It's not your turn to interfere in my affairs.
If Song Ye blocked the gunpowder barrel and allowed her to spontaneously combust, then Qin Zhan killed her with a single shot.
"Brother Qin..." Tears quickly gathered in Han Yan's eyes. When her body shook, the big tears fell down, looking so pitiful.
"Han Yan!" Gao Qin was startled, and immediately stepped forward to support the beauty, his heart almost breaking.
Han Yan looked at Qin Zhan stubbornly, telling him how sad she was with her silent tears.
It's a pity that she doesn't understand Qin Zhan very well. When she was a child, she didn't know what he was thinking when they met every day. Today, after ten years of separation, none of those beautiful fantasies can come true.
"Tears are the most useless thing." Qin Zhan's face was solemn, as if he was treating weak subordinates on the school field without any mercy. That cold and hard face was like a steel plate, without a trace of it. Moved.
Han Yan could no longer hold back, her tears flowed down like tap water. The emotion that she could no longer control made her rush out of the door.
In just half an hour, Miss Han, who was originally gentle and strong, was made angry and cried twice. Qin Zhan's ruthlessness was simply shocking.
Song Ye stood aside and watched the show from beginning to end, his eyes full of interest. For a man who grew up with guns and saw fewer women than aliens, it is indeed difficult to learn how to get along with women and understand their thoughts.
And Qin Zhan's words are correct from beginning to end. He is a strong man in the army and a leader. What he needs is prestige and cold and hard methods. When he decides things by himself, he does not need other people's instructions. He is just given an order. Shedding tears, in his opinion, is just a sign of neediness.
Seeing Han Yan running away, Gao Qin made a move to chase her, but Qin Zhan stopped him halfway and said, "We agreed to compete."
"Qin Zhan..." Gao Qin's eyes were so forbearing that he almost burst into flames. He wished he could go up and join him now, but he knew that no matter whether it was his family background or his skills, he couldn't compete with him. Taking a deep breath, his eyes were gloomy and he said, "The person I am competing against is Song Ye. If he can come, I will accompany him."
Putting the responsibility on Song Ye, he didn't believe that someone who couldn't hold a club would come looking for death.
"Yes, but the bet must be increased to 10 million." Qin Zhan did not hesitate at all, and was still raising the price.
"Ten million?" Gao Qin took a breath. He knew Qin Zhan never joked, but he gritted his teeth and reluctantly said, "I can't afford so much money." Although his family is involved in politics and his family is rich, his monthly expenses are not that much.
"You can write an IOU." Qin Zhan relaxed the conditions, but it made Song Ye on the side curl up his lips slightly.
At this point, Gao Qin was forced to the point where he was riding a tiger, so he could only grit his teeth and nod, "Okay."
Later, Qin Zhan wrote a check, Gao Qin wrote an IOU, and the bet was officially settled.
Song Ye stood watching as if it had nothing to do with her. Until Qin Zhan walked up to her, she raised her lips and asked, "Are you so confident that I will agree?"
"Well, if you win, the prize money is yours." Qin Zhan responded calmly, without any worry on his face.
No one in this world dislikes having too much money, and Song Ye is no exception.
Ten million... This is the price of a jade selection. Song Ye raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "I really don't know how to fight." She is not a decathlete, and she always has weaknesses.
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." Qin Zhan knew that Song Ye had already agreed, so he turned around and walked towards the table tennis table.
After taking out a club, he handed it to Song Ye, who took it and gestured twice with his hand, his movements a little stiff.
Everyone present could see that Song Ye was indeed a novice, and Gao Qin, who originally felt that he had shot himself in the foot, suddenly gained a glimmer of hope.
"How's it going? Who's going to start?" Gao Qin also took a cue and stood in front of the table in a straight suit, looking extremely handsome.
"Please do as you please." Song Ye didn't show off and decided to observe first.
It was a gambling stake of 10 million, so Gao Qin naturally had no intention of being humble. He pressed down and took the club into his hand. The club was in line with his body, and then the club lightly hit the white ball. With a snap, the white ball was hit and knocked away. After removing the colored balls on the table, the situation becomes a scattered distribution.
Gao Qin obviously had good luck today. He hit ball No. 6 with one shot, scored one point in the opening period, and continued to hit the ball.
Although Song Ye doesn't know how to play, he still understands the basic rules. The rules of the fifteen-ball competition are that the kicking side will get balls from one to seven, and the other side will get balls from nine to fifteen. In the end, the person who finishes playing the ball of his own color first , and then get the number of eight-ball points, it will be considered a win.
In this style of play, the schedule will be infinitely extended due to the interference of the opponent's balls, and finding the correct angle often requires considerable skills and experience.
Song Ye doesn't know anything and lacks everything, but she doesn't feel any pressure at all, because she doesn't have to pay for it if she loses, and she earns 10 million for nothing if she wins, so why not do it.
After scoring four goals in a row, Gao Qin failed to adjust the angle of his last shot and missed the ball. However, he fixed the white ball on the edge of the bag. There was a colored ball very close to it, which showed that he was not sure of scoring. , but it will not make things easier for the opponent.
From these few balls alone, even a layman like Song Ye could tell that Gao Qin was at a good level, and he should be a veteran who often played.
"It's your turn." Qin Zhan only glanced at the distribution of colored balls on the table, then asked Song Ye to stand up and press the pole. In the process, he did not forget to teach her to adjust her posture, "Spread your legs... , shoulder width apart, lower your back, straighten your arms, look at the target in front of you, and don’t touch the colored ball.”
Qin Zhan gave instructions one after another, his voice was deep and powerful, which could invisibly give people a strong sense of oppression. This was the pressure formed on the battlefield.
The few people present did not dare to say anything, and they were as solemn and solemn as watching the military parade. Song Ye also followed the instructions step by step and adjusted his perspective.
Just when she was wondering why Qin Zhan didn't let her try to hit the ball, there was a sudden force behind her.
"When there are multiple options to score, the priority is to score the next goal and block the opponent's next ball path." Warm breath suddenly sprayed in his ears, Qin Zhan was tall and tall His body was like a majestic mountain leaning down. Although there was no weight to suppress it, the invasion of breath was particularly obvious.
Song Ye's ears were itchy from the breath of his words, and he subconsciously hid to one side, and the other side of his face touched the other person's arm.
"Concentrate." The hand pressing the pole and the hand controlling the ball were both held together. Song Ye found this position uncomfortable.