Fang Jian has been prosperous on the road for the past ten years. With the flow of firearms into the country, his good marksmanship has been brought into play. With only a few bullets, he is favored. Even if he comes to Shishi today, he will accept Les Yu's request. The request was only agreed to with due airs.
But he never expected that his boat would capsize in the gutter today and fall into the hands of a smelly kid.
The original intention was to regain the game, but in the end it was a difficult situation.
If you compete, you may lose, but if you don't compete, you will give up.
Killing someone is just a nod, and giving in has never appeared in Fang Jian's dictionary.
"Okay, I can agree, but the premise is that you can beat us." Fang Jian is not a fool, and will not let the other party take advantage of the text loopholes.
"Of course, you are the one who loses the gold card of Sega here." Song Ye shrugged, took out the gold card that had not been warmed, and threw it on the table. It looked much sharper and bolder than Fang Jian.
When he saw this gold card, Fang Jian's face turned completely dark. He glanced sideways at Les Yu, smiling broadly, "Boss Le is indeed a generous person. He is so generous to the Second Young Master's classmates."
This kind of friendly support is really nice to say, the brat is obviously brought by Les Yu, and he's still pretending.
"I always value capable people." Les Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked meaningfully at Song Ye by the wall.
The latter looked back at him with cold eyes, and his momentum was uncompromising.
Lesyu curled up his lips. He really felt that this child was getting more and more interesting.
After successfully being tricked by Song Ye, Les Yu had to completely side with the young man and make a desperate move.
Both parties took advantage of each other, and Song Ye was finally satisfied and stood on the shooting platform again, watching Fang Jian stand beside him and stare at the target eagerly, as if he wanted to see through her fake tricks.
Song Ye sneered in her heart, with a flick of her wrist, the magazine was ejected, and in a flash it was loaded again. The moment the empty magazine landed with a clang, her whole body was like a taut bow and arrow, sweeping away the laziness just now, and the look in her eyes With all his strength, he pulled the trigger and fired ten shots in a row. The muzzle of the gun did not move at all under the recoil.
After the ten shots were fired, they heard the sound of empty magazines rolling on the table. Only then did everyone realize in horror that the ten shots had been fired in the blink of an eye.
Continuous shooting, deafening gunshots, the young man holding the gun, the pressure that erupted all over his body, made his heart feel tight, and he couldn't react for a long time.
"Ninety-nine rings." The electronic screen above updated the message in real time. The dazzling numbers brought Fang Jian back to his senses, and his face became dark again.
But before he could speak, the boy over there loaded the bullet into the magazine again, and fired again the moment the empty magazine was ejected. The muzzle of the gun emitted a faint smell of gunpowder smoke due to high friction, and everyone His eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but put all his attention on the boy.
She didn't even aim, she just fired? Damn it, another ninety-nine ring.
Three ninety-nine rings, as if they were intentional. Everyone watched Song Ye take out the gun, and suddenly they felt like they had been tricked, because no matter the speed of her gun or the trajectory of the bullet, nine shots could be fired. At the tenth level, there will be no mistakes in all ten shots.
On the tenth shot, nine rings appeared. It was a small error, but it was still slightly better.
This realization made Fang Jian vomit blood. He wanted to ask the young man if he did it on purpose, but he couldn't even ask such a self-deprecating question to death.
After three rounds, the result was still the same, except that Fang Jian's face was shaved off again.
"Haha, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, good job." Fang Jian bit his back teeth and smiled ferociously. If he still couldn't tell at this point that Song Ye was deliberately pretending to be careless, he didn't have to. Mixed up.
Song Ye did not answer his question, but stretched out his palm and said bluntly, "Lottery."
Pfft... Fang Jian really wanted to vomit blood.
Finally, he took out a check from his pocket and threw it on the table. Fang Jian didn't have the nerve to stay any longer, "Let's go."
This time, Fang Jian couldn't even maintain his grace. He ignored Le Yu and walked away without even saying hello.
Obviously, if he lost this game, even Les Yu would be resented.
Song Ye put away the gold card on the table, opened the check and saw that the number on it was one million.
Oh, Les Yu really thought she was a student and got half the price.
"Ahem, Song Ye, you behaved well. I'll treat you all to dinner tonight." Les Yu also felt embarrassed. This kind of unequal remuneration and being exposed on the spot was too subtle.
Song Ye didn't object, but the others had strange expressions on their faces. When Les Yu left, Wang Qianqian giggled with joy.
"Song Ye, you are so amazing, you are my idol." Wang Qianqian had been holding back her stomachache for a long time. She lay on Song Ye's shoulder and laughed twitchingly, completely ignoring her ladylike image.
She could understand why her father was full of praise every time he talked about Song Ye, and loved and hated him at the same time.
From Bai Zhibin last time to Fang Jian and Les Yu this time, everyone who tried to take advantage of Song Ye was destined to lose everything in the end.
Song Ye pushed the furry head on her shoulders away. She didn't like to have physical contact with others.
Wang Qianqian didn't mind either, and continued to talk shamelessly, "Song Ye, teach me how to shoot. I forgot what Chuanzi taught you last time, okay? Next time your eldest brother comes to see me, I will still follow him immediately You tipped off the news."
Song Ye saw that she was getting happier and happier, but he didn't feel disgusted in his heart, "Don't use him as an excuse." It meant that she was willing to teach.
Wang Qianqian cheered for joy, wishing she could throw herself on Song Ye. Such a blatant act of intimacy fell in the eyes of several other people, and everyone tacitly had their own thoughts.
Fang Ye lowered his head and poked Le Mingyu next to him, "Don't worry now, my relationship with my little lover is going well."
Le Mingyu frowned and glanced at the two people opposite him. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief, softened his expression and muttered: "Not the best." But he still didn't like Song Ye.
After seeing Song Ye's marksmanship, everyone almost relied on Song Ye's guidance and came to ask for advice on anything related to firearms.
Song Ye and Les Yu were already online, and they were not very interested in having fun, so they spent the whole afternoon in guidance.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Les Yu treated a group of high school students to a banquet and booked a private room at the hotel. After dinner, he and Song Ye agreed on a time for another game, and then waved goodbye to everyone.
After leaving the hotel, several people greeted them and wanted to go home, but Song Ye's eyes paused slightly when he glanced towards the street.
"You guys go first, I have something else to do."