[Hell, why not? Zhao looks delighted by Oda's confidence, and despite their current lack of viable opponents, he points to the back corner of the triangle where it's really do-or-die and whiffing it in any direction but one ends with the ball on the floor instead of in another cup.
Bit rude of him, honestly, but Zhao has possibly unreasonable expectations of good shooters, after spending years working with Yokohama's premier gunman.]
That's what I like to hear! How about the back left cup. [Hopefully the practice round is on the house, but honestly that's the last thing on Zhao's mind right now. He tosses Oda the pingpong ball, and steps back to get out of his way, in case he needs the elbow room.]
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Bit rude of him, honestly, but Zhao has possibly unreasonable expectations of good shooters, after spending years working with Yokohama's premier gunman.]
That's what I like to hear! How about the back left cup. [Hopefully the practice round is on the house, but honestly that's the last thing on Zhao's mind right now. He tosses Oda the pingpong ball, and steps back to get out of his way, in case he needs the elbow room.]