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 Yin Guo found that he played 9 goals, which was his own game.
 "This is an amateur," Su Wei pointed to Lin Yiyang's back and whispered to Yin Guo, "Berry said he was challenging for a regional championship here."
 Yin Guo nodded lightly, it turned out to be an amateur.
 Berry was talking, and Su Wei was relaying: "And this regional champion has already won three games in this room. This is his blessed place. Berry also said that three thousand dollars is too rash."
 Yin Guo didn't understand the amount of betting here, so he didn't say anything.
 Three thousand dollars is indeed not a small amount.
 Lin Yiyang held the orange ball himself and handed the yellow ball to the opponent.
 Yin Guo knew that they were about to compete for the kick-off.
 He and the regional champion walked to the side of the table and each put the ball on the tee line.
 Quiet all around.
 Yin Guo and Su Wei stopped talking softly. Both of them know very well that in the nine-ball game, the right to tee off is very important, and the chance of winning is much greater if they get it, so as soon as the two players start the game, they have to win the right to serve once.
 The rules are very simple, two people have to hit the ball together at the tee line, and after each ball hits the opposite bank, it bounces back. Whoever is closest to himself when the ball stops, wins.
 In the silence of the room, there were two slight knocks.
 The two **** rolled out almost at the same time, drawn a straight trajectory on the blue table, hit the opposite side of the ball at the same time, and bounced back at a constant speed.
 The speed of the two **** is getting slower and slower.
 Yin Guo stared at them, she almost knew the result—
 Slowly, slowly, Lin Yiyang's orange ball surpassed the opponent's yellow ball. The ball rolled in front of Lin Yiyang, stopped against the edge of the table, no more, no less, and stuck to the shore of the ball, no closer than this.
 Yellow Ball was also in the applause, stopped, only 1cm behind.
 In the face of the 1cm gap, Lin Yiyang won.
 "Who will be the referee?" Lin Yiyang picked up the white ball and placed it on the serving line.
 "I, I'll come." Berry volunteered.
 He originally came for the regional championship, but after watching Lin Yiyang's beautiful blow, his emotions were even higher.
 He came to be the referee, he came to ensure fairness, in fact, he wanted to make sure that Lin Yiyang just got away with it.
 There is a low long light on the table, which casts a soft white light on the blue table top. The light is very low, so low that it can only illuminate the position below his waist. Berry quickly stacks the **** in a nice diamond shape on the table.
 He switched to green powder and smeared the clubhead.
 On the side of the table, leaned down, looked down on the white ball, and aimed the clubhead. One hit.
 While the ball was pocketed, others had circled to the right side of the billiard table, caught up with the next blow, and another ball was pocketed. As soon as Yin Guo saw the pocket, he switched to the next position again and hit the ball quickly.
 Is this for a fastball?
 In general competitions, few people will play fastball, because it is all about career and world ranking games, and you must play steadily. On the contrary, there will be opportunities to meet fastball masters in the ball room.
 Some people just want to be fast and beautiful, but they have high requirements for positioning and accuracy.
 The faster, the more accurate.
 The nine ball is different from the middle eight, and you can only hit the ball with the smallest number on the table.
 Ball 1, Ball 2, Ball 3…
 In the end, when there were three **** 7, 8 and 9 left on the table, he hit the 7th ball with the white ball and let the 7th ball hit the 9th ball, and the two **** were pocketed one after another.
 The round ended with applause.
 In the nine-ball game, whoever scores the No. 9 ball in the end is the winner.
 He won. One shot clearing.
 She stared at Lin Yiyang's back, looked at him, and smeared the club head with skillful powder again.
 If you don't play fastball, in the official game, every shot is very important, and every shot must be played with skillful powder. This is to stabilize the mind and prepare for the next shot.
 Unlike tonight, it was more of a show.
 "It's still too late, everyone," this time it wasn't Lin Yiyang who was inviting, but the excited Berry, who said in English with a smile, "We can still raise, there are fifteen games in total. Don't miss it, everyone."
 Everyone laughed and raised money.
