Volume 1, Chapter 61: Will You Swallow This Kind of Humiliation?

The crowd of onlookers grew steadily. Hearing that two girls were playing snooker and had placed a bet, people abandoned their drinks and rushed over to watch the excitement.

"What is there to see in such a foregone conclusion? Lu Yan's girl has no chance of winning at all. Why on earth did she agree to this? Just to prove a point?"

"She should at least consider the consequences. When she makes a fool of herself and can't back down, she'll just have to rely on Old Fu to clean up her mess."

Everyone was mocking Lu Miao, ridiculing her for overestimating her own abilities.

Bai Youwei chuckled softly. "Older Sister, with so many people watching, don't back out of the bet if you lose."

Lu Miao gave her a cool, indifferent glance. Bai Youwei picked up her cue, leaned gracefully and suggestively over the table, and said, "I'm afraid you might not even hit a single ball, so I'll break."

Lu Miao didn't particularly care who took the first shot, except that half of Bai Youwei's plump breasts were exposed from the collar of her shirt, fixing the eyes of many men firmly upon her.

It seemed that this obedient and conservative little sister Youwei wasn't as innocent as she appeared.

Bai Youwei's break was professional. She potted balls in succession, leaving Lu Miao with no chance to even step up to the table.

"Impressive, Youwei! Eight consecutive shots, forty-five points."

The others nodded repeatedly as well. "No need to watch anymore. I wouldn't even dare play against her, let alone Lu Miao, who just learned the game. Even if you spotted her twenty points, she could never catch up."

Yet, when it finally became Lu Miao's turn, she skillfully bridged the cue and struck. With a single shot, she directly banked the ball into the pocket. The sneering voices stopped instantly, and everyone stared at her in disbelief.

They had expected her not even to hit a ball, never imagining she would sink one with such effortless ease.

"Impossible. It must be sheer luck," Bai Youwei sneered disdainfully in her heart.

However, as Lu Miao continued to sink ball after ball, Bai Youwei's expression gradually turned ugly.

Didn't she just learn how to play?! Why on earth did she even know high-difficulty English side spin!

"I only pretend to be clueless in front of men. Did you actually think I didn't know how to play?" Lu Miao walked leisurely over to Bai Youwei and said.

Bai Youwei ground her teeth in fury. "You were hiding your strength all along! I was just letting you win earlier. I won't hold back anymore!"

Lu Miao found her exasperated expression quite amusing.

She had never needed Bai Youwei to let her win in the first place.

Lu Miao disliked showing off in public, especially in front of Fu Shiyue; she felt there was no need to display petty tricks before an expert.

Yet, while she considered her own half-baked skills barely presentable, they were more than enough to crush Bai Youwei.

Lu Miao deliberately hid the cue ball behind a color ball, causing Bai Youwei to commit repeated fouls and incur penalty points.

With every penalty her opponent suffered, Lu Miao gained points, driving Bai Youwei to play the subsequent frames in a state of agitation and impatience.

This resulted in Bai Youwei remaining at a disadvantage throughout the match, while Lu Miao masterfully controlled the score, keeping it precisely one point ahead of Bai Youwei in every single round.

It was almost as if she were deliberately mocking her.

The onlookers began to find the match genuinely interesting.

Shen Lü leaned in secretively toward Fu Shiyue and whispered, "Fifth Brother, the little girl's true depths are well hidden. You don't need to worry about her losing. At this rate of play, Bai Youwei is the one who's going to end up facing the penalty."

Fu Shiyue took an enigmatic sip of his drink, his dark eyes fixed straight upon Lu Miao.

After a moment, he curved his lips and let out a faint, quiet chuckle.

Everyone assumed Bai Youwei was destined to lose without a doubt; however, to their utter shock, Lu Miao lost.

Lu Miao actually lost!

What on earth was going on?!

"I lost. A bet is a bet." Lu Miao casually tossed her cue onto the table, looking completely relaxed and unbothered.

No one understood how she could have lost, especially since Lu Miao's skill level was clearly superior to Bai Youwei's.

Yet, ignoring everyone's puzzlement, Lu Miao leaned in close to Bai Youwei's ear and whispered with a soft sigh, "Little sister, this round was my gift to you."

Bai Youwei clenched her fists tightly, her face turning pale and mottled with fury.

Lu Miao had intentionally thrown the match to her!

She felt none of the sweet thrill of victory; instead, she tasted the bitter humiliation of being thoroughly patronized!

Bai Youwei raised her head, her eyes brimming with a malicious smile. "Since a bet is a bet, do you still remember our wager?"

"Of course I remember."

Bai Youwei pointed toward the cluster of spectators watching the drama unfold. "Then go kiss him right now."

The crowd of onlookers immediately parted to both sides, clearing a pathway.

Following the direction of Bai Youwei's finger, the person standing there was none other than the bartender by the door.

The bartender was flustered and flattered. "Ah? Me... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Nothing inappropriate about it. I lost, so I have to accept the penalty. Please cooperate."

Lu Miao walked unhurriedly toward the bartender.

The young woman standing before him was breathtakingly gorgeous, and the bartender couldn't help but blush.

Just as the bartender's mind began to wander, thinking of leaning down to kiss Lu Miao,

everything suddenly went pitch black. A hand clamped firmly around his entire jaw, violently shoving him back against the door.

"Want to try touching her?"