Chapter 714 (1/2)
The rules put forward by the shooter are different from the regular dart competition.
As for this, Feng didn't realize that he was prepared for it. He didn't think that there would be someone to score in this dart competition in the bar.
But Brother Jue didn't expect that the other side would come up with a competition form
”Shoot an apple?” When the shooter said these three words, Feng unconsciously repeated them immediately, as if to make sure whether he had heard them wrong.
”Yes, shoot the apple.” Sagittarius rolled a cigarette for himself, smoked a mouthful, leisurely way back.
”With darts?” Asked Feng unconsciously.
”With darts.” The archer replied.
”Oh...” Feng unconsciously nods. His ”Oh” doesn't mean he understands anything. He's just procrastinating.
Brother Jue knows that if the shooter is really a dart expert, it's not to say that he shoots apples. He can shoot cherries So, there must be a conspiracy in this development
”That Where are the apples? ” After thinking for a few seconds, Feng unconsciously asked a very constructive question.
”On Yang's head.” The shooter puffed out a smoke ring and calmly returned.
”Ha?” Feng can't feel a look at Yang. ”Is that ok?”
”Of course.” Yang frowned and gave a definite answer.
”That I'll make sure... ” Feng unconsciously said to Yang, ”what would you do if I accidentally threw the dart on your head or face?”
”Kill you.” Yang calmly returned.
”OK ~ OK ~” Feng unconsciously wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, turned his head, looked at the shooter and said, ”go on...”
The shooter replied while smoking: ”during the contest. Yang tou will hold the apple and stand in front of the wall... ” He pointed to a wall on the other side of the bar, ”and we stayed at the bar and took turns throwing darts at the apples.”
”Wait...” ”What did Feng catch very keenly?” he interrupted. ”Can Yang move when we throw darts?”
The archer smiled: ”ha ha You're smart, Dave. ” He puffed out his cigarette again. ”Furfura - he can move, of course. He can move as he wants without dropping the apple from the top of his head.”
”I'm afraid It's not fair... ” I don't know. ”As long as you two cooperate a little, I'll lose, won't I?”
”Hahaha...” The shooter laughed, ”Dave You think too much, my man. ” He put his hand on brother Jue's shoulder and smiled. ”Why should I cheat? To win your temporary work permit? If I really want that thing, I'll just force you to hand it in with a gun. ”
”Well This is... ” I can't help but think about it. It's really that.
”To put it another way, it's not a formal competition, not even for the audience. Do I have any incentive to cheat, regardless of the stakes? ” The archer asked again.
”It doesn't seem to be.” I can't feel the way back.
”So...” The shooter stood up and paced the bar You don't have to worry about fairness. I can promise. In the face of every dart, Yang will try his best to dodge Whoever threw that dart. ”
”I see.” ”You just want to find a master who is equal to yourself. But I'm afraid I'll muddle through. ” It took him only a short time to figure out the other party's intention, ”so, you put forward such a bet...” He pointed to his temporary work permit. ”It's nothing to you, but it's not available to me. That's why you're betting on it. Let me do my best. ”
”Ah As I said, you are a wise man. ” The shooter pointed to brother Jue with a cigarette between his fingers. Show a smile.
”Well, let's talk about the other rules.” I can't feel the tone when I say this. It basically shows that he has the right to win.
”Twenty one games in all.” The shooter said, ”no matter what the final score is, we have to play to the end.”
Feng unconsciously held his chest in one hand, held his chin in the other hand, and raised his eyebrows. ”That is to say, even if you won the first ten games, you won my temporary work permit In the remaining 11 innings, I still have the opportunity to ask you questions. ”
”That's right.” The shooter said, ”opposite Even if you win all the first 12 innings and put an end to my possibility of winning, I will finish all the 21 innings with you as well. ”
”There's no reason for me to refuse this rule that has an advantage for me.” I can't feel the answer.
”Very well.” The shooter nodded, and then explained, ”in each round, each of them holds three darts and throws them in turn. Whoever hits the apple first will be regarded as winning. If no one hits after six darts are thrown, this round will be considered a draw. ”
”How about a draw?” Asked Feng unconsciously.
”A draw is a draw.” The shooter said, ”my victories don't count, and you can't ask questions.”
”Well, it's fair.” I can't feel the way.
”Furfura - that's all the rules. No problem. Let's start.” When the shooter said this, he took a last puff of smoke. Then he put out the cigarette end and stood up.
”Yes.” Feng also stood up. As he spoke, he raised his hands, crossed his fingers and pushed his palms outwards, which seemed to be a warm-up.