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... ust listened to him, obediently.

Now back in position, Liu Longwei had to start his teaching from the beginning, since she didn’t get what he said earlier.

"What is the difference between pool and snooker? I’ve just come to realize that the two are similar". Chen Lihua asked as she watched him strike a red ball with the cue stick, and it entered into one of the pockets.

Liu Longwei changed position, and continued striking the balls whilst replying her.

"Not just p ...

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