 Lin Yiyang's first game conquered all the strangers present, including the regional champion. Maybe before, he was still this ball room and the champion of this region. Tonight, I am afraid it will be a terrible match.
 …
 "He really looks like a professional." Su Wei sighed softly.
 In the end, he hit faster and faster.
 The rod is in place, the ball is pocketed. No mistakes, zero mistakes.
 You don't see him stop, aim, nothing at all, just the ball keeps dropping and he keeps changing to the next position. This is the first time Yin Guo has seen someone play fastball all the way up close.
 In the tenth inning, the No. 9 ball was hit and fell directly into the bottom pocket under everyone's attention.
 Lin Yiyang stood up straight.
 Fifteen games have not been played, and tonight's bet has been won. Perfect finish.
 The regional champion who was sitting on the billiard chair and watched the last round stood up, stretched out his right hand to him, and smiled very happily. This is the hearty feeling of meeting his opponent. After losing convincingly, naturally there is no complaint.
 "It's an honor." Lin Yiyang held the club in one hand and shook hands with the opponent.
 The other side patted his arm heavily: "Young man, tell me, is there you in this year's U.S. Open? You must have signed up, right?"
 Lin Yiyang smiled and shook his head. He put the club back in place and put it on the club rack.
 Unlike these professional players, even if he came to bet such a huge round of billiards, he did not bring his own clubs, but only used the public clubs provided by the club.
 The owner of the ballroom smiled and handed him a towel, along with a cup of hot water, which Lin Yiyang asked for from the owner just before the last game. He is thirsty.
 Lin Yiyang held the mouth of the cup and took a small sip, moistening his throat. He was drinking water with his head down in the old beauty beside him. It seemed that he really spent a lot of energy and was seriously short of water. Almost, after drinking a small half cup. He raised his head, as if he had just seen Yin Guo, he fixed his eyes on her, and smiled to himself: "Hi."
 She was going to wait for Lin Yiyang to finish drinking the water, and then came forward to say hello.
 "Hi." She waved her right hand lightly.
 Because I was nervous watching the game, I didn't speak for a long time, and my voice was still a little hoarse.
 Unconsciously clearing his throat.
 "You know each other?" Su Wei asked Yin Guo in surprise.
 "Are you friends?" the losing regional champion also asked Lin Yiyang at the same time.
 "Not long after we met," Lin Yiyang put the water glass on the billiard chair, looked at her seriously, and said in English to the gossipy people present, "I really hope she treats me as a friend."
 …
 "Of course," Yin Guo, in the eyes of everyone, seemed to have done something bad and admitted his mistake, with a correct attitude and sincere tone, "We have always been friends."
 Lin Yiyang was amused by her seriousness, and changed back to Chinese: "Just kidding, don't take it seriously."
 Yin Guo also breathed a sigh of relief, and replied in Chinese: "I thought I was the wrong person at first."
 Lin Yiyang smiled and said nothing.
 However, he seemed to be in a good mood. He quickly took out a sticky note from his trousers pocket, handed it to the regional champion, and told him that this was his classmate's account. If he lost money, he could just put it into this account.
 The regional champion happily took it and said with a smile that he would save money and wait for another game with Lin Yiyang.
 "There should be no next time." Lin Yiyang said.
 The other party didn't take it seriously and patted him on the shoulder: "You are welcome here at any time."
 The crowd quickly dispersed, and each returned to his own table. Because of Lin Yiyang's wonderful game, they were all motivated to play. It didn't take long for everyone to start tonight's battle in full swing.
 Only they are quiet here.
 Yin Guo introduced Su Wei to Lin Yiyang: "Su Wei, came with me."
 Lin Yiyang nodded.
 He handed a bill to the waiter and whispered. After a while, the waiter came over with two drinks, he picked it up and handed it to Yin Guo and Su Wei.
 After Su Wei thanked, she was dragged away by Berry, went to start a game, and turned around to thank her as she walked.
 Yin Guo stayed here alone.
 She bit the straw and sat on the pool chair next to Lin Yiyang's table, leaning against the wall, with both feet on the bar under the chair, watching the battle situation at the next table.
