Lu Jing Er's eyes shone with starlight as she looked at Song Xinghe in admiration and happiness, "My family's Xinghe is amazing!"
Ning Zimo looked at Ye Fan anxiously. This was going to be troublesome. Unless he achieved a near-perfect result, he would definitely lose.
"It's fine to admit defeat in advance." Song Xinghe said lightly as he looked at Ye Fan indifferently.
Ye Fan was also in a difficult position. It seemed like he couldn't pretend anymore. After all, no matter if he hit 99 or 100, no one would believe that he was a fool.
"I won't admit defeat, but I'll give it a try." Ye Fan grinned and went up to load the bullets.
Raising his gun again, Ye Fan switched to a hand. His arm was like a machine, shooting out bullets at the same frequency and level.
As soon as Ye Fan put down his gun, Fu Peng immediately went to look at the statistics.
On the screen, three bright red numbers appeared. Both Fu Peng and Ning Zimo were stunned.
Song Xinghe and Lu Jing Er frowned, their gazes filled with disbelief …
“100！？”
Fu Peng carefully stared at the number for a long time before he was sure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him.
"Are you f * cking participating in the Olympics?!" Fu Peng was about to faint. This was a real gun. From a distance of 50 meters, ten consecutive shots were all aimed at the bullseye!?
Ye Fan happily said, "My luck is good, I performed exceptionally today."
Although he said that, the people present were not stupid. It was obvious that Ye Fan did not show his true abilities just now.
Song Xinghe's face was gloomy, "If you lose, you lose. Your skills are inferior to others, so you are willing to lose. Ye Fan, tell me your bank account number and I will transfer it to you directly."
"Sigh, forget it. Xinghe, we are all acquaintances, just treat it as playing around." Ye Fan didn't want to make things too ugly.
However, Song Xinghe stubbornly said, "I don't want to play around with others. I said one million, so it's one million! I can afford to lose!
"" Xinghe, let me do it for you. "Lu Jing Er felt that it was her fault and pitifully said in a low voice.
"No need!" Song Xinghe unhappily glared at the woman. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have lost to Ye Fan.
Lu Jing Er was afraid and regretful. She felt that the reason Song Xinghe was angry at her was all because of Ye Fan.
She didn't believe that Ye Fan really had the strength to hit ten rings.
Seeing that Song Xinghe was about to get angry, Fan Xian had no choice but to say, "Ning'er, take the money. Just treat it as me storing it in your Purple Leaf Teahouse."
Ning Zimo pursed her lips and smiled, "I brought you here, and you gave me a million. I'm taking advantage of you too much."
After making a joke to ease the atmosphere, Ning Zimo reported a bank account number to Song Xinghe.
Song Xinghe quickly drew a sum of money, then turned around and left.
Lu Jing 'er followed him out like a little wife who was about to be abandoned. She looked somewhat pitiful.
"Looks like Old Song is depressed today. He actually lost with this result." Fu Peng sighed.
Ye Fan asked curiously, "Aren't you depressed? In the future, you'd better behave yourself and stop having any ideas about my woman. "
Fu Peng curled his lips. "I can still afford to lose. Since you're so skilled, then I'll admit defeat."
As he spoke, Fu Peng extended a hand. "Come, let's be friends. I hope that you can give Miss Ning happiness."
Ye Fan felt that this guy was not bad, so he also extended his hand and shook hands with him.
… ….
In the parking lot outside the club, Song Xinghe had just sat on his R8 when he saw Lu Jing 'er also sitting in the front passenger seat.
"Get down!" Song Xinghe coldly berated.
Lu Jing 'er's face was filled with grievance, and her eyes were filled with tears, "Xinghe, I was wrong. I really didn't expect Ye Fan to be so lucky. "Don't be angry with me."
"Dog shit luck? Have you ever seen someone with dog shit luck hit ten rings!? "Song Xinghe sneered. This woman was truly an idiot.
Lu Jing 'er didn't care about this and said, "Why are you like this? We've been together for four years, and I've been with you since we were in the magnesium country. Why are you getting fiercer and fiercer towards me after you return home?
"" If you think I'm fierce, then scram back to the magnesium country! "
"I... I don't want it! This time, I'm going to marry you!
"When did I say I wanted to marry you? Get out of the car! "Song Xinghe scolded in frustration.
The more Lu Jing 'er heard, the more wronged she became. She shouted, "You're too much!" and then ran out of the car.
Song Xinghe didn't care about the woman. A cold light flashed in his eyes for a while before he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Xinghe? Why do you have time to call me? "An excited female voice came from the other side. It was Liu Shuangshuang.
Song Xinghe said with a strange expression, "Liu Shuangshuang, do something for me. I'll give you a sum of money after that."
"What is it? If you talk about money, it'll hurt your feelings. Just say it! "Liu Shuangshuang said.
An evil smile appeared on the corner of Song Xinghe's mouth, "Today, I discovered a secret about Ye Fan. I want you to tell Yun'er …"
… ….
Ye Fan and Ning Zimo played at the shooting club for the entire afternoon and were in a much better mood. Listening to the sound of bullets being fired from all kinds of guns, it was as if the frustration in his heart had been emptied.
Ye Fan thought about it carefully. Perhaps he should give himself and Su Qingxue some time to get used to each other.
Suddenly, he discovered that his newly married husband was an executioner who had killed many people. His hands were stained with blood, and any woman would collapse. Comparatively speaking, Su Qingxue's reaction was considered calm.
"How is it? Are you in a much better mood?" On the way back, Ning Zimo asked sweetly.
Ye Fan nodded, "What are we going to do next? "Dinner?"
"It's still a bit early. Why don't you go take a look at the results of my elite training and give them some guidance?" Ning Zimo suggested.
Ye Fan thought for a moment. It just so happened that he wanted to study the chant that Xu Lingshan had given him, so going to the training field wasn't a bad idea either.
The two of them returned to the Purple Leaf Tea House and arrived at the open space in the backyard. There were a few young thugs training hard.
These people were all practicing the set of movements that Ye Fan had taught them. Even if it was the simplest for Ye Fan, these young people were still stumbling.
Ye Fan also understood that their foundation wasn't good, so he said a few words of encouragement and gave them some pointers before letting them practice on their own.
Ning Zimo originally thought that Ye Fan was going back to the teahouse to prepare to eat, but in the end, Ye Fan stood in the middle of the field with his eyes closed, as if he was thinking about something.
"Do you want to practice?" Ning Zimo asked.
Ye Fan nodded, "I'm studying something, wait for me."
Ning Zimo understood and watched with the other members of the Purple Bamboo Forest Gang.
Everyone wanted to know what kind of martial arts Ye Fan was practicing.
However, after a full ten minutes, there was still no movement from Ye Fan.
"What is Brother Fan practicing? Meditating? "
"Idiot, how can you meditate while standing?"
Everyone was very puzzled because they couldn't see what was going on.
But at this moment, a sudden pressure spread out with Ye Fan as the center!
"Hiss!" — — "
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