The competition used an eight-ball format, with a total of fifteen balls, each color representing a different score.

The rules of play for this competition are the eight-ball style, with a total of fifteen balls, each color representing different point values.

Using the white cue ball as the striking ball, you can score points by continuously hitting two target balls or pocketing them. In multiple rounds of play, the total score is the final criteria for determining the winner

In the current match, the first team to score eight goals wins.

A small spotlight shone from above her head, casting a tiny halo around her soft, long, black, slightly curly hair.

The girl stretched out, leaning low to the table, like a small feline lurking in the night, waiting to pounce on its prey… sharp and focused.

Long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting small shadows on the eyelids, and the tip of the upturned nose nearly disappeared behind the slightly bent knuckles of the thumb.

As the white cue ball cleanly and crisply pocketed a green ball, amidst the slight surprise and sighs of admiration from those around her, a tall bodyguard brought over his suit jacket.

This suit jacket that landed around Miss Gou’s waist wasn’t expensive at all, but it duly covered the hem of her short skirt, which had become precariously shorter from playing billiards.

That dazzling white silhouette and curves disappeared beneath the oversized suit, causing the person preparing to make their move for the next shot to pause, turning back expressionlessly to look at it.

She met Ye Lang’s gaze with the same expressionless indifference.

Gou An withdrew her gaze, stopped again at a suitable spot on the table, and lazily traced strokes with her cue stick.

Meanwhile, inside the private room, a trembling bartender returned the unused suit jacket to the man who hadn’t moved from the sofa.

He had been a step behind the other person, but he seemed to have no reaction at all, simply nodding politely to the waiter who had made the trip for nothing and said, “Thank you for your hard work.”

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Gou An missed the fourth ball.

Throughout the entire performance, He Ran propped his chin on his hands, one resting on top of the other over the cue stick, and leaned back against the table to watch her play. Even though the first few balls were pocketed cleanly and neatly, drawing praise from the people around him, he remained calm and composed.

When it was his turn to take the stage, he demonstrated the proper demeanor of a teacher.

It was as if he had already planned out the right position, stopping at a certain spot without hesitation, striking, balls colliding with a snap, a ball pocketed.

His movements were so decisive that you could almost see the figure of a professional player, which made Zhou Yutong so angry that she cursed several times in Gou An’s ear… Basically, she cursed every time he scored a goal, and her voice got louder and louder each time.

But the curses were completely useless; they only fueled He Ran’s increasingly arrogant smile.

He was truly despicable.

As He Ran sank six balls in a row, he moved around the edge of the table with his cue stick, looking for the best angle to knock down the black ball that symbolized the highest score. He passed by Gou An, who grabbed him.

The boy lazily turned around, his face saying, “What do you want from me?”

“I’m not the one who wants that bear. If you’re going to target me, target me somewhere else,” Gou An said expressionlessly. “Can you please stop being so obnoxious?”

He Ran tilted his head, thought for a moment, and asked with a smile, “What are you doing now, begging for mercy?”

“Do you deserve it?”

“Are you still angry about the button?” He Ran moved closer to her. “Say you’re not angry anymore, and call me ‘gege‘ again—”

Gou An immediately released his arm.

The warmth on his elbow suddenly disappeared, and He Ran felt as if he had stepped into thin air and fallen from a great height. He didn’t show it on his face, but his smile faded a little.

His dark eyes stared at the little miss whose face screamed ‘Get lost!!’. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her smile at him…

So annoying.

“If it’s not you who wants it, don’t get involved. You’ll only cause trouble.” He Ran pursed his lips, raised his hand and lightly pinched her delicate chin. “With you here, it’s hard for me not to do something.”

Gou An frowned and slapped his hand away hard.

He Ran’s hand immediately turned red, but he didn’t care. He chuckled and rubbed his fingertips together—he had wanted to do this the moment she bent down over the table with the pole in her hand…

All he could say now was that the feeling was exactly as he imagined.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Since his image couldn’t get any worse anyway, rather than doing nothing and having her dislike him, he might as well do something to make it seem like I’m not losing out completely.

Young Master He was calculating and scheming, admitting to his own despicable behavior, but he didn’t think he was childish at all.

Zhou Yutong, on the other hand, was dumbfounded as she watched the two of them act out in front of everyone.

“Goodness, your move completely unleashed He Ran’s potential as a spoiled brat. He just acted like a street thug!”

While He Ran continued to shine on the pool table, Zhou Yutong pulled Gou An aside and hesitated, saying, “Maybe we should let it go. I’m a little scared. What if he uses this as an excuse to get back at you?”

The members of the Daughters of Wealthy Families were very conscientious.

“What do you mean ‘let it go’? Who’s gonna ‘let it go’ with him?”

Gou An’s competitive spirit has also been aroused, and she never once thought to allow that bastard He Ran to talk to her like that, not even a single punctuation mark allowed!

She expressionlessly pulled her arm out of Zhou Yutong’s embrace, the cue stick in her hand having seemed to transform into a weapon for charging into battle. “Shut up, stand aside and wait to see me stomp him to death.”

Zhou Yutong: “…”

After He Ran won the first game, Gou An unleashed her full power in the second game, scoring eight consecutive points and clearing the table all in one go to everyone’s disbelief.

By this point, the other participants had sensed the intense tension and voluntarily withdrew from the competition, focusing instead on watching the former engaged couple fight tooth and nail at the pool table.

From the Day the Engagement was Broken translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: I just translated what was in the text, but I don’t understand the rules they’re using haha.

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