According to the rules of the dart game, everyone throws three darts in each round. The blue jersey's feel came quickly. Although the first two darts scored average, the third dart scored forty points.
What is the concept of forty points? We have all seen the dart board. The dart board is divided into many small fan-shaped partitions, like slices of small watermelon slices. Each piece of watermelon corresponds to a different point value. In addition, the entire dart board also draws two concentric circles centered on the bullseye. These two concentric circles seem to be drawn with a highlighter, and the lines are very thin-if you can poke the dart on this thin line, congratulations You, your score can be doubled on the basis of the little watermelon. The small circle doubles and the large circle triples.
The highest score of the small watermelon is 20 points, and we can call it the most beautiful small watermelon. The blue shirt hits the darts on the double zone of the most beautiful watermelon, the position is equivalent to the narrow and thin layer of the skin of the watermelon.
Lanshan looked at Song Zicheng provocatively and found that Song Zicheng was also looking at her with raised eyebrows.
The jar couldn't help applauding her. He found this woman too interesting. You say she is a female man, but people talk and behave quite feminine, and her personality is not so aggressive and oppressive, which will not make men feel threatened; say she is a soft girl... this girl Not soft at all.
After the clapping, the jar said, "Brother Cheng, you come first... Brother Cheng? Brother Cheng?"
Song Zicheng recovered, narrowed his gaze, and started throwing darts. All three darts are played in the single zone, plus thirty-two points, which is not bad.
Lanshan scored a total of forty-eight points with those three darts just now, so now she and Qiao Feng are still leading. Next, Qiao Feng throws.
Under Lanshan's careful guidance, Qiao Feng hit three darts in a row. The total score of the three dart is... zero.
Two darts fell off, and the third dart finally reached the dart board, which lasted for less than a second, and then fell again.
According to the rules, such a score cannot be scored.
The jar couldn't help laughing, his contempt was beyond words. Blue shirt frowned.
This is probably the first zero egg in Qiao Feng's life. He turned his head to look at the blue shirt and found that she seemed unhappy. He was a little guilty, "I'm sorry."
The blue shirt waved his hand, "It's okay, it's the first time to play."
After the jar played, he quickly overtook the score. He was very proud and said jokingly, "I'm not afraid of opponents like tigers, but teammates like pigs."
This doesn't mean Sang Shuhuai, it just refers to Huai Shuhuai.
Lanshan is not someone who can't afford to lose, but she doesn't understand. Is this jar a brain-dead or something? Why has it been aimed at Qiao Feng? She was accumulating little by little by his anger, and now she was about to break through the controllable range.
Song Zicheng glanced at the jar reproachfully, hoping that the jar was enough. He felt that the man really couldn't get up to the wall with mud. A man should not belittle his rival in front of a woman at any time. All you have to do is to compare him, and a woman is not blind. Otherwise, Haw will be awkward, although it is a win, what is the difference between that and Bapo
The blue shirt walked out of the dart line, her eyes were electric, holding the dart "swish" and threw it out. The slender dart was like a fast gliding falcon, cutting through the air, and stabbing into the dart board in a blink of an eye.
-In the middle of the red heart!
The red heart is not the same as the small watermelon. Its score is fifty points.
The blue shirt looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahahaha!"
When it was Qiao Feng's turn again, he shot off two darts one after another. He held the third dart and gestured to the dart board, with no bottom in his heart.
The jar was sitting on the sofa carelessly, jokingly, "Girl, you have to work harder."
The anger in the blue shirt could no longer be suppressed. This little bitch will bully Qiao Feng! She angrily stretched out her hand to Qiao Feng, "Give it to me!"
Qiao Feng was taken aback for a moment, "Can't foul."
Lanshan grabbed the dart in his hand, turned around and looked at the jar, sneered twice, and then slammed his hand at the little bitch.
Seeing the dart needle shining with cold light came head-on, the jar was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He just felt trembling all over, his heart beating wildly, and his goose bumps were all up. At that moment he really felt like he was going to die, his ears roared and his brain went blank.
The dart hit the sofa, almost two inches away from the jar's ear. This distance is enough to prove that the blue shirt is in control of the fire, just want to scare him.
