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Chapter o128
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Lu Jinger looked at the stars, admiring and looking at Song Xinghe happily, "My Xinghe is amazing!"
Ning Zimo looked at Ye Fan anxiously, this time it was troublesome, unless he scored nearly perfect results, he was determined to lose.
"Give up early, it's okay," Song Xinghe said lightly, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.
Ye Fan is also very embarrassed. This seems to be impossible to pretend. After all, no matter whether you play 99 or 100, people will not believe that you are blind.
"It's not enough to admit defeat, try it," Ye Fan grinned and went up to load the bullet.
Raising the gun again, Ye Fan also changed to a hand, his arm was like a machine, shooting bullets at the same frequency and the same horizontal line.
As soon as Ye Fan put down his gun, Fu Peng immediately went to check the statistics.
When three bright red numbers appeared on the screen, both Fu Peng and Ning Zimo were shocked.
Song Xinghe and Lu Jinger frowned, and they had incredible eyes...
"1oo!?"
Fu Peng stared at the number carefully for a while before he was convinced that he was not dazzled.
"Are you and him participating in the Olympic Games?!" Fu Peng was about to faint. This is a real gun. At a distance of 50 meters, ten consecutive shots are all hitting the bullseye!
Ye Fan said cheerfully: "Good luck, often swing today."
Although he said so, everyone present was not stupid. Obviously Ye Fan didn't show his true ability just now.
Song Xinghe looked gloomy, "If you lose, you lose. If you are not as skilled as others, you are willing to lose, Ye Fan, report your bank card number and I will transfer it directly to you."
"Hey, forget it, Xinghe, they are all acquaintances, just take it for fun," Ye Fan didn't want to make face too ugly.
Song Xinghe stubbornly said: "I don't play with people casually. If you say one million is one million! I can afford to lose!"
"Xinghe, I'll do it for you," Lu Jinger whispered pitifully, thinking it was her fault.
"No need!" Song Xinghe glared at the woman. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't lose to Ye Fan.
Lu Jinger was scared and regretted, and felt that the reason Song Xinghe was angry with her was because Ye Fan had harmed her. This guy was targeting her!
She didn't believe that Ye Fan really had the strength to make ten ten rings.
Ye Fan saw that Song Xinghe was going to be on fire, and there was nothing wrong, so he said: "Ning'er, you can collect the money, just as I save it in your purple leaf tea house."
Ning Zimo pursed his lips and smiled, "If I bring you this way, you will make me a million, and I'm taking too much advantage."
After making a joke to ease the atmosphere, Ning Zimo reported a bank account to Song Xinghe.
Song Xinghe quickly drew a sum of money over, then turned his head and left.
Lu Jinger went out with him, just like the little daughter-in-law who was about to be abandoned, looking somewhat pitiful.
"It seems that Lao Song is depressed today, and he has lost this result." Fu Peng sighed with emotion.
Ye Fan was curious and said: "Aren't you depressed? You can get your job in the future, don't hit my woman's ideas again."
Fu Peng curled his lips, "I can still afford to lose. Since you are really competent, then I will admit it."
As he said, Fu Peng stretched out his hand, "Come on, make friends, I hope you can give Miss Ning happiness."
Ye Fan felt that this guy was not bad, so he stretched out his hand and shook his hand.
…
In the parking lot outside the club, as soon as Song Xinghe got on his eight, he saw Lu Jing'er also get into the co-pilot.
"Go down!" Song Xinghe scolded coldly.
Lu Jing'er looked aggrieved with tears in her eyes: "Xinghe, I was wrong. I didn't expect Ye Fan to be so lucky. Don't be angry with me."
"Dog shit luck? Have you ever seen a dog shit luck hit ten rings!?" Song Xinghe sneered, this woman is really an idiot.
Lu Jinger didn't care about this, and said, "Why are you doing this? We have been together for four years. I followed you in Magnesium Country. Why did you become more and more aggressive towards me after returning to China?"
"If you think I am fierce, then go back to Magnesium!"
"I... I don't want it! I'll marry you when I come back this time!"
"When did I say I wanted to marry you? Get out of the car!" Song Xinghe cursed irritably.
The more Lu Jinger listened, the more aggrieved, she yelled "You are too much", and then ran out of the car.
Song Xinghe didn't care about the woman, the cold light in his eyes flickered for a while, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.
"Xinghe? Why are you free to call me?" An excited female voice over there was Liu Shuangshuang.
Song Xinghe said with a weird expression: "Liu Shuangshuang, do things for me, and I will give you a sum of money afterwards."
"What's the matter? You hurt feelings when you talk about money, just say it!" Liu Shuangshuang said.
A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Song Xinghe's mouth, "I discovered a Ye Fan's secret today. I want you to tell Yoona..."
…
Ye Fan and Ning Zimo played in the shooting club for an afternoon, and they felt better. Listening to the sound of bullets shot by various guns, it seemed that they had also taken away their boredom.
Ye Fan thought about it carefully, maybe he should give it to himself, and also give Su Qingxue a period of time to get used to each other.
Suddenly, her newly married husband was an executioner who had killed a lot of people, his hands were covered with blood, and a woman would collapse. Relatively speaking, Su Qingxue's reaction was calm.
"How about it, are you in a better mood?" Ning Zimo asked Yanran in the car back.
Ye Fan nodded, "What next? Have dinner?"
"It's still a bit early. Why don't you go and see my elite training results and give some guidance?" Ning Zimo suggested.
Ye Fan thought about it. He just wanted to study the formula Xu Lingshan gave. It would be good to go to the practice field.
The two returned to the purple leaf tea house and came to the open space in the backyard, where several young thugs were training hard.
These people are all practicing the set of movements taught by Ye Fan, even if it is the simplest for Ye Fan, these young people still stumbled.
Ye Fan also understood that their background was not good, so he said a few words of encouragement, and gave them some pointers, and let them practice on their own.
Ning Zimo originally thought that Ye Fan was going back to the tea house to prepare to eat, but Ye Fan stood in the middle of the venue, closing his eyes, as if thinking about something.
"Do you want to practice?" Ning Zimo asked.
Ye Fan nodded, "I'm studying something, wait for me."
Ning Zimo knew it, and the other group of Zizhu Lin gangs were watching.
Everyone wanted to know what kind of kung fu Ye Fan was practicing.
However, after a full ten minutes, Ye Fan did not see any movement.
"Brother Fan, what are you practicing? Do you meditate?"
"Silly, how can you stand while meditating?"
Everyone was very puzzled, because they couldn't see one, so they came.
But at this moment, a sudden pressure, centered on Ye Fan, spread!
"hiss!"
Several elite thugs all took a breath, and then subconsciously panicked and retreated! Chapter o128 What kind of kung fu personal works are practiced by members of [No * Wrong * Small-Talk-Net], please go to the website for more chapters: