The white cue ball settled neatly in place, ready for the break.
Another function Hao appreciated.
No need to set things up by hand.
No careful triangle lining.
No fidgeting with spacing.
He could arrange it himself if he really wanted to - but why would he, when the table could do it better every time?
Peak technology, really.
Yan Shu'er took a deep breath.
This was it. Her first shot.
She'd watched every move Hao did earlier and now went full copycat mode - feet planted, cue resting between her fingers, doing that slow back-and-forth motion with the stick like she knew what she was doing.
Back… forth… back… pause…
And…
She struck.
Sort of.
The cue tapped the white ball with the gentleness of a sleepy kitten pawing tofu.
The ball rolled forward.
Slower.
Slower…
Slower…
It stopped.
Right in the middle of the table.
Far from the triangle.
Didn't even touch a single other ball.
Nothing scattered.
Nothing moved.
