The rules proposed by the shooter were naturally different from a regular darts competition.
Feng Bujue was already mentally prepared for this. He didn't think that anyone would bother with a darts competition in a bar.
But … Brother Jue didn't expect the shooter to come up with a format that was …
"Shoot an 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 an apple," the shooter replied leisurely after rolling a cigarette for himself and taking a puff.
"With darts?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"With darts," the shooter replied.
"Oh …" Feng Bujue nodded. His "oh" didn't mean that he understood anything. He was just stalling for time.
Brother Jue knew that if the shooter was really a darts expert, he could even shoot cherries, let alone apples. So, with this development, there had to be a conspiracy …
After thinking for a few seconds, Feng Bujue asked a very constructive question, "So … where should I put the apple?"
"On Yang's head," the shooter replied calmly as he blew out a smoke ring.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue glanced at Yang. "Is that okay?"
"Of course," Yang gave a firm answer with a straight face.
"Um … Let me make sure …" Feng Bujue said to Yang. "If I accidentally throw a dart on your head or face, what will you do?"
"I'll kill you," Yang replied calmly.
"Okay, okay …" Feng Bujue wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and turned to look at the shooter. "Please continue …"
The shooter replied while smoking, "During the competition, Yang will stand in front of that wall with the apple on his head …" He pointed to the wall on the other side of the bar. "And the two of us will stay at the bar and take turns throwing darts at the apple."
"Wait a minute …" Feng Bujue very sensitively caught something, and he interrupted to ask, "When we throw the darts, will Yang move?"
The Sagittarius laughed. "Haha … You're smart, Dave." He blew out another puff of smoke. "Fufu — of course he will move. As long as the apple doesn't fall from the top of his head, he can move however he wants."
"I'm afraid … that's not fair …" Feng Bujue said. "As long as you two cooperate a little, I'll definitely lose, won't I?"
"Ha ha ha …" The shooter laughed. "Dave … my friend, you think too much." He put a hand on Brother Jue's shoulder and laughed. "Why would I cheat? Is it to win your temporary work permit? If I really want that thing, I can just force you to hand it over with a gun. "
"Well … that's true …" Feng Bujue thought about it, and it was really the case.
"Taking a step back, this isn't an official competition. There isn't even an audience. Aside from the wager, do I have any incentive to cheat? "the shooter asked again.
"I don't think so," Feng Bujue replied.
"So …" The shooter stood up and paced 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 … No matter who threw the dart. "
"Understood." Feng Bujue said in a low voice. "You just want to find an expert who is on par with you, but you're afraid that I'll do it half-heartedly." It only took him a short time to figure out the shooter's intention. "So, you proposed this wager …" He pointed at his temporary work permit. "This permit is worthless to you, but to me, it's indispensable. So, you want to use it as a wager and let me do my best. "
"Ha … Like I said, you're a smart man." The shooter pointed at Brother Bujue with a cigarette in his hand and smiled.
"Okay, let's talk about the other rules." Feng Bujue's tone when he said this basically showed that he had accepted the challenge.
"A total of twenty-one rounds," the shooter continued. "No matter the final score, we have to play to the end."
Feng Bujue crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hand. He raised his eyebrows and said, "In other words, even if you win the first ten rounds and win my temporary work permit … in the remaining eleven rounds, I'll still have the opportunity to ask you questions."
"That's right." The shooter added, "On the other hand … even if you win the first twelve rounds and eliminate the possibility of me winning, I'll still play all twenty-one rounds with you."
"I have no reason to refuse these rules that are beneficial to me," Feng Bujue replied.
"Very good." The shooter nodded and then explained, "In each round, each person will hold three darts and take turns throwing them. Whoever hits the apple first will be considered the winner. If no one hits the apple after all six darts are thrown, the round will be considered a draw. "
"So what if it's a draw?" Feng Bujue asked.
"A draw is a draw," the shooter said. "My wins will not be accumulated, and you can't ask questions."
"Okay, that's fair," Feng Bujue said.
