paranoianovel Chapter 528 A Miracle of Great Strength
Chapter 528 A Miracle of Great Strength
Lin Feng walked towards the bookshelf.
He stood in front of the huge bookshelves that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, looked up for a moment, and then, starting with the nearest row, ran his fingers along the spines of the books, looking at them one by one.
Most of them are novels, and they're the kind of bestsellers you'd see in airport bookstores or near supermarket checkout counters.
The Da Vinci Code, The Kite Runner, The Ferryman, The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry...
The cover designs vary, but they all have one thing in common: they show very little sign of being flipped through, some even looking as if they have never been opened.
He continued walking inside, his finger stopping at the middle of the bookshelf.
There was a book there that was clearly different from the others.
The gold-stamped title on the spine is worn and barely legible, and the hard cover has frayed edges, clearly indicating that it has been flipped through many times.
Lin Feng pulled it out of the bookshelf and glanced down at the cover—
A deep blue background with the silhouette of a bridge and two small figures on it.
The title of the book is printed at the top of the cover: "One Day Reborn".
He opened the book and found a line of small, faint writing in pencil on the title page—
We all have a second chance, but most people don't realize it.
Lin Feng didn't pay much attention to that line of text. He casually flipped through a few pages, found the beginning of the first chapter, and leaned against the bookshelf to read it.
He wasn't a big reader, but the first few pages of this book were inexplicably captivating—
A middle-aged man, whose life has ended in utter failure, returned to the old house where he lived as a child the night before deciding to end it all, and then met his mother who had passed away many years ago.
He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice someone walking over.
"What are you looking at?"
The voice was soft and a little hoarse.
Lin Feng looked up and saw Evelyn standing next to him, one hand in her pocket, her head tilted slightly, her gaze fixed on the pages of the book in his hand.
Lin Feng subconsciously closed the book and shrugged.
"Just flipping through it. There are quite a few books here, but most of them haven't been read much. This one looks like it's been worn out, so I took it out to take a look."
Evelyn glanced at the cover, then moved her gaze from the book to his face, and then to the billiard table not far away.
Wasim was bending over to hit the ball, the cue ball arcing through the air and cleanly knocking a ball into the bottom pocket with a crisp sound.
Derek crossed his arms and stared intently at the game on the table.
Evelyn tilted her chin slightly in the direction she was about to collide with the pool table.
"Want to play a round?"
Lin Feng put the book "Rebirth in One Day" back on the bookshelf, memorized its location, and then stretched his shoulders, his joints making a few soft cracking sounds.
"Okay."
Evelyn walked slowly to the pool table and stood quietly by the table waiting.
After Wasim finished his shot and pocketed the winning pot, she stepped forward and gently patted him on the shoulder.
"It's my turn. Can I borrow a table?"
Wasim quickly and efficiently handed out his cue, and then deftly helped her arrange the billiard balls neatly.
Lin Feng picked a golf club from the shelf and held it in his hand to test its balance.
Evelyn looked up at Lin Feng: "Should you break the pitch or should I go first?"
"You go first," Lin Feng said, rubbing the chocolate on the end of the stick before stepping aside.
Evelyn didn't hold back. She leaned down, her chin almost touching the cue stick, pulled her right arm back, and hit the ball cleanly and crisply.
The white ball crashes into the colored ball in the triangle box, and after a crisp pop, the entire plate of balls scatters.
A yellow ball (number 1) rolled into the bottom right pocket, while a purple ball (number 4) stopped at the edge of the pocket, wobbling slightly.
The kickoff is on.
Evelyn didn't stop. She walked half a circle around the pool table, selected the next target ball, and bent down again.
Lin Feng stood aside, watching quietly.
He quickly realized a problem—Evelyn wasn't just "someone who can play billiards," she was "someone who has played billiards for many years."
Every shot she makes carries a smooth, effortless grace, an instinctive quality born from muscle memory.
She knew where the ball would go, as confidently as she knew the sun would rise in the east the next morning.
The first game ended quickly.
She only made one mistake throughout the entire process, leaving the cue ball in an awkward position. However, she switched hands to rest the cue and resolved the crisis with a difficult chip shot.
Derek whistled beside him.
Evelyn straightened up, looked at Lin Feng, and a slight smile curved her lips:
"You kick off."
Lin Feng nodded, walked over and collected the balls, then stacked them.
After arranging the balls, he didn't break the game immediately. Instead, he stood in front of the table for more than ten seconds, his eyes scanning back and forth between the triangular ball arrangement and the cue ball several times.
Then he bent down.
The grip is positioned too far back, making it look somewhat...unprofessional.
Wasim raised an eyebrow, while Derek frowned slightly.
Lin Feng hits the ball.
The cue ball slammed into the cricket with tremendous force, producing a loud bang—at least twice as loud as a normal tee shot.
The balls scattered like they had been blown apart by a bomb. Several balls bounced on the table before landing, and one of the fancy balls even jumped off the table and rolled to the ground.
"..." Evelyn stared at the ball that had rolled to the corner of the wall and remained silent for a second.
Lin Feng casually walked over, picked it up, and put it back on the table.
Lin Feng's playing style is anything but elegant. He uses a lot of force with almost every shot, and his ball positioning is not precise, often leaving him with a bad angle for the next shot.
But he has an unexpected ability: even at very poor angles, he can put the ball in with an almost brutal style.
Evelyn watched quietly as he hit the ball, her head tilted slightly, as if she were taking something apart.
When Lin Feng hit his fifth shot, there were still two flower balls and a black number 8 left on the table.
The cue ball's position is not good; half of its path is blocked by an opponent's shot put. Normally, I would need to use a nemesis ball or a jump shot.
Lin Feng watched for a while, then bent down, raised his cue stick, aimed at the upper part of the cue ball, and struck it hard.
The white ball bounced up, flew over the solid ball blocking its path, and struck its own colored ball the moment it landed, which then slowly rolled into the bottom pocket.
The entire room fell silent for half a second.
Wasim opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and Derek couldn't help but clap his hands.
Evelyn let out a soft breath and switched the cue stick to her other hand.
"Have you studied this?" she asked.
"I've played a little bit before." After sinking the last ball, Lin Feng straightened up and walked to the next position for the cue ball.
"So how did you—" Evelyn paused, "make that bouncing stick go in?"
After Lin Feng finished clearing the flower balls, there were still a few solid-color balls scattered on the table, as well as the black 8 lying quietly near the ball's placement point.
He found the right angle, bent down, aimed, and delivered a powerful shot.
The black ball went into the pocket, and the white ball spun on the table for two seconds before coming to rest in the center.
He straightened up, rested the cue on his shoulder, and smiled at Evelyn.
"It's just a miracle achieved through sheer force."
Evelyn looked at him for three seconds, then smiled.
"That's infuriating! I've been diligently training for years, and I'm utterly defeated by your incredible power!"