Chapter 714 Dave's World (Thirteen)

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 the 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 apples." 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 master of darts, he can shoot cherries as well as apples... Therefore, there must be a conspiracy behind this development...

"Where...that 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.

"Um...let me confirm..." Feng Bujue said to Yang, "What would happen to you if I accidentally threw the dart at your head or face?"

"Kill you." Yang replied calmly.

"Okay~ok~" Feng Bujue wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned his head. He looked at the shooter and said, "Go on..."

The shooter replied while smoking: "During the competition, Yang will hold the apple. 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. He interrupted and asked, "Will Yang move while we are throwing darts?"

The shooter smiled: "Haha... you are very smart, Dave." He blew out another puff of smoke. "Fuck - of course he can move. He can move however he wants as long as the apple doesn't fall from his head."

"I'm afraid...it's not fair..." Feng Bujue said. "As long as you two cooperate a little bit, I will lose, right?"

"Hahaha..." the shooter laughed, "Dave...my man, you think too much." He put a hand on Brother Jue's shoulder. 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?"

"Well...that's true..." Feng Bujue thought for a while, and that's really what happened.

"To take a step back, this is not a formal game, and there is not even an audience. Putting aside the bet factor, do I have any motive for cheating?" 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... No matter who threw the dart."

"I understand." Feng Bujue said in a deep voice. "You just want to find a master who is comparable to you, but you are afraid that I will be perfunctory." It only took him a short time to figure out the other party's intentions, "So, you made such a bet... ..." He pointed to his temporary work permit, "This certificate is worthless to you; but it is unobtainable to me, so you have to use it as a bet and let me go all out. ”

"Ha... As I said, you are a smart man." The shooter pointed at Brother Jue with a cigarette in his hand and smiled.

"Okay, let's talk about other rules." Feng Bujue's tone when he said this basically showed that he had accepted the 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. He raised his eyebrows and said, "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 opportunity to ask you questions.”

"That's right." The shooter continued, "On the contrary...even 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 round, each person holds three darts and throws them in turn. Whoever hits the apple first will be considered the winner. If no one hits after the six darts are thrown, This round is considered a draw.”

"So 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—that'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 agreed, 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." After a few seconds, 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 round. From now on, we will adopt a rotating first-attack system."

"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 is successful, the attacker behind will not even have a chance to make a move and will lose the round. Secondly. The person who chooses to strike first in odd-numbered rounds can have one more chance to strike 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 if watching.

"Hehehe..." Feng Bujue sneered in his heart, "Thief Sun... He thinks he has two brushes, so he underestimates the enemy, right... Humph... After all, I am also a C-level man who specializes in shooting. Even in reality The world...I can easily fly an apple with a dart..."

At this time, Brother Jue was full of confidence and confident. He was at least 80% sure that he could hit the target.

Although Yang "can move his body". It seems to be a variable, but considering its premise "to ensure 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 elbows high and exerted force on his wrists. Throw a dart...

For 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... I saw the apple flying vertically upwards, and Yang's body sank with the movement of his neck, 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 know...the surface of apples is uneven. The top of a person's head is not a flat surface, so when the surfaces of these two objects come into contact, the apple is bound to roll out in a certain direction. Normally...the apple would still fall to the ground.

But...Yang could use his spring-like neck, combined with weird body movements and sharp head fine-tuning movements...to stabilize Apple within two seconds.

"Hmph, at this level, you still want to shoot the apple on my head?" After Yang stood firm, he cast a contemptuous look at Feng Bujue and said this in a rather disdainful tone.

"Hey..." Brother Jue was deeply shocked. He felt that his heart was greatly hit and hurt. "Did you make a mistake? It's just fun! This is not scientific..."

"This is indeed not science." Yang showed an inscrutable look and 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 there!"

"Ha... you know how profound the escort world is, young man." At this time, the shooter walked over from the side, raised his head, looked down at Brother Jue and muttered.

"Why did the title of me suddenly become Japanese... Didn't you call me young man before..." Feng Bujue couldn't suppress the desire to complain, "By the way, what is the 'dart fruit world'? Huh? Is this forbidden realm only known to you two..."

"Forget it..." The shooter ignored Brother Jue's words and picked up his first dart, "I'll let you see...what's the difference between a real 'darter' and you."

Feng Bujue heard another term that was full of Zhong Er aura, and he responded with empty eyes: "Are you sure you didn't make up this messy setting temporarily..."

"Look at the darts!" the shooter yelled, using the footwork of a group of old ladies performing a yangko dance, taking a false step and flicking his wrist to attack.

Swish - chirp chirp chirp -

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... was 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--

Two seconds later, the dart hit the wall. But Apple has still not landed.

It turns out... 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 smiled, "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 each other, the only one who can force me to use the 'Thomas Turn Back 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 Net King!" Thomas Let’s not talk about the technique of turning back to receive the fruit... This kind of term is simply an insult to the names of all special moves... Is there any mental pollution? "

"Okay, Dave, it's your turn again." After throwing a dart, the shooter 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.”

"Fuck your mother..." Feng Bujue was cursing in his mind, "I really want to find eighteen bald men to whip you with folding stools..."

Depressed, depressed, the game has begun and he must finish it.

Therefore, he silently raised his second dart... (To be continued...)