The atmosphere shifted. What started as casual fun had turned into full-on study sessions. People were analyzing everything - stances, angles, grip styles. Even the way someone leaned over the table became a topic of daeep discussion.
They watched every game, every shot, hoping to find that tiny detail that could give them an edge.
But above all, their eyes were locked on Hao whenever he so much as touched a cue stick. The storekeeper, in their eyes, sat comfortably at the top.
The one true master of billiards.
If Hao played even a single round, you could feel the air shift. Everyone would subtly edge closer, pretending to browse nearby shelves while secretly trying to memorize his every move.
Every break shot, every smooth tap of the cue ball - it was all sacred knowledge!
Behind Hao, the employees were their own terrifying mystery. Mo Xixi, the young store crew with a cold stare? Deadly precise.
