Seeing Chen Yang's light clapping movements, everyone's eyelids couldn't help but jump wildly.
The image of the bowling pin being knocked down still lingered in front of my eyes. For a moment, the empty sports ground was silent.
After a moment, as if electricity was turned on, the color of the world returned. A middle-aged man who had previously mocked Chen Yang jumped to the ground, as if he had seen a ghost.
"I...did I read that correctly? They all got hit?"
"Impossible, this must be deceiving! I have seen his movements, so unfamiliar and not standard, how can he achieve such good results!"
"It must be luck!"
"What a piece of shit luck."
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Seeing that Chen Yang hit the best result with the first ball, Tang Wan, who was worried, breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Chen Yang, who knows a little about time, never disappoints anyone!
Tang Wan's beautiful eyes lingered on Chen Yang, her face flushed.
The lobby manager next to him who had been busy making fun of his bad feet changed his expression when he saw this scene.
This Young Master Yang's love rival actually knocked down all ten pins even though he had never played bowling!
How is this possible and how much luck does this require?
It is even more impossible to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, because anyone can see the unfamiliarity of not having touched the ball for many years, and it is impossible to fake it.
The lobby manager has seen too many people playing bowling in this hotel. There are experts and novices. He still has this judgment.
It's so unfamiliar that it's like playing for the first time, but you get full marks as soon as you play?
This is as shocking as how someone who has never read a book can recite a large number of majestic "Manjianghong" with great emotion and emotion.
Chen Yang's expression did not show surprise or happiness, and no extraneous emotion was revealed, making it unpredictable.
Yang Taidi's face looked ugly, as if he had eaten a dead mouse. Today was a show prepared for him, but he was snatched away by this loser's little luck.
That's right, in Yang Taidi's view, players like Chen Yang, who have no experience or foundation, can achieve good results only by luck, and there is no other way.
A mere son-in-law, a pretty boy who lives for nothing, a coward that everyone despises, actually steals his limelight, and Yang Taidi is furious.
After losing the ball for the first time, Chen Yang smiled lightly and joked: "It seems that my luck is pretty good."
Yang Taidi smiled coldly: "You are indeed lucky. Unfortunately, luck always runs out. This is the first ball. I don't believe you can still have such good luck with the following balls."
Chen Yang shrugged, looking scornful of his words.
Yang Taidi looked at Chen Yang's calm look with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Chen Yang, no matter how lucky you are, in this world of bowling, it should be over."
Yang Taidi has played bowling too many times and has seen those pretentious people too many times.
Some players who are trying bowling for the first time are very lucky and can knock down all the pins with the first ball. However, this is a sport and relying on luck alone has no effect.
The second time I played, I was no longer as heroic as the first time. I had used up all my luck, and my performance was not even as good as that of an ordinary beginner.
"This good-for-nothing is dead now. He would have been able to disparage himself and please Mr. Yang by admitting defeat directly or stepping down immediately after conceding the ball for the first time. Unfortunately, he did not seize the opportunity."