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- The rules proposed by the shooter are naturally different from those of a regular darts game.
Feng Bujue had already been mentally prepared for this. He didn¡¯t think anyone would score points in a darts game like this in a bar.
But Brother Jue didn't expect that the competition format the other party came up with was actually
"Shoot an apple?" When the shooter said these three words, Feng Bujue immediately repeated them, as if he wanted to make sure he heard correctly.
"Yes, shoot the apple." The shooter rolled himself a cigarette, took a puff, and replied leisurely.
"Shoot with darts?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Shoot with a dart," the shooter replied.
"Oh" Feng Bujue nodded. His "oh" did not mean that he understood anything. He was just delaying time.
Brother Jue knows that if the shooter is really a darts master, he can shoot cherries as well as apples Therefore, there must be a conspiracy in this current development
"Wherethat apple?" After thinking for a few seconds, Feng Bujue asked another very constructive question.
"Put it on Yang's head." The shooter replied calmly, blowing out smoke rings.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue glanced at Yang, "Is this okay?"
"Of course." Yang gave a definite answer with a sullen face.
"Well let me confirm" Feng Bujue said to Yang, "What would happen to you if I accidentally threw the dart on your head or face?"
"I'll kill you." Yang replied calmly.
"Okay~ok~" Feng Bujue wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned his head, looked at the shooter and said, "Go on"
The shooter replied while smoking: "During the competition, Yang will hold the apple on his head and stand in front of that wall" He pointed to a wall on the other side of the bar, "And the two of us will stay here at the bar, taking turns. Throw a dart at the apple."
"Wait a minute" Feng Bujue caught something very keenly, so he interrupted and asked. "Will Yang move while we're throwing darts?"
The shooter smiled: "Haha you are very smart, Dave." He puffed out smoke again, "Fu - of course he can move. He can move as much as he wants as long as the apple does not fall from his head. How to move."
"I'm afraidit's not fair" Feng Bujue said. "As long as you two cooperate a little bit, I will lose, right?"
"Hahaha" the shooter laughed, "Davemy man, you think too much." He put a hand on Brother Jue's shoulder and smiled. "What reason do I have for cheating? To win your temporary work permit? If I really want that thing, can't I just force you to hand it over at gunpoint?"
"Wellthat's true" Feng Bujue thought about it for a while, and that's really what happened.
"To take a step back, this is not a formal game, there is not even an audience. Putting aside the bet factor, do I have any motivation to cheat?" the shooter asked again.
"It seems not." Feng Bujue replied.
"So" the shooter stood up and walked around the bar, "you don't have to worry about fairness. I can guarantee that. Facing every dart, Yang will do his best to dodge It doesn¡¯t matter who threw that dart.¡±
"I understand." Feng Bujue said in a deep voice, "You just want to find a master who is as good as yourself to compete. But you are afraid that I will be perfunctory." It only took him a short time to figure out the opponent's strength. Intention, "So, you made such a bet" He pointed to his temporary work permit, "This permit is worthless to you; but to me, it is unobtainable. So you Just take it as a bet. Let me go all out."
"Haas I said, you are a smart man." The shooter pointed at Brother Jue with the finger holding the cigarette. Give a smile.
"Okay, let's talk about other rules." Feng Bujue's tone when he said this. It basically shows that he has accepted this victory or defeat.
"There are twenty-one rounds in total." The shooter continued, "No matter what the final score is, we must play to the end."
Feng Bujue crossed his chest with one hand and held his chin with the other, raising his eyebrows and saying: "In other words, even if you win the first ten rounds and win my temporary work permit In the remaining eleven rounds, I still have I have the opportunity to ask you questions.¡±
"That's right." The shooter continued, "On the contraryeven if you win the first twelve rounds, eliminating the possibility of me winning, I will still finish all twenty-one rounds with you."
"I have no reason to refuse this kind of rule that is advantageous to me." Feng Bujue responded.??
"Very good." The shooter nodded, and then explained, "In each game, each person holds three darts and takes turns throwing them. Whoever hits the apple first will be considered the winner. If no one hits after the six darts are thrown, This round will be considered a draw.¡±
"What if it's a tie?" Feng Bujue asked.
¡°A tie is a tie,¡± the shooter said. ¡°My winning rounds don¡¯t accumulate, and you can¡¯t ask questions.¡±
"Okay, that's fair." Feng Bujue answered.
¡°F¡ªthat¡¯s about all the rules, no problem, let¡¯s get started.¡± When the shooter said this, he took the last puff of his cigarette, then he put out the cigarette butt and stood up.
"Okay." Feng Bujue also stood up. While he was talking, he had raised his hands, crossed his fingers and pushed his palms outward, as if this was a warm-up.
"Wait for me first." Seeing that the two of them had made up their mind, Yang walked out of the bar and walked into a room in the corner of the bar.
A minute later, he came out, carrying a whole basket of apples.
"I'm ready." A few seconds later, Yang put an apple on his bald head and stood calmly in front of the far wall.
"Do you want to attack first?" The shooter took out six darts from the bar and handed three to Brother Jue.
"Can I still choose to attack first and then attack later?" Brother Jue asked suspiciously.
"Okay." The shooter said, "But it's only the first game. From now on, we will adopt the system of taking turns to attack first."
"Then I will definitely attack first." Feng Bujue replied.
