At this moment, everyone turned their heads and looked at Tang Feng with amusement on their faces to see what he would do next. It was undeniable that Wang Teng's score of 49 points was already very high, and it was too difficult to surpass him!
Zhuge Furong was silent and looked a little ugly. Of course she was on Tang Feng's side, but she also knew that it was obviously impossible to dissuade Tang Feng from playing this game.
Because she knew Tang Feng well and knew that this was a man who meant what he said!
Zeng Biao stood up at this time and said: "Tang Feng, if you are driving like this, I think you should stop competing, right?"
Gu Shaohua echoed: "Yes, it's almost impossible to surpass Mr. Wang's results. You, surnamed Tang, might as well just admit defeat. This will make you look upright and straightforward. Even if you lose, it won't be too embarrassing."
Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh and said: "If we don't compete, why don't we compete? Do you just think that I will definitely lose?"
Gu Shaohua immediately asked: "Do you still want to compete? Do you think it is necessary to compete?"
Zeng Biao also laughed and said: "To be honest, Tang Feng, sometimes I admire your courage, but as human beings, we have to recognize the reality clearly. We can't just be ignorant and stupid, right?"
Faced with the cynicism of the two followers, Tang Feng just shook his head and ignored them. He lit a cigarette for himself and stepped forward.
Gu Shaohua was shocked and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "This damn little security guard is really ignorant."
Zeng Biao also said angrily: "Forget it, Mr. Gu, such an ignorant and arrogant person. Originally, we were doing it for his own good and asking him not to lose face anymore, but he refused to listen, so there is nothing we can do."
"Let's just watch it for now. If he loses the game later, we'll see how he steps down!"
Tang Feng walked over, clasped the bowling ball with his five fingers, weighed it slightly in his hand, turned around and asked: "Is this kind of bowling ball that can be used by both hands as long as it knocks over the bottle on the other side of the fence, regardless of the swinging position?"
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Zeng Biao laughed when he heard this and couldn't help but said: "It seems that you are serious about it, Tang Feng. You have never touched bowling. If I were you, I wouldn't have any courage to step on it."
Tang Feng looked at him and said: "So, you are destined to never be me in this life!"
Zeng Biao was stunned for a while, and then he hummed: "As you said, I really don't hope it's you. After all, I don't want to be a watchdog or a security guard."
Tang Feng's face suddenly darkened, and he turned around and said, "Zeng Biao, do you know why you can still stand in front of me on two legs and talk to me now?"
Zeng Biao sneered: "Then I'd like to listen."
Tang Feng pointed at him and said: "Listen carefully, the reason why I don't move you is because we grew up together in an orphanage when we were young, and we still have some friendship. Don't use up this friendship!"
After hearing this, Wang Teng shouted angrily: "Are you done? Now that you're done, hurry up and start bowling. If you don't dare to compete, just say so. Stop whining here."
Then he glared at Tang Feng and said: "Bowling doesn't have any action rules. It doesn't matter what your action is, whether you are left or right, even if you use your feet, as long as you can knock over the fence and bottles!"
Tang Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense. He stood on the spot and flicked his arm, and the bowling ball in his hand flew out. With a bang, ten bottles on the other side of the fence fell to the ground.
"All ten fell down, how is this possible!" Zeng Biao suddenly opened his eyes wide with surprise.
"What a coincidence. It seems like a blind cat met a dead mouse. You also saw that his movements just now were not standard at all. He has never played bowling before!"
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Gu Shaohua said coldly: "It's just a coincidence. One ball can't mean anything at all, unless he combines the next four Grand Slams, but this is absolutely impossible!"
Zeng Biao said angrily: "Yes, a slam is easy, but a second slam is difficult. Let's just watch it!"
Tang Feng didn't bother to pay attention to these sarcastic comments. He picked up the bowling ball in one hand and said to himself: "This thing really doesn't have any technical content."
As he spoke, he grabbed another bowling ball with his left hand.
When the people around saw this, they all stared and exclaimed: "What is this kid trying to do? Could it be that he wants to throw them both out at the same time? He is crazy!"
Of course Tang Feng was not crazy. Under the horrified gazes of everyone, he grabbed a bowling ball in one hand and walked to the middle of the two slides.
With a cold shout, he shook both hands at the same time, two bowling balls rushed out quickly, and twenty bottles crashed to the ground.
"This..." Zeng Biao was stunned, his pupils bulging.
"How is this possible!" Gu Shaohua's face was filled with shock.
"This is unbelievable. There are people in the world who can bowl with both hands at the same time, and they are all Grand Slams. Seriously, you can apply for a world record!"
One of the attendants was amazed, but before he finished speaking, Wang Teng immediately turned his head and glared at him with a very ugly look on his face.
Tang Feng had a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and turned around: "I want to ask, if I hit my left and right hands at the same time, is it not a foul?"
Wang Teng was stunned, Gu Shaohua and Zeng Biao were stunned on the spot. They couldn't answer Tang Feng's words, and they didn't want to.
Zhuge Furong smiled and said: "Of course it's not a foul. Young Master Wang just said it, let alone the left and right hands, even if you kick with your feet."
"Can you still kick with your feet?" Tang Feng nodded and said: "Seriously, there is no technical content in hitting this thing with your hands, so let's have fun with your feet!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked out, and the bowling ball under his feet shot out like a football, quickly hitting the fence in front of him.
Suddenly, like a thunder, it exploded inside the arena, the fence was smashed on the spot, and ten bottles were smashed into the air.
Even the bottles in the two adjacent slides fell down five bottles each due to violent vibrations.
No more, no less, totaling up to exactly fifty, a grand slam!
"This..." Everyone present was petrified on the spot, unable to even speak at this time.
They simply couldn't imagine that this bowling ball, which was no better than a football and as hard as iron, would be kicked out by him. Are this guy's feet made of iron?
After a long time, Wang Teng regained his composure, stepped forward and said, "I admit, I lost."
Tang Feng flicked off the cigarette ashes and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Young Master Wang would admit defeat, but it doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter?" Wang Teng was startled. He couldn't understand, so he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean?"
"Can't understand?"
Tang Feng glanced at him and said calmly: "For example, you compete with a dog. Although you win, you will find it interesting, but will you argue with a dog?"
After finishing speaking, Tang Feng shook his head and turned to leave.
Now Wang Teng understood, his body suddenly became tense and his face turned the color of pig liver.
Tang Feng's contemptuous words made him feel a hundred times more uncomfortable than direct humiliation.
