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Chapter seven hundred and thirty fourth victory

"One night's sleep?"

Tang Yanxi was almost furious when he heard this: "Ye Fan, bastard, are you brainwashed?"

"A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory!"

"Who gave you the courage to say this?"

"Hurry up and apologize to Ziqi!"

She never expected that Ye Fan would speak like this. This would not only offend Han Ziqi, but also ruin her connections in the circle.

Tang Yanxi regretted bringing Ye Fan here and making a banquet miserable.

Pang Zhuang and Lu Kun were also filled with indignation, feeling that Ye Fan really didn't know how to live or die.

Who is Han Ziqi, the daughter of a wealthy family, their goddess, who dares to sleep with her?

Several people raised their stools and prepared to blow Ye Fan's head.

"stop!"

Han Ziqi waved his hand to stop everyone, his eyes extremely cold.

If today was not her birthday and she wanted to vent her anger, she would have asked someone to throw Ye Fan into the sea.

She looked at Ye Fan and said coldly: "If you beat me in one of the three games, I will give you 10 million."

Ten million?

This caused many people to exclaim that Han Ziqi was generous in his move and the bet was astonishing, but it was impossible for Ye Fan to win.

"If you lose, you'll be slapped a hundred times and work at my Han family for free for three years. How about that?"

Han Ziqi planned to let Ye Fan wash the toilet for three years.

Lu Kun sneered: "Boy, you have earned it. It will be your honor for eight lifetimes to work in the Han family."

Li Xiaoman and the others started laughing.

Tang Yanxi was extremely anxious: "Ye Fan, stop making trouble and apologize to Miss Han quickly."

Ye Fan decided to castrate everyone.

He looked at Han Ziqi and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Han Ziqi was stunned: "Not yet."

"I win, you can be my girlfriend for seven days."

Ye Fan said calmly: "If I lose, I will slap myself a thousand times and work for the Han family for ten years."

The whole place was in an uproar and then became furious.

"Boy, you are a toad eating swan meat."

"I think you're out of your mind."

"If you want Ziqi to be your girlfriend, why don't you look in the mirror?"

"Ziqi, don't be polite to this kind of person, just throw him into the sea and drown him."

Pang Zhuang and Lu Kun were furious, shouting at Ye Fan for not overestimating his capabilities. Tang Yanxi also sighed, Ye Fan, Ye Fan, do you have to do this to impress people in order to gain some limelight?

Too childish.

Han Ziqi didn't get angry, but her pretty face became colder: "Are you confident?"

Ye Fan said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense, do you want to gamble or not?"

Han Ziqi threw a club: "Okay, I promise you."

Ye Fan took the cue: "Snooker, nine-ball and American style?"

"These are too complicated."

Han Ziqi's voice was cold: "Keep it simple, so as not to bully you."

"Let's just play Chinese eight ball."

She pointed her finger and said, "I'll let you tee off first. If you win one of the three games, you'll be considered a winner."

Chinese eight-ball, the simplest way to play table tennis, is to use balls from one to fifteen in groups of one to seven to form full-color balls.

A group of nine to fifteen is called a suit ball.

Black number eight independent.

Whoever puts the seven balls from one group into the bag first, and then puts the black number eight into the bag, is the winner.

If one party mistakenly pockets the black eight-ball or knocks the black eight-ball off the table during the game, the opponent wins the game.

Who plays which group of balls will be chosen by the first person to hit the ball.

"Okay, I'll do it!"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense. He took a step forward, leaned over, took the club and stabbed the white ball hard.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

Short and powerful sounds of billiard balls exploded one after another.

Lu Kun and Tang Yanxi's bodies shook and their heads buzzed, as if firecrackers were exploding in their ears.

Han Ziqi couldn't help but secretly exclaimed that Ye Fan's stroke was too arrogant and too powerful.

Then, she was noncommittal at all. Billiards is all about technique, and brute force cannot solve the problem.

Ye Fan is destined to lose.

Ye Fan laughed loudly: "Sorry, I'm a little too strong."

In the disdain of Li Man'er and the others, the white ball was like a mad cow. Not only did it knock away fifteen balls, but it also continued to shuttle back and forth with the remaining energy.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, a No. 1 ball was knocked into the left pocket by the white ball.

Lu Kun and the others joked slightly: "I didn't expect this kid to be a bit unlucky."

"Crack!"

While he was talking, ball No. 2 also fell into the tail bag during the impact.

Pang Zhuang was slightly surprised and said subconsciously: "This kid is very lucky."

Li Man'er and the others also nodded: "It's true that there is a bit of luck, but unfortunately, luck can be one or the other."

They didn't believe that Ye Fan was Han Ziqi's opponent. Han Ziqi was once one of the top ten professional players in Hong Kong.

How could Ye Fan win against such a woman who makes people look up to her?

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

As his thoughts were turning, balls No. 3 and No. 4 were also put into the pocket one after another. In the group of balls No. 1 to No. 7, Ye Fan had already scored four.

Tang Yanxi's eyelids twitched: "The ball is still spinning..." Han Ziqi didn't care much at first, just adjusting his touch.

In her opinion, Ye Fan's goal was like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

No matter in terms of posture or strength, he is even more amateur than an amateur.

Only when she saw everyone's surprised expressions did she realize that something was wrong.

I don’t know how hard Ye Fan used that shot. After scoring four balls in a row, the white ball and the other table balls were still colliding and rolling.

"Crack!"

Under Han Ziqi's fiery gaze, there were two more collisions, and the two balls, No. 5 and No. 6, went into the middle two pockets.

Six balls into the bag! Li Man'er and the others opened their mouths wide. Oh my god, how is this possible?

He scored six goals with one stick, isn't Ye Fan so lucky?

"Crack!"

There was another crisp sound, and the No. 7 ball also landed gorgeously.

At this point, all colored balls from numbers one to seven have entered the net.

Dozens of people all opened their mouths, looking at this scene in disbelief. They never expected that Ye Fan was so lucky to score a group of goals in one shot.

Li Maner almost cried: "It's still spinning..." Tang Yanxi and the others discovered that even though they had scored seven goals in a row, the white balls on the table were indeed still spinning, rolling like chicken blood.

For the first time, Han Ziqi's heart trembled inexplicably.

"Bang!"

The white ball hit the edge of the table and bounced back, then hit the black number eight in the corner.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, black eight, into the bag.

Complete victory! The entire audience was completely silent.

Tang Yanxi, Pang Zhuang, and everyone including Han Ziqi all opened their mouths.

They stared blankly at the half-cleared table, as if they couldn't believe that all of this was real.

Everyone has their eyes on Ye Fan, and they still can't accept the ending of Ye Fan's one-shot victory.

This is not the level of a country bumpkin, it is more than enough to beat professional golfers.

If this is luck, it is also the luck of winning 300 million.

Han Ziqi also looked at Mark again, his eyes shining.

She always felt that Mark was a little different, but she didn't expect that he would be so capable of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

She lost, unwilling to lose, but helpless...


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