But the jar was still terribly scared, his heart was still thumping and throbbing wildly, and he couldn't stop it. At the same time, he didn't know why, as if apart from fear, there was a little bit of excitement, like a major stimulus. An unexplainable pleasure. He stared blankly at the blue shirt coming towards her, she leaned slightly, pulled out the dart, and then patted the face of the jar with the tail of the dart, and laughed, "Handsome guy, is it cool?"
Jar found that he was not angry at all. Not only was he not angry, but he also felt that the provocative brows in the blue shirt at the moment were so damn beautiful, how charming and charming.
He's so cheap...
Lanshan blinked at him again, "You won't mind if I'm making a joke?"
"do not mind… "
"That's good, let's continue the game."
Song Zicheng watched all this in silence, without speaking to anyone.
Then the game continued. Although the blue jersey was vigorous, he was severely dragged back by Qiao Feng, and in the end he was sadly defeated by two points.
She is willing to bet and lose, she smiled, "Boss, you are very good."
Song Zicheng said politely, "Where, you are the dart player."
"Then boss, what do you want us to do?"
"Not as good as—"
"Wait a minute." Qiao Feng suddenly interrupted Song Zicheng.
The three of them all looked at Qiao Feng, and Lanshan asked, "What's the matter?"
Qiao Feng looked at the jar, he was about three centimeters higher than the jar, and now he held his head slightly, full of meaning. This look made Jars very dissatisfied: a sissy little white face dare to despise me
Qiao Feng asked Jar, "Dare you gamble on chess and cards with me?"
Without waiting for Song Zicheng to stop him, Tan Zi said angrily, "It's all men, what can't you dare?"
Song Zicheng shook his head and sighed secretly. Qiao Feng is also treacherous enough, knowing that the jar is stupid and deceptive, so I asked him. Jar likes to fight against others, and Qiao Feng agrees after being a little excited.
—How can I play chess with him? You can't play chess or cards! This Nima is a monster with extremely high IQ. Any game linked to IQ cannot be played with such a person. This is common sense!
But the matter has come to this, there is no other way but to bite the bullet.
The four of them moved to the chess and card room, and the jar also recalled. This little white face simply refused to admit defeat, and wanted to take this to regain a city. He snorted, "Can't afford to lose."
Qiao Feng admitted frankly, "Yes, I just can't afford to lose."
Juzi didn't expect him to be so shameless.
Qiao Feng also knew that he and Lanshan were at a disadvantage, so he asked Song Zicheng and Tanzi to designate the project, no matter what it was, he could accompany him.
Song Zi sincerely thought that it shouldn't be too complicated to play. The more brainpower required, the more disadvantaged he and the jar. It's not that he is inferior-he is very smart compared to ordinary people, but Qiao Feng is an exception.
The jar thinks so too. In order to avenge Qiao Feng's shame, he also shamelessly chose Doudizhu.
Doudizhu only needs three people, so Lanshan sits on a cold bench, and Qiao Feng fights one against two.
Moreover, the rules of Doudizhu are simple. In addition to wisdom, it also relies on luck to a greater extent. No matter how clever you are, you can't beat other people's two kings and four twos with one three five seven nine in your hand, right
In fact, it’s not fair for the two to fight against each other. However, Qiao Feng readily agreed and formulated other rules. For example, he can always be the local leader and fight against Song and Lu, playing nine games, winning a lot of times. Win.
Song Zicheng didn't stop. He thought to himself that as long as Qiao Feng is lucky enough, he and Tan Zi will still have a great chance of winning.
Switching to Qiao Feng, what he thought was that as long as his luck was not bad, he would win.
Will Qiao Feng have bad luck? Just kidding, this is a six-year-old man who is picking up a set and shaking his middle size. How can his luck go
Lanshan once heard from a customer that the more pure-minded people are, the more lucky they are. She didn't take it seriously at the time, and now seeing a hand drawn by Qiao Feng, she thinks this is too classic.
Qiao Feng won the fifth round in one breath, and then he put the cards in one go. There is no need to play anymore.
Both Song Zicheng and the jar have snacks. Counting cards is no better than others, even luck! Muddy horse! This person is a pervert at all, and should be destroyed by humanity!
Now that both sides lose and lose each, it's a tie. When most people encounter this kind of situation, they will always think of two wins in three games, otherwise a tie is boring. The blue shirt is no exception.
However, Qiao Feng said to her, "Let’s stop playing with them, don’t you want to play billiards? Go play billiards."
Jarzi did shine, "Billiards?" He suddenly learned to be clever and didn't want to be fooled by Qiao Feng, so he glanced at Song Zicheng.
