Hidden Assassin

"What... what's wrong..."

Mato yelled suddenly, startling everyone around him, and Yahan was also taken aback suddenly. She also trained in the martial arts gym, and when someone reached out to grab something in her hand, the first thing she did was clenched tightly like a conditioned reflex. When she turned her head, she saw Jia Ming standing beside her, handing over another glass of water.

"Drink this cup."

"Uh..." Although she couldn't figure out what it was for a while, since it was Jia Ming who said it, she nodded habitually, exchanged cups with Jia Ming, took a sip, and found that Jia Ming dropped her ball. The rod was also taken, with a harmless smile on his face.

"Can you substitute, Mr. Zhang, you are also tired from playing. I will replace you in this round."

Just like this, he rushed out suddenly without saying hello, and took away the cup in Yahan's hand for no reason. Coupled with Mato's sudden cry, everyone couldn't figure out what was going on for a while. Lin Wanzhen laughed and said, "Should you fight on behalf of Yahan? Little brother, what is your relationship with Yahan?"

Jiaming shrugged his shoulders, looked back at Yahan, Yahan hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "Well, he is my younger brother, Gu Jiaming, Jiaming, Wanzhen is my classmate in college, I was in Cambridge She was fine with me then."

"Hello, sister Wanzhen." Jia Ming said with a smile like a standard three-good student. Everyone thought that Zhang Jingan only had one daughter, Yahan. Where did the younger brother come from? Thinking about such a big clan, cousins ​​and cousins ​​are naturally indispensable, but judging by his intimacy when talking to Yahan, it is obvious that he is very close to Zhang Jingan's branch. Some people secretly remember this name, maybe in the future the property of the Zhang family will fall into the hands of these collaterals.

After introducing Lin Wanzhen, there was also Ma Tuo who was staring at the water cup in Jia Ming's hand. After greeting each other, Yahan also frowned slightly, looked at the cup in Jiaming's hand, and then turned to Mato who was aside. Although she didn't attend many such gatherings on weekdays, she had already seen a lot of people in the world, and met Mato's twinkling eyes. Based on Jia Ming's attitude, he had a preliminary guess in his heart.

"So... are you coming?"

Putting the glass on the edge of the billiard table as if nothing had happened, Jiaming tapped the glass with his fingers and looked at Mato with a smile. Mato hesitated for a moment, then nodded unnaturally: "Oh... of course... who will kick off first?"

"Kick-off, you start first." Seeing Mato coming, Jia Ming picked up the glass and put it on a small platform beside Yahan, and then waved his hand. "Wait, let's talk about it first. This is usually a bit of a lottery. How much do you play?"

"one hundred……"

"Too little," before he could finish, Jia Ming interrupted him casually. Then he took out his wallet, "One hundred yuan is not fun at all, sister Yahan, how much do you think is better... Uh, it's nerve-wracking, I don't have much money on me, sister Yahan, can you Lend me some?"

A sentence was uttered like chirping beans. Matto didn't even have room to speak. At this moment, Yahan looked at the glass next to her, and then at Jiaming who was talking, her expression was a little dazed, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't react until Jiaming called her. Reaching out to open the handbag: "Uh...how much do you want?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Jia Ming laughed: "As much as you want."

Including Yahan, everyone was stunned, and then the surrounding crowd began to whisper. Yahan is Zhang Jingan's only daughter, and as we all know, Zhang Jingan treats this daughter very leniently. Being a teacher at Sacred Heart Academy is just her profession and hobby. If you count the strength behind her, this gentle woman in front of her can use hundreds of millions of funds at any time as long as she needs it. So, what is the concept of how much you want, and how can you borrow money like this.

It's nothing if the lottery of one hundred yuan rises to one thousand or ten thousand. If he didn't make money by himself, at most he would be called a dude by others. But the boy in front of him was obviously aiming at Mato from the very beginning, and he was going to use this billiards game to kill him - the premise was that his billiards level was extremely good.

