A fancy little trick."

  Du Ming didn't play as well in this game as he did in the previous one, and was clearly much stronger. He and Song Hualun took turns hitting the ball, with only a flower-colored ball and a black eight left on the table in the end.

  It's Song Hua Lun's turn to hit the ball now. He took a look at the situation on the table and gave Du Ming a thumbs up, saying "Your level is not bad, it's really rare for someone to be able to play billiards with me to this point. If you practice more and learn more, you can still make some progress."

  Du Ming snorted disdainfully, "You hit the ball quickly."

  Song Hualun smiled and nodded, walked to the side of the table, calculated the position and route, suddenly straightened up, turned around, with his back to the table, stretched out the cue stick from behind his back onto the table.

  Song Hualun tilted his head to observe the situation on the table again, and with a crisp sound, he stretched out his cue stick and hit the white ball.