 Suddenly realizing that there was no one around Lin Yiyang, he looked back and smiled at Lin Yiyang.
 Lin Yiyang was leaning against the pool table, playing with a white ball.
 Quiet.
 This was the first time the two were alone, without Meng Xiaotian present.
 He put the white ball in his hand on the tee line: "Why did you come so far?"
 He knew the location of Yin Guo's hotel, and of course he knew very well that her hotel was far away from the ball room.
 "Berry, who was talking to you just now, was brought by him. I heard that there are a lot of contestants here tonight, come and have a look," Yin Guo thought for a while, and then explained, "I signed up for the U.S. Open. "
 Lin Yiyang nodded. Actually he knew.
 From the first day at the bar, seeing a club box on three suitcases in the corner, Lin Yiyang knew that the siblings were here for the Open. Hiding in a bar with a custom club on a Blizzard day is just that reason, this identity.
 But at that time, he thought the club belonged to his younger brother.
 Seeing that he didn't speak, Yin Guo continued to bite the straw.
 There are a lot of questions in my heart, but I don’t know them well, and I’m not used to chatting like friends, so I have to hold back.
 Lin Yiyang took out the **** he had just hit from the bag one by one, put them on the table, and arranged the nine **** into a diamond shape. She thought he wanted to start a new game, not that he just wanted to tidy up the table.
 After everything was done, he picked up his winter clothes from the chair: "That friend of yours lives in the same hotel as you?"
 He pointed at Su Wei with his eyes.
 Su Wei was leaning over, aiming for the ball she was about to hit, at a table in the distance, by the door.
 "It's not a family, but it's not far away," she also thought about the question of going back, "but she lives in Flushing tonight, her boyfriend's house, I guess I have to go back by myself."
 Lin Yiyang had already put on his winter clothes and zipped up: "I'll take you back."
 give me?
 "Are you on your way?"
 Probably not, the first night when I took a taxi, the driver clearly said that he would take Yin Guo and the others to the hotel, and it was a detour to Queens.
 "I'm a man, it doesn't matter how late I go back," Lin Yiyang glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "You're different."
 is quite late. Her friend also warned her seriously that she should never go out alone at night as a girl, in addition to living in Manhattan in New York. Because she knew that Yin Guo had to practice in the ball room until it was dark, and told her that Meng Xiaotian would pick her up back to the hotel every day.
 But it's too far from the hotel, and let him take a detour to see him off?
 It's not safe to eat too many favors from people, right?
 Yin Guo was still confused.
 "Are you afraid I'll sell you?" Lin Yiyang joked with her.
 "No, no," Yin Guo shook his head, "I don't want to trouble you all the time."
 "It should be," he said. "I'm a man, and there's no excuse for sending girls home."
 Lin Yiyang didn't give her a chance to think about it, he pointed to the clothes and bags that Yin Guo had piled on the billiard chair next to him, meaning to let her put them on. , and check out with the boss.
 The old rule, whoever wins the ball, pays the table rent.
 Yin Guo didn't have time to think about it, she returned the cup to the bar, went to say hello to Su Wei, put on a down jacket, carried her bag, and followed Lin Yiyang who pushed open the door.
 In less than fifteen innings, it was already snowing outside.
 "I'll take a car, wait a minute," Yin Guo took out his phone from the pocket of his down jacket.
 "It's been so long, and you're still taking a taxi? Why don't you take the subway?"
 "I came last year and sat in the wrong place several times. Later, I didn't dare to sit casually." She was also depressed.
 Yin Guo was also distressed. In fact, the entrance to her hotel was the subway entrance, so she didn't need to take a taxi all the time. But when she thinks of the subway, she has a psychological shadow.
 The subway here is over a hundred years old, and many of the carriages are very dilapidated. She is not afraid of getting dirty, but she is afraid that there is no electronic display screen in the subway car, because it is not her native language to announce the station, so she has to listen to the station name carefully throughout the process.
 Worst of all, usually this kind of broken car, the station horn is often broken.
 Once there is no broadcast sound, it will become a fool.