We are not fools. At this moment, they have already smelled the unusual atmosphere in the air, and their eyes are turning between Ma Tuo, Ya Han, and the glass of water. Lin Wanzhen was about to speak, but she shut her mouth when she thought of this—if that What's the problem with the glass of water, that's what he deserves--inviting people to the house to play, and then drugging people, doing things, in some rich and uneducated young people, it's not really counted rare. But in this kind of thing, either you like it or I want it, everyone takes drugs and throws a promiscuity party at home, and no one can talk, or the family who has been drugged has no power and power, and spends a sum of money afterwards, even if it is a lawsuit. I won't be afraid either. However, if you do this kind of thing to Yahan, it's hard not to remind people of Yahan's family background... Mato, has his head been run over by a car...

Although his family is also from the underworld, Mato is not a habitual offender when it comes to such things. He was a little panicked when he was impulsively said by Yi Huaying and then exposed by others, and he didn't know what to say at this time. After seeing Yahan froze for a moment, she took out a checkbook from her handbag, and wrote the amount on it, and then, a voice that seemed softer than before came out.

"In the past few years, the salary and extra money at Sacred Heart College have been used up. There is still a little over one million...Although the account can also be overdrawn, but... one million, okay?"

After receiving the check, Jia Ming smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "It's so-so." Then, the check was thrown directly on the table, "Look, I have borrowed money. If it's not too little, let's start."

one million.

No one will think this is a friendly match anymore.

Mato wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, of course he could refuse. But the problem lies in the Zhang family's attitude towards themselves in the future. Although I am currently working in other places, and my younger brother is also studying in other places, but my father is in the underworld in Jianghai City. With the power of the Zhang family, if he has to be punished because of this incident, it is absolutely nothing with their family's numerous criminal records. There is a way to go.

As Yi Huaying said, he came into contact with Yahan before because of Yahan's beauty and family background, and his experience in Cambridge; I didn't hold much hope, but Yi Huaying gave him this hope just now: Yahan's attitude towards him seems to be better than Xu Mo, he has hope, and after some analysis, this hope seems to be on the rise again suddenly. If the time is lost, Yahan can even cry for the man she likes all night, and can refuse Xu Mo and everyone else's date and love, so what is she smiling at herself? for yourself. Maybe she's here to meet the one she likes -- that's something that both of them thought about, but neither said. .

So in an instant, Yahan herself, the huge background and power behind her, suddenly seemed to be far away from her again. What people are afraid of is not disappointment, but hope. Regardless of whether Yi Huaying was instigating because of Xu Mo's dislike for him, the final result is that he was indeed tempted by what he said. Prescribing medicine is a trivial matter. He has heard countless people say it and seen many people have done it. Who knew that he would be so unhappy.

The problem is how to solve it now. It's not that the family has no money, but it still hurts him to spend one million. It's not that he can't refuse this game of billiards, but he dare not refuse. This child is playing on behalf of Yahan, and Yahan took out one million. Does this mean that Yahan, who has always been soft-hearted, intends to suppress this matter, as long as he plays this game, no matter whether he wins or loses—— he wins Naturally, I have to return the money—everything will be peaceful after that.

"Subconsciously, he still said the truth: "I don't have so much money with me for the time being..."

"It doesn't matter, I believe in your character. If you win, you can take the money. If you lose, just write an IOU." Jia Ming smiled and took out a coin, "Then you kick off the head, and I kick off the tail. What? Sample?"

Mato looked at Yahan's expressionless face with some hesitation. Afterwards, Yi Huaying, who had just talked to Jia Ming's two cousins, came from behind and whispered something in Ma Tuo's ear. Mato gritted his teeth and finally nodded: "Start."

The boy can't play billiards very well. It's okay if I want to win against him, first win the game, and then confess to Yahan - of course I can't ask for a check - that's all I can do for the time being, it's better to say that I just lose.

After some thought, he decided that he still wanted to win first. Then it is more sincere to confess to Yahan. However, the development of things did not give him much room for choice.

The result of the coin toss was that Mato teed off first. He has worked hard in billiards, and has a record of scoring 98 points in one stroke. His confidence is not much worse than that of professional players. Of course, it is difficult for anyone to score the first shot. After one shot, the white ball stopped with a light touch next to the red ball, leaving Jia Ming with a meaningless start.

Walking to the edge of the stage, Jiaming touched it with a stick. The red ball is scattered a little bit, but of course it doesn't make much sense.

