Zhang Yun couldn't say anything, so he spread his hands and let him get the ball.
Song Shijun chose the same blue ball as before, carried the ball in one hand and held it in the other, and walked to Han Qiqing's side.
Han Qiqing clenched her fists and cheered him up.
"Come on Sejun! Put down all the rest!"
Song Shijun smiled at her and said, "Yes!"
He didn't pose specifically, he just bent his waist, stared at the bowling pin at the entrance of the hole, and then suddenly took action.
The ball was very fast and rolled straight towards the hole.
Han Qiqing stared nervously.
Bang bang—
All the remaining bowling pins were knocked down.
"Wow! Awesome!" Han Qiqing jumped up happily and clenched her little hands excitedly.
Song Shijun shook his head, looking handsome.
"Hey, the technology is still so good."
Zhang Yun and others were speechless for a moment, "Is this okay?"
Next, other people also took action one after another.
It can be seen that they play often, two or three of them also scored full marks, and the least one also poured eight bottles.
Han Qiqing was stunned, "All of you are masters."
They replied modestly, "It's okay."
Only Song Shijun nodded without humility and said, "No, I am the best among masters!"
Han Qiqing smiled and said, "You're shameless. If I praise you, you'll be in heaven, right?"
Song Shijun said, "Why not go to heaven?"
In the next few rounds, he let her go first.
Han Qiqing saw that his skills were so good and that no matter how badly she missed the first ball, he could make up for it, so she stopped worrying and just let it go.
Originally, she was supposed to sit on the bench and just watch them play.
Because Song Shijun asked her to help, she also participated. Han Qiqing had never played bowling before, but this was the first time she felt that bowling was so fun.
Of course, the premise is that someone can help you remedy it.
In the final round, Song Shijun had excellent skills, so he ranked first in score.
Zhang Yun's score was very tight, just two pins behind him, just because he made a mistake once.
This is the last ball.
If Zhang Yun wants to catch up with Song Shijun, this goal is crucial.
As usual, Song Shijun asked Qiqing to help him tee off the first ball.
Zhang Yun led the others and shouted in Han Qiqing's ear, "Go into the ditch! Go into the ditch! Go into the ditch!"
Han Qiqing stared at them speechlessly, "Hey, that's enough for you. I'm already lagging behind, can't you encourage me?"
In the previous few balls, she poured up to four bottles at a time.
Zhang Yun said, "Qiqing, can you help me? Throw the ball in the ditch, please, I want to beat him!"
Han Qiqing resolutely refused and stuck out her tongue at him, "No, why should I help you?"
Song Shijun smiled on the side and said, "Yes, why should I help you? If Qiqing wants to help, you can also help me, right? Come, I will teach you."
Han Qiqing listened to his instructions carefully.
Zhang Yun and others were making noises and harassing them.
Song Shijun said to Han Qiqing, "Don't look at the fairway, just stare at the bottles, and then think in your mind, I'm going to smash them to death. By the way, you can imagine these bottles as Zhang Yun's face, smash them to death, and that's it." Throw it out in one go.”
Zhang Yun shouted in protest, "Hey! Why do you think it's my face? How did my face offend you?"
Song Shijun ignored him.
Han Qiqing took a stance and did as he said.
Those bottles…
It's Zhang Yun's face.
Smash them to death!
Han Qiqing watched closely, flicked his hand, and the ball went out.
(End of chapter)