waste heat

The ball hall in the Black Eight area has been very lively recently.

In addition to the upsurge of the game, the ball hall itself has its own traffic, and all things such as game festivals collide, and there are spectators in front of Hei Ba's gate.

Everyone was chattering about something, some people pointed at the shadow inside, some people opened the door to look, because Hei Ba couldn't accommodate so many people, he issued a visitor restriction order, for the reason of the competition, no one would feel disgusted.

After Liu Ju opened this ballroom, he got back to his roots within two years. He chose a good location and did a good job of publicity. He is not afraid that no one will come, but after so many years, as a professional ballroom, Liu Ju also has An unfulfilled dream is that there is no one who can represent their black eight. The celebrity who goes out from here, the professional ballroom cultivates a professional person, it will only make the name of the ballhouse more famous, and Liu Ju is not only for his own fame, but also Because he is also a member who loves billiards.

At the age of 39, after so many years, he finally saw a little hope.

"Boss Liu."

"coming."

Customers greeted him one after another, and Liu Ju nodded. He is easy-going, and everyone who comes here likes such a kind and joking boss. Liu Ju is familiar with many customers here, and discounts are often given to customers.

For example, Xu Yi, he originally thought that Xu Yi was their hope, but he was eliminated in the preliminary round. Of course, Liu Ju didn't think that Xu Yi's skills were too good. Xu Yi has been playing with him all these years, what? The technique is obvious to all. The failure was not because he was not good enough, but because the opponent was too strong.

"Is that kid here?" Liu Ju talked to a staff member, and looked around in the ball hall. The crowd drowned the target, so he could only ask the staff under him.

"Here comes the boss," the employee knew who the boss was referring to, and pointed to a direction, "It's on the way."

The current situation is different. The little classmate who was ridiculed before is now full of onlookers standing in front of the table, surrounding him. There is not even a little space for Liu Jujin to get in. Fortunately, he is the boss, otherwise he would It is also necessary to "retire to the second line" and take a bench to see the situation inside.

There were two figures in front of the ball table surrounded by crowds, one had just broken the game and finished a shot, reminding the opponent, while the other was squatting on the chair next to him, holding a pen and working hard on the problem, he was just too busy. Inkstone.

He is also a traffic player in Heibali.

It's been very popular recently.

After being reminded, Cheng Yan put down his pen, picked up the club, and started playing billiards.Others are already familiar with it. It is well known that there is a student in Heibali who is very skilled. He passed all the way and directly qualified for the provincial competition.Right now this round is not a competition, it is a round where Cheng Yan has already qualified for the competition, and during training, the black eight people let him compete.

Everyone said they wanted to see, there were ten places selected, and the other party was also a member who had qualified for the competition. Cheng Yan agreed to compete with him, so that he could find out how far his strength could go.

"Brother, please concentrate." Some elders expressed their opinions because he was too busy, not to blame, but to feel sorry for the younger brother, who had to do problems when he came to play.

"The papers are for self-study at night," Cheng Yan explained, "I can't do it."

Doing questions while playing billiards has become Cheng Yan's daily routine. The third year of senior high school has graduated, and they are the ones who will face the college entrance examination next time. There are more homework, and the test papers continue to be distributed even if they cannot be finished.

Even though he was single-minded, he did not disrespect his opponent, and fought with his strength. In this contest, those who were too busy to take care of themselves were calm and unhurried, while those who concentrated on playing were burnt out. Sure enough, it is not groundless.

The opponent was slow to solve the ball, and Cheng Yan used this spare time to write questions without any delay. He was used to such a busy life, and his life was so full that there was no sense of emptiness.

One side is the future, the other side is love, enough to fill a small heart.

"I won't fight anymore," the opponent quit, and said confidently, "I can't solve it."

Cheng Yan put down the club, packed his things and said, "Then I'll go back."

He had already finished the daily regular and fixed-point practice, hurriedly packed his schoolbag and put the textbooks in the backpack, and when he went back to eat, the evening self-study began.

He likes to stagger the time, others eat first after school, he doesn't want it, he has to finish the work, there will be less people in the cafeteria, or just buy some from the roadside stalls, it's more convenient, and it won't take up too much time.

"What the hell is it if you don't play?" Someone said, "Where is there a stop in billiards?"

The opponent looked hopeless: "It's not that I really don't want to fight, but you can't see that this is a defeat? Look at the ball he made. No matter how I play, I can't win."

The audience on the sidelines who couldn't see the mystery squinted their eyes, and their eyes were blind and they didn't understand what to do with the ball.

"Brother, come, water." A 20-year-old girl threw a bottle of water to Cheng Yan. She is a staff member here and already knows Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan didn't have time to refuse, the other party had already thrown it over, so he had no choice but to catch it.

"Thank you, sister." Cheng Yan smiled politely, put the backpack on his shoulders, put the clubs away, and said to everyone: "See you tomorrow."

It's like he's on a mission.

Some new friends who couldn't keep up with the information asked curiously: "Who is this boy? Are you all so enthusiastic?"

"On the road, it's amazing." Someone responded jokingly.

Cheng Yan went out and didn't go far. Someone called him from behind. He turned his head and saw the owner of the ball hall. Cheng Yan didn't know his name, but he only knew that he was called Boss Liu, because the boss was always there when he was playing games. , learned his identity from others.