 She once sat in a subway car with no electronic display screen and no station announcements twice in a row, and she happened to encounter the subway's draft, and it didn't stop for four stops.
 Lin Yiyang smiled in the snow filled with goose feathers.
 He pressed Yin Guo's phone and pointed to her hat: "Put it on, we have to walk three intersections, and it takes at least fifteen minutes to get to the subway entrance. Follow me, you can't lose it."
 After he finished speaking, he put Yin Guo's club barrel on his back and walked into the wind and snow.
 Yin Guo put on his hat and followed him closely. It was so cold that he didn't dare to take his hands out of his pockets.
 Her boots kept stepping on fresh footprints on a layer of fresh snow, following in Lin Yiyang's footsteps. Lin Yiyang was looking at the condition of the car. He lowered his head and saw the pair of little boots walking very fast, and he was tired.
 He was used to striding, and never tried to slow down for anyone. Tonight, it was very graceful and slowed down.
 When he slowed down, Yin Guo breathed a sigh of relief.
 She breathed white air, walked silently with him for five minutes. It's not right to be so quiet, I need to find something to talk about.
 "Do you like to gamble?" She took the initiative to chat.
 "generally."
 "It's all such a large amount? Or does this place like such a big bet?" Yin Guo was taken aback when he heard the numbers just now, but he didn't expect such a large amount.
 Lin Yiyang shook his head: "One of my classmates was betting with others, and he didn't dare to come after he made a heavy bet. He kept begging me for half a month."
 Lin Yiyang stopped, they had reached the intersection after a while.
 There is a red light in front of you, and you have to wait for the green light.
 Seeing that Yin Guo was so quiet, he looked down at her: "Why don't you ask?"
 "I was thinking, are they good friends?"
 The trip from Washington to Flushing, New York, must have been for a very important friend.
 Lin Yiyang shook his head, not counting.
 "I want to invite someone to dinner, but I don't have money," he noticed that the green light had changed, put his hand on Yin Guo's back, pushed her onto the sidewalk, and walked to her right. "It's a quid pro quo."
 It turns out that Yin Guo was crossing the road and thinking, he really likes to invite people to dinner.
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 In the past, no matter how hard I tried and how much I worked, there would always be a feeling of emptiness that I couldn’t get rid of. Since life is not fair, why try to get it together it like this? There is nowhere to go, nothing I really hope for, and no one to be with.
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 I finally met you during the blizzard.
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 Soon after knowing that she was going to marry Song Shi An, Su Tang made a firm resolution to barter to get a bill of divorce within one month!
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 Has lightning, dog blood, even more it has big meat. Love steamed buns, love beautiful meals, as well as love household tussles.
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 “Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”
 Shen Yuan transmigrated into someone who’d tormented the young male lead almost to death, the scum villain Shen Qingqiu.
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 Ten thousand “fuck your moms” rampaged through Shen Qingqiu’s heart:
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 Why, as a scum villain, does he need to constantly sacrifice himself, blocking knife and gun for the protagonist!
 Shen Qingqiu: “…I think I can still save him, one more time.”
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 She is an expert in medicine, the only daughter of Yun Tian, Yun Valley’s master.
 Her parents died, leaving her alone in this world. She fell from heaven to hell. She had a marriage prospect but her future husband broke it off. The entire world view her as a joke.
 She blossoms in Feng Yun Hall, with unparalleled wisdom and startling beauty.
 Against all the people eager to make a move, she lifts her hand first. Kill the chicken to warn the monkey.
 But nobody knows that the soul within her has long been replaced by someone from another world.
 She has no regret in the past life and originally plans to live an idyllic life, but because of the same question from the past life, she gives up the peaceful life and steps into the power struggle for imperial power.
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 Yang Wei and Qi Xiao Yan had been married for a year and were unable to reach mutual understanding on many topics, except for one——divorce!
 They didn’t know that there was still one more thing they also reached a strong, mutual understanding on——
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 In short: Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi end up happily remarrying each other.
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 Once through, blind mother, lame father, little wife, and a severely malnourished wife and brother who was only three years old, and a famine that lasted for two years.