This is a very easy calculation First of all, attacking first must have an advantage. As long as the first dart can hit, the second attacker will not even have a chance to make a move. You will lose the game. Secondly, the person who chooses to attack first in odd-numbered rounds can have one more opportunity to attack first than the opponent, because this darts game has a total of twenty-one rounds.
"Then please." The shooter made a "please" gesture and stood aside very relaxedly. As a spectator.
"Hehehe" Feng Bujue sneered in his heart, "Thief Sun you think you are underestimating the enemy because you have two brushes, right Humph After all, I am also a C-level man who specializes in shooting, even in reality The worldI can easily fly an apple with a dart"
At this time, Brother Jue is full of confidence and confident. He is at least 80% sure that he can hit the target.
Although Yang "can move his body". It seems to be a variable, but considering the premise of "ensuring that apples do not fall from the top of the head" it is not a problem. How much movement can he make with the apple on his head? The most you can do is shrink your neck or move a few centimeters laterally.
"Okay! Look at my first dart!" Feng Bujue raised his elbow high, exerted force on his wrist, and threw out a dart
There was a moment. He felt like he had won a round.
However¡¡
"Drink!" The moment Brother Jue threw the dart, Yang, who had an apple on his head, shouted loudly and stretched and retracted his neck.
In an instant the apple flew vertically upwards, while Yang's body sank as his neck tightened, and he was stuck like a horse.
A second later, Feng Bujue¡¯s dart flew between Apple and Yang¡¯s head, hitting nothing.
After the dart passed by, Yang straightened up again. Catch the apple with the top of its head.
Of course, we all knowthe surface of an apple is uneven, and the top of a person's head is not a flat surface either. So when the surfaces of these two objects come into contact, the apple is bound to roll out in a certain direction. Normallythe apple would still fall to the ground.
¡°ButYang can use his spring-like neck, combined with weird body movements and sharp head fine-tuning movementsto stabilize Apple again within two seconds.
"Humph, at this level, you still want to shoot the apple on my head?" Yang stood firm. Chao Feng Bujue cast a look of contempt and said this in a rather disdainful tone.
"Hey" Brother Jue was deeply shocked. He felt that his heart had been greatly shocked and hurt, "Did you make a mistake? It was just fun! This is not scientific"
"This is indeed not science." Yang showed an inscrutable look. He continued solemnly, "This is a technology, a technology that has been refined and refined over time."
"You have been dedicated to supporting Apple for thirty years!" Feng Bujue shouted, "The most basic trust between people is not there!"
"Hayou know how profound the dart world is, young man." At this time, the shooter walked over from the side, raised his head and looked downBrother Jue read.
"Why did the title of me suddenly become Japanese Didn't you call me young man before" Feng Bujue couldn't suppress his complaints*, "By the way, what is the 'dart fruit world'? Huh? Is this a forbidden realm that only you two know about"
"Forget it" The shooter ignored Brother Jue's words and picked up his first dart, "I'll let you seewhat's the difference between a real 'darter' and you."
Feng Bujue heard another term that was full of Zhong Er aura. He responded with empty eyes: "Are you sure you didn't make up this messy setting temporarily"
"Watch the darts!" the shooter yelled, using the footwork of a group of old ladies doing a Yangko dance, taking a false step and flicking his wrist to attack.
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At that moment, a small dart seemed to turn into a smart snake, with a faint copper-colored light blooming around it.
With the sound of breaking wind, the dart drew an arc in mid-air and flew towards the apple above Yang's head.
¡°And Yang¡¯s side¡is not to be outdone. He was seen spinning on the spot at super high speed, letting the apple itself take on the spinning power. He then retracted his body, supported the ground with one hand, and pushed the apple back up the moment it began to fall due to gravity.
So the apple also flew in an arc, and it was a very high parabola, as if a "0" was drawn in the sky, and finally flew to the top of Yang's head.
Snapped¡ª¡ª
Two seconds later, the dart hit the wall. But Apple has still not landed.
It turns out that although the dart did not hit the apple, the dart needle had touched the peel, which changed the frequency and angle of the apple's rotation, and therefore its falling trajectory also changed accordingly.
Seeing this change, Yang¡¯s reaction was extremely quick
He immediately put his hands on the ground and performed a neat Thomas spin, forcibly shifting his body's center of gravity. After turning back half a meter horizontally, he once again successfully caught the apple with his head.
But this time, a wisp of cold sweat flowed from his bald head.
"Hehehe" The shooter missed a hit, but did not show any disappointment. On the contrary, he showed a smile, "Old man, now you are so comfortable facing my 'Boomerang' ¡¡"
Yang responded to the other party with a look of sympathy, and replied with a sullen face: "Both of us, the only one who can force me to use the 'Thomas Return Technique' is you"
"These two guys are just kidding me" Feng Bujue's mouth twitched and he yelled in his heart, "What kind of fuss is going on with 'Boomerang' Please go back to the set of King of Nets!" Thomas Don¡¯t talk about the technique of turning back to receive the fruit This kind of term is simply an insult to all the names of special moves Is there any mental pollution?"
"Okay, Dave, it's your turn again." After the shooter threw a dart, he sat back on the stool next to the bar. "You should already know how this game is played, right? Then let's show you the highlight, real kung fu. Let¡¯s see.¡±
"You're showing off to your mother" Feng Bujue was cursing in his mind, "I really want to find eighteen bald men with folding stools to whip you"
Depressed is depressed, the game has begun and he must finish it.
Therefore, he silently raised his second dart (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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