Yan Chuan displayed a distressed expression.
The exchange chips seemed to be quite expensive, and given his current financial situation, he couldn’t help but wonder how much he would lose compared to the professionals.
“It’s not a competition,” Black Spade said casually, “I’ll guide you through it while we play. It’s just a game; if you can’t do it, that’s fine.”
He laid out the chips, which could probably amount to a few digits after exchange, neatly arranged in front of the pretty dealer.
The stack of chips piled up like a small mountain, gleaming with a cool metallic sheen.
“If you win, it’s yours,” he said lightly, as Yan Chuan looked at him in surprise. “If you lose, it’s still yours.”
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Chapter 52: The Crossdressing Streamer 19
Snooker, also known as barrier billiards, is a branch of cue sports.
During a match, players need to use the same cue ball to strike the target balls, following a fixed order of play. Different colored balls represent different scores. The game concludes when all the red balls are off the table, followed by the colored balls in ascending order of their values.
The order of play is one red followed by one color, and the draw determines the player sequence which cannot be changed unless a foul occurs.
With the lights bright as day, Yan Chuan recalled the rules Black Spade had told him, his expression showing uncertainty.
So the chips belong to him regardless of winning or losing?
Black Spade said it was not a competition, just a game to play together on the snooker table.
As a newcomer, the rules of this round heavily favored Yan Chuan. Still, he felt somewhat uneasy looking at Black Spade, who seemed quite skilled.
He feared that the on-site teaching would expose him to many eyes in the live stream, making it embarrassing if he didn’t perform well.
Would others think he was completely unperceptive?
Black Spade was waiting for his response, and Yan Chuan hesitated as he glanced over the live chat.
[Great! A beautiful wife should have a generous husband!]
[This person seems to have ulterior motives, preparing clothes and teaching billiards; I don’t believe it’s all innocent.]
[Teaching… is it the kind where you embrace your wife from behind?]
[Speaking of which, does the wife still remember the partner with the ID *12345? I’m starting to forget too.]
[No worries, I’ll make a big move and go all in!]
The barrage of comments flashed past, making Yan Chuan feel a bit embarrassed.
Although the comments were a jumble of trivial things, it was still exciting, showing that people were eager to see Black Spade teach him snooker.
If that’s the case… he couldn’t blame anyone if he did poorly.
Yan Chuan nodded and said, “I might learn slowly, so please don’t get upset.”
Black Spade shook his head. “How could I?”
Then he positioned the balls correctly and after confirming their placement, he began his lesson.
But Yan Chuan didn’t expect Black Spade’s teaching to be so meticulous.
Feeling the warmth of breath on his neck, he instinctively turned his face away, his delicate earlobes reddening almost to the point of embarrassment.
To facilitate his teaching, Black Spade leaned slightly over him to “adjust his posture.”
Yan Chuan was already wearing little clothing, and the fabric was light and thin. The unfamiliar body behind him nearly transmitted its warmth.
Although they maintained a courteous distance, it still felt as if he were completely trapped in front of the table.
Yan Chuan felt his ears grow warmer.
Black Spade, tall and slender, was hidden by his clothing, but once close, the clearly defined muscles beneath the fabric were laid bare before Yan Chuan.
He was the kind of man whose body was grown and matured, broad shoulders and narrow waist, with powerful arms and hands bearing a thin layer of calluses.
Now he simply stood behind Yan Chuan, slightly bending over to adjust his grip on the cue. This made Yan Chuan feel a little awkward.
They were too close.
But it could be justified as a necessity for teaching, after all, it was reasonable for him to be unable to accurately position himself while learning.
“Raise your hand a little,” Black Spade reminded him, his slightly rough palm grazing Yan Chuan’s wrist, guiding him to lift his hand. “To your preferred height.”
Yan Chuan quickly nodded.
He couldn’t look back, otherwise, he would directly meet Black Spade’s enlarged face, so he blinked and focused on the table, trying to make sense of the cluster of red and colored balls.
“If you find it hard to aim,” Black Spade continued, “you can lean down a bit, bringing yourself closer to the table.”
As he spoke, Black Spade’s hand lightly brushed against Yan Chuan’s waist and then quickly withdrew.
“!” That area was a bit sensitive, especially for Yan Chuan. Wearing such tight clothing made him acutely aware of the brief touch, breathing unintentionally halted.
Was that accidental?
Yan Chuan thought, trying to convince himself. He leaned down slightly as per Black Spade’s suggestion.
But he forgot that there was still someone standing behind him. As he bent down… it put him in a compromising position, directly facing someone.
His lower back curved elegantly, and the fabric around his waist tightened, accentuating a slender yet resilient figure, the arch below his back particularly enticing, while his white shorts brushed against Black Spade.
Unexpectedly soft and ample, the fleshiness was quite evident, despite being covered by shorts.
He felt the touch of coarse fabric or possibly the hand of Black Spade as he leaned down.
He remembered Black Spade’s hand, which looked perpetually pale from lack of sunlight, with visible veins beneath the surface. The fingers were long and knuckled distinctly.
But now it felt as though he had brushed against… Black Spade’s hand?
Yan Chuan froze, but the person behind him said nothing, merely holding his waist to continue adjusting his posture.