Song Guanchao demonstrated a few more moves, then got up and asked, "So, how's it going? Have you learned it?"
"I'll give it a try."
She lightly pressed her lips together, walked over, and recalled Song Guanchao's posture a moment ago, imitating it perfectly.
She aimed at the cue ball, pulled back her right hand, then swung her forearm.
Thwack!
The cue ball struck the target ball, which then slid across the table felt and into the pocket with a satisfying sound.
Song Guanchao's eye twitched slightly, and he forced a smile, "You're learning quickly."
Seeing his reaction, Wu Qiangwei feigned surprise, "It went in? Is it that easy?"
She bent down again, but this time, the cue stick wobbled awkwardly in her hands, and the cue head was crooked, resulting in a miscue.
She knit her eyebrows slightly, and as if refusing to accept defeat, continued to hit a few more times, but either miscuing or missing entirely, failing to pocket a ball.