Liu Ju greeted Cheng Yan, and after he stopped, he walked over in three steps at a time, put his trousers pockets in, and asked, "Didn't you eat?"

Cheng Yan didn't know what he meant: "Huh?"

Liu Ju smiled: "It's okay, please have a meal, do you have time?"

Cheng Yan did not refuse anyone who came, and evaded: "I'm sorry, I still have evening self-study."

Liu Ju clicked his tongue and had no choice but to give up, "Well, I'm the owner of this ballroom, you should know me, right?"

"I know." Cheng Yan said.

Liu Ju nodded: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you, Hei Ba, you come here often, and I will try my best to provide whatever you need in this ballroom. I don't charge you for playing."

Is there such a thing as a pie in the sky?What do you think when a boss chases you out and says that he will give you free, and will be free in the future, and also provide you with the services you need?You must not be happy first, as an adult, your instinctive reaction is to be vigilant, and so is Cheng Yan.

"What's the matter?" His voice was aimed at the other party's purpose. Cheng Yan is not a child, and he would not think that there is such a good thing as prostitution in the world, and everything has a stake in it.

Liu Ju was amused by his reaction, but he also knew that he should get such a reaction. He said, "Look at you, why are you so defensive? I'm a tee-off hall, so why not provide you the court for free?"

Cheng Yan didn't fall into the trap at all, and still said the same thing: "You can speak directly if you have something to say."

This is a kid who doesn't like to go around. Liu Ju recognized it. Who made this kid capable? For your venue and service, you only need to be able to mention the name of our ballroom in front of the interview or camera after you are selected for the national competition."

This is what the businessman thinks, Liu Ju is very frank, which makes Cheng Yan dispel his defensiveness towards him.

"I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to help you. The national competition is uncertain. The provincial competition hasn't started yet. I can't promise you something so far away." It's unknown where he can go , the boss is very grateful for his trust in him, but Cheng Yan feels that he is a little too blind. , The boss is thinking too much.

"Don't worry, if you enter, just mention it. If you don't enter, I will still provide you with this service. You will not be charged for it. You should be a friend." Liu Ju's words are already very sincere, he is not He was a reckless person, but it was the young man in front of him who made him see hope. Those few games were too eye-catching, overwhelming the crowd.

"Let's talk," Cheng Yan still did not let go: "Thank you for your kindness, my evening self-study is about to start, let's go first."

He didn't agree or veto it, but Liu Ju is an adult, he knows what the other party means, and it's in the consideration stage.

"Okay, let's talk about it after entering the national competition." Liu Ju sent him away, stood where he was, the glass door of the ballroom opened, and Xu Yi, the former star of the world, came out.

"Changed targets so soon? Boss Liu." Xu Yi sneered, but the two had a good relationship, and they were mostly joking.

"I don't want to change," Liu Ju turned his head and said, "I valued you at first, who made you get killed?"

Xu Yi stared at him, and the young man's self-esteem was rubbed against the ground, and he felt aggrieved.

"I'm pretty good. You didn't watch him fight Li Weisheng. Damn, I couldn't bear to watch that round..."

"It was cleared by one shot?" Liu Ju realized later, Xu Yi nodded and said it was even worse, Liu Ju said: "No wonder I haven't seen Lao Li recently."

Xu Yi said: "I don't want to come, I doubt life."

Liu Ju and Xu Yi laughed unkindly.

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Cheng Yan came back from the ballroom and bought an omelet on the side of the road, so he didn’t have to go to the cafeteria when he returned to school. He stood in front of the stall, and the baker was a grandma. Cheng Yan looked at his phone, and the grandma kept talking to him. He didn't listen carefully either. He was looking at the question Li Xiaoxiao sent him and asked him if he had done it.

Cheng Yan replied to her message.

——I wrote it, but I don’t know if it’s right, so I went back and said it.

Li Xiaoxiao replied with an "OK" emoji.

"Do you want chili?" Grandma held the tool, her hand froze in front of the chili sauce.

"Yes... No, no," Cheng Yan gave two answers in a row, then raised his head and said, "No, that's fine."

"Why do young people like to look at their mobile phones so much?" Grandma packed the omelette and said with concern: "Look less, it's dangerous to cross the road."

"Understood, thank you grandma." Cheng Yan didn't explain the English words in his mobile phone.

Along the way, I chewed on egg pancakes, stared at the screen of my phone, and raised my eyes to look at the road ahead from time to time. When I arrived at the school gate, an interface suddenly appeared on the English software, and a message popped up.

——Zaojiu applied to add you as a friend.

Cheng Yan clicked agree as if to deal with it, and then directly exited the WeChat interface without asking, and continued to look at the English software.

A minute later, the other party sent a message.

--brother.

Cheng Yan was confused by this name, had to quit, clicked into the information interface, and replied with an unfriendly question mark with a strong sense of distance.

Dirty wine [that, I am Xu Yi];

Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes and thought for a long time, but had no idea.

--Who?

1 minute typing...

Dirty wine [your defeated general];

Not being remembered, this is not the saddest thing, it is a reply that is worth 10 minutes later.

Cheng Yan【Oh, which one? 】;

Xu Yi's fingers froze at the top of the screen.