 Qi You: This is not so difficult. 
 Fortunately, his supernatural power also followed through TUT
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 The world regained consciousness.
 It was surprised to find ‘little animals’ doing a lot of ‘unauthorised’ things on its body.
 At midnight, in the year of 2018, a voice appeared in the minds of all citizens: “Hello, parasites.”
 A reaper gong, who doesn’t like to talk and strikes once to hit ten VS a fake white lotus and river god shou, who pits to kill.
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 A mysterious black card issues a different amount of money each week and Shi Lei must spend it all within a week’s time. Otherwise, he will be welcomed by the black card’s punishments.
 “Spending money is really tiring.” —- Shi Lei said.
 “I will set a small goal first, such as spend a hundred million……” —- Shi Lei said in self-satisfaction.
 “The one thing I regret the most in life is having infinite money to burn without a choice.” —- Shi Lei finally said.
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 Voice Actor gong x Musical Actor shou
 This is a story about ‘learning how to fly again after the wings of your dreams are broken.’
 This is also a story about ‘how to love others and also love yourself.’
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 Wei Shao’s part.
 At first, Marquis of Yan, Wei Shao, was advised to marry the Qiao’s daughter : “The Qiao’s family has been in the Eastern County for three generations, although declining, but deeply honored, like the hundred-foot insects that die but not stiff. My Lord is majestic and powerful. The family of Qiao has begged the Lord, so why not take the daughter of the Qiao family and use her?”
 Later, Wei Shao finally understood and hit his own face. It’s hurt, really hurt.
 Xiao Qiao’s part.
 Hmm, men are indeed cheap bones. The Emperor is the same.
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 Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.
 Outside the red tent, her husband laughed and drank with the beauties by his side as they watched…
 When the red was torn, pieces of it were carried away by the wind. As she stepped out with difficult steps, the silver hair danced in the wind. Exactly whose heart was the one that was hurt in the end?
 “How…how could it be you?” A voice filled with disbelief, he who always believed himself to be cold and unfeeling, fell into the pits of hell, filled with pain and regret for eternity.
 For this imperial power, there are countless hidden plots. She hid her capabilities and bided her time, only desiring for a safe haven. In the end, her wish did not come true, and she fell into the hands of someone else as a chess piece.
 The tale of a time-traveling woman who gets forced to the point of no return, turning her black hair into white. Should she bow to her fate and submit? Or should she fight back and glow brilliantly?
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 Du Yun Xiu is a very gentle and kind person. He can throw away his chance to be successful in his career for a one-sided love that has no solution. He will stand up to a mafia boss for an actress he does not know.
 When the media exposes his se*ual orientation, to cover up for the other person, he does not utter a complaint, and he faces the discrimination all by himself, to the point it brings him down to the pitch of hell with no return.
 Even after he was dead, standing in front of his own grave, he still does not have any grudge against Xie Yi, he even takes Xie Yi as his motivation to urge himself to be more successful in his new life.
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 “At the end of the song the man is drunk, so much like the tears by Poyang River. Ten thousand miles of easterly winds; the country is broken, the mountains and rivers reflect only red.” 
 ~A line from Shorthand Tablature of Magnolia Blossoms by Zhu Dunru
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 At sixteen years of age, You Miao lives a life of luxury. Yet with rapid changes in family circumstances, the once little young master now only has his deceased mother’s barren estate and a loyal Quanrong slave left. The dilemma and distress of starting everything from scratch becomes the greatest trial of his life.
 As the imperial state exam approaches, You Miao enters the capital for his tests. However, all of a sudden the tribes of the north invade, causing a diaspora to the south. The Hans flee to the south in great numbers with the uprising of war everywhere. The country is at the cusp of ruin and homes are lost…
 Along with his band of sworn brothers, You Miao finally returns to Jiangnan in the midst of displacement, and using all of his strength, he supports this broken, half sliced nation.
 The good days don’t last long, and the imperial court now in the south faces both internal and external enemies. The court is in turmoil, the government officials in dissension, but as tides rise and fall, the most beautiful moonlight of the great desert is yet to come.
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