Seconds ticked by, and more and more spectators rushed over from elsewhere. They were astounded to see Ye Fan mastering the skills of playing billiards at a superhuman speed, and they eagerly anticipated the formal wager between Ye Fan and Zhou Shijie.
With thirty seconds remaining, Ye Fan suddenly ceased shooting and stood with his cue resting, eyes closed.
The chattering, buzzing crowd went silent involuntarily, as if by a mutual accord. They tightly closed their mouths, held their breath, terrified that even the slightest sound from them might disturb Ye Fan's comprehension.
Approaching the twenty-second mark, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes, radiating a powerful self-confidence, and the spectators facing him could clearly see that at the moment his eyes opened, two beams of light shot out. Then his gaze became incredibly sharp.
"Time's up, the wager begins!" The referee from the Yonghui Club timed it perfectly and called out loudly.