Capítulo 1989: Chapter 1294: Diligence and Thrift in Managing the Household
It has nothing to do with feminist issues. n treating won with politeness is a matter of social order and traditional virtues.
But Jiang Chen doesn’t care about that, his focus is on giving it his all. He doesn’t just treat her as a woman or a newbie.
Besides “ladies first,” what’s that other saying?
— Giving it your all is the greatest respect for your opponent.
He won the first round overwhelmingly; the billiards were set up again.
Having won a round, Jiang Chen didn’t hesitate and took the initiative to serve first.
The boys at the next table shifted their attention from their ga, occasionally sneaking glances over.
You can’t bla the young people; they’re just not very focused.
For a beauty of Tanki Liuli’s caliber, what are the chances a normal person would encounter sothing like this in real life?
It’s akin to running into a major celebrity on the street.
Imagine the feeling if you were lucky enough to bump into “Xiaolongnü.”
Don’t forget that Boss Jiang, who always had a keen eye for aesthetics, comnted that compared to Daoist Duanmu, Xiaolongnü was a notch lower in terms of looks.
The tis have indeed improved.
Even that kid Martial Saint understands this is an age of the rule of law.
In Boss Jiang’s school days, places like pool halls, ice rinks, internet cafes, and dance halls were often chaotic, with fights, extortion, and jealous squabbles being quite common. If it were back then, Tanki Liuli would surely be a source of trouble.
Without so skills, who would dare flaunt such beauty?
Those who’ve been through that era must understand. That’s why Jiang Chen, who knows the past, is unfazed by the glances around them.
It’s not like they’re in the North.
You can’t forbid people from even looking.
This billiard hall is called A , and from its size, you can tell it’s quite impressive. Opening a 300 square ter billiard hall in the bustling center of East Sea certainly requires so investnt.
Thus, the standard of the A assistants is evident—each with an enviable figure, no less than that of models, and their specially tailored uniforms only enhance their visual allure. But comparisons can be daunting.
Daoist Duanmu, with just a simple and casual outfit, outshines these assistants whose hourly wage is over a hundred.
However, in Boss Jiang’s eyes, everything is fleeting. In competitive gas, incompetence is the only sin; beauties and bones are no different.
Tanki Liuli indeed is a true beginner, but she’s extrely perceptive and talented. Having explored in the first ga, her progress in the second ga was apparent.
“Bang.”
A sharp straight line was drawn, and the billiard ball smoothly sank into the pocket without any delay.
“Not bad.”
Jiang Chen promptly offered encouragent. Despite looking relaxed on the outside, watching the Taoist nun’s poker face while moving the cue made his heart clench slightly.
He’s a man, after all.
There’s always a bit of pride.
Billiards is one of those rare chances where he could crush an opponent, and although winning the first ga was easy, the joy was undeniable. Yet, the current situation didn’t seem quite right.
The young Taoist nun actually seems to be getting the hang of it, her aura and stance becoming increasingly effortless.
Could this be talent?!
Seeing this, Boss Jiang dared not slack off.
It’s not that he couldn’t afford to lose,
but losing to a complete novice would indeed be embarrassing.
“Bang.”
Another ball successfully pocketed.
Despite his nervousness, Boss Jiang’s gaze was inevitably drawn to the Taoist nun’s graceful technique as she struck.
She leaned forward, her hips against the table, legs standing straight. From head to back to hips, even the top artists would struggle to create such a captivating curve.
After two consecutive balls, the third narrowly missed and bounced off the bottom pocket.
That’s more like it.
There’s no such thing as an all-capable immortal.
No matter how transcendent, one still needs sustenance.
“My turn.”
Jiang Chen completely disregarded gentlemanly manners. Recognizing his opponent’s learning ability, he beca even more focused. Unlike the one-sided first ga, the second was well-matched. Ultimately, Boss Jiang clinched victory by three balls.
“Not bad, you’re improving fast.”
Though he didn’t hold back during the ga, he wasn’t stingy with praise.
Jiang Chen leaned on his cue, “How about we raise the stakes a bit?”
Tanki Liuli’s eyes showed a slight hint of curiosity.
“It’s a bet. There should be rewards and penalties for winning and losing, don’t you think?”
Truly shaless.
Raising the stakes is fine, adding so fun, but she had just learned to play billiards and only played two gas.
Isn’t this clearly bullying?
“What will we bet on?”
Daoist Duanmu cut to the chase, showing no sign of being affected by losing the first two gas. Perhaps she was too naive to realize how sly people could be, or perhaps she didn’t grasp the odds of winning and losing.
Jiang Chen supported his chin with one hand while holding the cue with the other, lost in thought.
True enough.
What should the bet be?
Betting money like everyone else?
For an outsider like Daoist Duanmu, it might be too vulgar.
“How about this: if you lose, you give all the martial arts secrets you know.”
Indeed.
Still harboring that sneaky ambition.
But the Taoist nun had already stated before, and it was always specially noted at the beginning of TV shows, that all of it is purely fictional.
Perhaps moved by his persistence, or perhaps too lazy to explain, Tanki Liuli didn’t respond but asked back, “What if you lose?”
Jiang Chen looked at her in silence.
So proud, huh?
Daring to think such thoughts.
It turns out that the Taoist Sister can’t escape being arrogant because of her talent either.
“I won’t lose.”
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