According to this, the next shot can start to score points...Mato thought in his heart. Knock the red balls out a little more. However, the white ball is still next to the red ball. In the eyes of everyone, there are almost no goals that can be scored in one stroke. Jia Ming took a breath and supported the table with both hands. After sitting there for more than half a minute, he suddenly bent down.

In an instant, there was a crisp bang on the table, and fifteen red balls flew away. The first red ball next to the white ball hit the second ball hard, and the second ball then hit the edge of the table. Bounce back and knock the third out. Straight into the bag.

first point.

"It's good luck, I got one." Lin Wanzhen who was on the side laughed.

Without too much hesitation, Jiaming walked to the other side of the table, leaned over, and the white ball went straight to the black ball with the highest score, pocketed it, and scored eight points. This ball is considered a straight line, so everyone is not too surprised. After the black ball was taken out and set up, Jia Ming made a smooth shot, and another red ball went into the pocket.

Nine points.

When the black ball went into the pocket for the second time, Mato's face changed, and the people around him also showed surprise eyes, and more people gathered around. Dongfang Wan, who had been wandering around the ballroom and the grass, also came over, looking at Jiaming and the table with a surprised look on her face.

From inviting him out at the beginning, to shopping for clothes and prom. No matter what he does, he has never been able to give people much sense of presence. Mixed in the crowd, he really looked a bit ordinary. There is nothing special in appearance and temperament, but at this time, this temperament has completely changed.

Staring at the table, calculating accurately, leaning over, and hitting the ball, Jia Ming seemed to have completely become the most professional billiard player at this time. Even the ordinary suit he was wearing seemed to become more upright at this time, and the atmosphere around the table became extraordinarily fierce just because of him alone.

Is this...is the result of Sister Suyan's teaching...

Red ball, black ball, red ball, black ball... Snooker's rule is to score a red ball, and then score any colored ball, and the score of scoring a black ball is the highest. Calculated, if one stroke clears the table, The highest score is 147 points. For professional players, the number of times a stroke is over 100 is the measure of strength. As for Kan Jiaming's attitude at this time, he is obviously aiming for 147 points in an orderly manner. points to this goal. When the black ball scored for the sixth time, there were already forty-eight points on the scoreboard, and the table was crowded with people. Not far away, the two cousins ​​of the Huang family stared wide-eyed, as if they were watching the game they had never seen before. aliens ever.

Forty-nine points.

fifty-six points...

Fifty-seven points...

When the black ball went into the hole for the tenth time and scored eighty points, Jia Ming finally made his first mistake. The red ball didn't go in, but the white ball stuck to the red ball and stopped at the most tricky angle. However, the highest score of one stroke is one hundred and forty-seven in snooker. Unless Jia Ming continues to make fouls and deduct points, Mato has no chance of winning.

He exhaled. Jia Ming raised his hand to the sweaty Mato: "It's your turn."

With the level that Jia Ming has just shown, fouling is almost impossible. So the next shot. Mato failed to hit the red ball.

Standing up from the side with the club in his arms, Jia Ming began to finish.

Beside the pool table, Yahan watched quietly, as if she had lost her soul.

No one can imagine how much she cherishes the relationship with Jia Ming.

It’s been more than three months since the cold war, and it’s been almost two months since we haven’t seen each other. She was the one who proposed not to talk or communicate anymore. After that, Jiaming lived happily with Lingjing and Shasha, but she hid in the dark alone. Let loneliness and pain gnaw at my heart.

Inundating yourself with a huge workload at school doesn't mean you can really forget about these things. Overwork and insomnia every night caused her to have a relapse at the beginning of July. In the cold hospital, she recalled the scene when Jia Ming and the others sent her to the hospital last year. Jia Ming enthusiastically helped her settle down. In the situation of forced marriage, he, Lingjing, and Shasha also took turns to visit her every day. They were good friends at that time, but now they are flirtatious men and shameful rivals in love. The three of them spent every day happily, but she could only think about these things, and then she cried out with heartache... What else could she do....

I can only cry and cry, cry and cry...

After recovering from the illness, her family would not let her take care of any school affairs. It gave her more time to recall, and then Matto came, and she was grateful for this senior who took care of her in Cambridge. Going to Cambridge alone was equivalent to running away from home without the support of family members. These foreign students at the school helped her a lot, not materially, but more spiritually, so she always remembered these things thing.