Song Zicheng was very unwilling to lose. In fact, he was unwilling to win just now. Two big men beat a girl and narrowly won. What's so good about this? Now he especially hopes to restore the broken image in front of the blue shirt, so he said, "Why don't we play together? But let's talk about it first. Both of them and I can play billiards well." It's just modesty. They both played well. .
Lanshan said, "I'm average too." She said so, it's really average.
Qiao Feng said, "I didn't play well either."
The other three people think that although Qiao Feng has a high IQ, he is actually two hundred and five. One said he didn’t know how to lie, so he should be really not good at playing... In fact, compared with the handicap when he was playing darts just now, it can be seen. One or two: This person is a typical person with a well-developed mind and simple limbs, lacking athletic talent.
Song Zicheng and Tan Zi were relieved. The four of them went to the billiards room again. It was almost like playing the clubhouse version of the triathlon.
They made an appointment, this time a game is determined to win or lose.
The waiter asked the blue shirt whether he wanted to play American billiards or English billiards. American billiards is the most common kind of fifteen balls, and the last ball is a black eight. English billiards is also snooker. The table tennis balls have many holes and small holes. The rules are so complicated that they are painful and inconsistent with the taste of blue shirts. So she chose a simple and crude American style. After the selection, she asked three men for their opinions. .
Song Zicheng and Tan Zi had no objection.
Qiao Feng said suddenly, "Snooker."
The blue shirt was surprised, "Are you sure? You wait a moment... Do you know what snooker is?"
He nodded, "I know, I want to play snooker."
"You can't even play American style and want to play snooker?"
"I want to play snooker."
"why?"
"Snooker looks like skittles."
… What kind of shit is this! The black line in the blue shirt twitched the corner of her mouth, "No!" She was not good at snooker. If they play snooker, they won't win at all!
Then the two entered the repeater mode.
Qiao Feng: "I want to play snooker."
Blue shirt: "Do not fight."
Qiao Feng: "I want to play snooker."
Blue shirt: "Don't fight!"
Qiao Feng: "I want to play snooker."
Blue shirt: "No fight, no fight, no fight!"
Qiao Feng: "I want to play snooker."
Blue shirt: "... Hit it, hit it!"
Juzi stood beside Song Zicheng, leaning in his ear and whispering, "Brother Cheng, I don't think this little brain damage poses a threat to you anymore."
Song Zicheng squinted his eyes. Why does Qiao Feng insist on playing snooker? Is it really just because snooker looks like rainbow candy... Such a reason sounds unbelievable, but why is there no sense of disobedience in him...
The four opened the snooker table. Lanshan looked at Qiao Feng with a feeling of losing, "After this game, you can eat all the skittles!"
Qiao Feng did not agree.
Snooker uses a scoring system. In addition to the white balls, there are red and colored balls on the table. The rule is that the red and colored balls are played separately. After that, the colored balls must be rounded in a specific order... Do you think it hurts
Why does Qiao Feng choose snooker? It's just because snooker hurts. Generally speaking, the simpler the rules of the game, the higher the degree of freedom, the higher the degree of freedom, the greater the variables, and the result is not easy to control. Games with complex rules are easier to control the field through wisdom.
so…
This time it was Tan Zi who kicked off the ball first, and it was the blue shirt's turn to play after Tan Zi and Song Zicheng. First of all, the blue shirt didn't like the big snooker table. She held the pole and wanted to climb up to play.
"Blue shirt, there is a problem with your grip posture." Song Zicheng said.
"Ah, isn't it?"
Song Zicheng stood beside her to help her correct. There was nothing wrong with his actions, but the two were so close that they had already passed the psychological safety distance of normal people.
Qiao Feng said suddenly, "Blue shirt, get up."
"Huh?" The blue shirt gave him a puzzled look.
Qiao Feng repeated it again, "Get up, stand aside."
The blue shirt was a little annoyed, "What do you mean?"
"obedient."
"I do not."
"Eat squirrel mandarin fish tomorrow."
"Okay." The blue shirt obediently stood aside.
Qiao Feng played with the club.
Juzi looks down on these two people very much. His snooker is very good, this is the feel piled up by experience. He held the club to the side and saw Qiao Feng scored a goal, thinking to himself, this is luck.
Ah, another one? This... luck...
Your grandma is a bear, another one!
