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 in 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 blew out a smoke ring and replied calmly.
"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?"
"I'll kill you." Yang replied calmly.
"Ok~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, and he interrupted and asked, "Will Yang move while we are 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 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 and smiled. "What reason do I have to cheat? To win you
A temporary work permit? If I really want that thing, can 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, 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 in the face of every dart, Yang will do his best to dodge...
It doesn’t matter who threw the 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 skills.
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
I have to take it as a bet. Let me go all out."
"Ha...as I said, you are a smart man." The shooter pointed at Brother Jue with the finger holding the cigarette and smiled.
"Okay, let's talk about the other rules." Feng Bujue's tone when he said this basically showed that he had decided on the outcome.
"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’ll give you a chance 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 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."
"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. As he spoke, he raised his hands, crossed his fingers, and pushed his palms outward. It seemed that 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 with a whole basket of apples in his hand.
"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 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, there must be an advantage to attacking first. As long as the first dart can hit, the second attacker will not even have a chance to make a move. The game will be lost. Secondly, choose in odd rounds.
The person who strikes first 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 is underestimating the enemy, right... Humph... After all, I am 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's "can move his body" seems to be a variable, considering the premise of "ensuring that the apple does not fall from the top of his head"... it is not a problem. Under the premise of having an apple on his head, he can make
How much movement is required? At most, it's just a shrinking of the neck or a horizontal movement of a few centimeters.
"Okay! Look at my first dart!" Feng Bujue raised his elbow high, exerted force on his wrist, and threw out a dart...
For a moment, he felt that he had won the game.
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 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 and caught the apple with the top of his head.
Of course, we all know...the surface of an apple is uneven, and 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
For example...the apple will still fall to the ground.
But...Yang could use his spring-like neck, combined with his weird body movements and sharp head fine-tuning movements...to stabilize Apple again within two seconds.
"Humph, 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 hit and hurt a lot, "Did you make a mistake? It's just fun! This is not scientific..."
"This is indeed not science." Yang showed an incomprehensible 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 still 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 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 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..."
"Watch the dart!" 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 strike.
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 in place at super high speed, letting the apple itself take on the power of rotation. Then he retracted his body and supported the ground with one hand. At the moment when the apple began to fall due to gravity,
Then flip it back up.
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 the apple still did not hit the ground.
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, so 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 maneuver, forcibly shifting his body's center of gravity. After turning back half a meter laterally, 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 each other, the only one who can force me to use the 'Thomas Turn Back and Retrieve Fruit 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 at the bar. "You should already know how this game is played, right? Then let's show you the 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)