Mato is interested in her, she may be able to sense it, but of course it is impossible to just press and say something to refuse, that would be too smug. What's more, she had to receive someone who came to the door every day, and she didn't dare to cry too much when recalling and crying at night, lest people would see the red circles under her eyes. Speaking of this point, Mato told her On the contrary, it has some positive meanings-she is a conservative woman after all, and she said directly in front of the principal, "I'm broke in love and I need to ask for leave", but now I can't do it anyway.

Going to the dance with Ma Tuo was just a trivial matter, but meeting Jia Ming was the first major event for her in several months. Seeing Jia Ming being held by Dongfang Wan, she felt so resentful that she couldn't add more—that guy was playing tricks again. Dongfang Wan was also hooked up by him—this emotion seemed to be complaining: I should be the first one if you want to put your heart into it. This is of course just a thought.

She refused to say hello to Jia Ming, imagining that Jia Ming, who has always been polite, would come and speak on his own initiative—this kind of emotion is simply drinking poison to quench her thirst—but she didn't expect Jia Ming to think that she should not disturb her again, even if the two were separated by a short distance After grilling for a long time, I still refused to go over. The resentment in her heart increased, and she talked and laughed with Mato for a long time, and thought of her unrequited love all this time, her heart was miserable, and she ate an unpalatable chicken wing with hatred. After passing the toilet and coming out, seeing Jiaming sitting on the corridor eating, I couldn't help but want to pass there.

She is not the kind of woman who only knows how to be willful. The strong sense of morality in her heart makes her feel that she should not get close to Jiaming, because there is no result anyway. But the weight of her tears for more than two months made her breathless, and she walked over in a strange way, two thoughts fighting in her body, one made her go back, and the other made her meet on purpose or unintentionally. When the winner is determined, we will really see it.

After more than two months, we finally had our first conversation. She was calm on the surface, but she was so excited that she couldn't add more. Especially after Jiaming took the initiative to clarify the relationship with Dongfang Wan, the original resentment was swept away. However, in this happy emotion, various thoughts such as expectation, pain, struggle, etc. come one after another. She shouldn't have come, because this man could never belong to her anyway. But she knew she shouldn't come, but she just couldn't help it, even if she couldn't help it, she knew she really shouldn't come...

Then Matto came and asked her to play pool. Originally I wanted to say "I'm not going", but my body had already stood up before this idea was confirmed, so I had no choice but to say goodbye. In the following time, her heart seemed to be grinded back and forth by a saw that was stretched tightly by a thick grass rope. Countless slices.

Then, Mato brought water, and Jiaming came over. Until now... This billiards game was played for her, but her mind was not here at all. Looking at Jiaming, she didn't know what was going on in her mind. Sometimes she thought of the glass of water beside her. Mato put it. He is too hateful—so she just took out a million—of course, if Jia Ming said "borrow as much as you have" not for Mato, she would more likely call Dad immediately and ask him to transfer tens of millions.

But sometimes she thought, maybe she should thank Mato for the glass of water, if it wasn't for him, why would Jiaming come here again. She remembered what happened before Jiaming. He used to beat home for Lingjing, play basketball for Shasha, and sing for Lingjing on Christmas Eve. Back then, he expected the three of them to be just friends. Thinking about it now, he didn't do anything spectacular for himself. But now he also played billiards for himself. She heard the score in her ears, listened to everyone's surprise, and looked at Jiaming's focused posture. At this moment, I suddenly felt that he seemed to be my own, without Lingjing or Rusha...

She looked at it like this, thinking. Thoughts jump here from time to time, and jump away from time to time. In the end, the incomparable misery leaked out from the heart, and the eye sockets gradually became wet. Seeing is the unbearable tears. She sniffed, turned her head to look at the glass beside her, stretched out her hand and pushed it, the glass fell over, splashed water, and the glass was smashed to pieces. Jia Ming glanced over, she turned her head, separated from the crowd and ran out. Fortunately, people were looking at Jia Ming, but they didn't see her crying.

"Sorry, let me go, I'm going to the bathroom, sorry, let me go..."

As she spoke, she gradually squeezed out of the crowd, leaving the last few colored balls on the table. Jia Ming stopped with a blank expression while holding the club. Looking at the pile of debris, I don't know what I was thinking...