The expressions of Tanzi and Song Zicheng were getting harder to look. It's not uncommon for American billiards to have three shots, but snooker is more rare. See how skillful this kid holds the stick, the awe-inspiring momentum of playing... Is this a novice? Cheating!
What is more gratifying is that Qiao Feng did not score fourth.
But he stuck the white ball into the safe area-I can't hit it, and you guys don't want to hit it either.
So cheap...
The jar looked at him resentfully, hoping to arouse his shame.
Qiao Feng felt that these two men were really stupid. Doesn't billiards need spatial geometric calculations and derivation and estimation based on the logic of the ball position? He is Qiao Feng. Isn't it right that he can play billiards well? Why did they believe a simple lie that lured the enemy into deep
Alas, stupid earthlings.
But lying always brings a sense of guilt to Qiao Feng. Now that he sees their resentment, he explains, "Actually, I was a lie just now. I played billiards very well."
We can see it, okay! Don't say it, it's more annoying to say it!
Both Song Zicheng and Tanzi were tortured into a bit of temper.
The blue shirt was very happy. She swept Qiao Feng's shoulder excitedly, "Hey hello, okay?"
Qiao Feng thought to himself, this woman, it's okay to molest him secretly, and she is still acting in front of others. But he gave her face and didn't push her away in public, but waited for her to let go. He said, "You stand aside and don't move. You will fight again when I ask you to fight."
"okay!"
The so-called "Let you play when you play" means that I have maintained the position of the ball, and you can almost score with one pole, so it is up to you to play...
This style of play is really hateful. The jar really wants to die.
Qiao Feng plays a very diverse game, because the rules are not allowed to use any objects to measure the distance between the balls, but this does not bother him. He knows the height of his eyes, his fingers and the length of each knuckle, which can be used as a reference. He can even use the shadow of the billiard ball caused by the light above his head as a reference. The ghost knows how he is. made…
After this competition, Song Zicheng and Tanzi were basically abused the whole time.
After the victory, the blue shirt cheered and high-five Qiao Feng to celebrate. She rubbed her hands, smiled at Song Zicheng and Tan Zi, and made her request, "Boss, can you please feel wronged and kiss Tan Zi?"
When it comes to having fun, such a request is not too much. Lanshan found out Song Zicheng's temper, and felt that the boss should be a clear line between public and private, and would not deduct her bonus tomorrow because she let him kiss a man today.
Song Zicheng was helpless. Although everyone is straight, but they can only be willing to bet and lose. If you can afford to play, you can afford to lose.
Jar wanted to cry without tears, he was going to be kissed by Brother Cheng! Damn what's the matter, I knew I should go upstairs early today, so what a mess here!
According to the regulations of the blue shirts, they should not kiss for less than five seconds, and it is timed by Qiao Feng.
Song Zicheng could only think about it with joy. Fortunately, they are now in an independent billiard room, so the embarrassing scene will not be seen by others.
Then Lanshan took out his phone silently...
Qiao Feng also took out his cell phone, he wanted to count the seconds.
Song Zicheng was so desperate, he pulled the jar and pressed his lips to it. Both felt too sick to see the man's face, so they simply closed their eyes. Looking at it this way, it feels pretty good.
Qiao Feng counted the seconds, "Five, four, three, two."
… What about one
Song Zicheng and Tanzi waited for a while and did not wait for "one". They separated and moved far away from each other. They looked up and saw that Qiao Feng, who was supposed to count the seconds, was tilting his head to look at Lanshan's mobile phone. The two people huddled their heads together, discussing something grinningly.
Jar was angry, "Why don't you finish reading?"
Qiao Feng glanced at him inexplicably, "I have read'two', don't you know that you can separate after a while?"
… Shameless!
The blue shirt was very happy to see the jar slumped. She recorded the entire process, and then said dogmatically to Song Zicheng, "Don't worry, boss, I won't show it to others casually."
Song Zicheng just wants to go home now...
Then the four people dispersed like this. Lanshan went home with Qiao Feng. On the way, she bought him skittles.
Qiao Feng was very happy, eating while walking.
Lanshan said, "Qiao Feng, I think you are different today."
"Why is it different?"
"You look combative today, not the same as you are."
"Yes?"
"Yes, you see you never cared about winning or losing before, and today I am more anxious than I am."
Qiao Feng answered casually while eating candy, "Because I want you to win."