"Fufu … That's about it. If there are no more questions, let's begin." When the shooter said this, he took one last puff of his cigarette. Then he extinguished the cigarette and stood up.
"Okay." Feng Bujue also stood up. As he spoke, he raised his hands, crossed his fingers, and pushed his palms outward. This seemed to be a warm-up.
"Give me a moment." Seeing that the two had agreed, Yang walked out from the bar and walked into a room in the corner of the bar.
One minute later, he came out with a basket of apples in his hand.
"I'm ready." A few seconds later, Yang placed an apple on his bald head and stood calmly in front of the far wall.
"Do you want to go first?" The shooter took six darts from the bar and handed three to Brother Jue.
"I can choose to go first and then attack later?" Brother Jue wondered.
"Yes," the shooter said. "But this is only the first round. We'll take turns to go first."
"Then I'll definitely go first," Feng Bujue replied.
This was a very simple calculation … First of all, going first would give you an advantage. As long as you hit the first dart, the person who attacked later would not even have a chance to make a move and would lose the game. Secondly, the person who chose to go first in the odd round would have one more chance than the opponent because there were a total of twenty-one rounds of darts.
"Then please." The Sagittarius made a "please" gesture and sat on the side in a relaxed manner, watching from the sidelines.
"Hahaha …" Feng Bujue chuckled coldly internally. "Son of a b * tch … he thinks he has some skill, so he underestimates me … Humph … At the very least, I am a man with level C marksmanship. Even in the real world … I can easily throw an apple with a dart …"
At this moment, Brother Jue was full of confidence. He was at least eighty percent sure that he would hit the target.
Although Yang's ability to "move" seemed to be a variable, considering that the apple would not fall from the top of his head … it was not a problem. With the apple on top of his head, how much could he move? At most, he could shrink his neck or move a few centimeters to the side.
"Okay! Watch my first dart! "Feng Bujue raised his elbow and threw the dart …
For a moment, he thought that he had won the game.
However …
"Ha!" Just as Brother Jue threw the dart, Yang, with the apple on top of his head, shouted and stretched his neck.
In a split second … the apple flew up vertically, and Yang's body sank down along with the movement of his neck, causing him to fall flat on his back.
One second later, Feng Bujue's dart flew between the apple and Yang's head without hitting anything.
After the dart flew past, Yang straightened his body and caught the apple on top of his head.
Of course, everyone knew that the surface of an apple was uneven and the top of a person's head was not flat. Therefore, when the two surfaces touched, the apple would definitely roll in a certain direction. Normally, the apple would fall to the ground.
However, Yang could use his spring-like neck, his strange body movements, and his sharp head movements to stabilize the apple within two seconds.
"Hmph, you want to hit the apple on top of my head with this level of skill?" After Yang steadied himself, he gave Feng Bujue a look of disdain and said in a rather disdainful tone.
"Hey …" Brother Jue was deeply shocked. He felt that his heart had been greatly damaged. "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? This doesn't make sense … "
"This is indeed not science." Yang had an unfathomable expression and said solemnly, "This is a skill, a skill that has been honed and refined over and over again."
"You've been focusing on the apple for thirty years!" Feng Bujue shouted. "Where is the most basic trust between people?"
"Ah … Now you know the profoundness of the darts world, young man." At this time, the archer walked over from the side and looked up at Brother Jue.
"Why do you suddenly refer to me as a Japanese person? Didn't you call me young man earlier?" Feng Bujue could not suppress his urge to complain. "By the way, what is this' daiko world 'anyway? Is it a forbidden territory that only the two of you know about? "
"Fine …" The archer ignored Brother Jue's words and picked up his first dart. "I'll let you see … the real 'darts', what's the difference between you and a real 'darter'?"
Feng Bujue heard another word that sounded like a chuunibyou. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you sure you didn't make up this messy setting on the spot?"
"Watch this!" The archer shouted and used a set of footwork that old ladies used to dance. He took a step forward and swung his wrist to strike.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
At that moment, the small dart seemed to have turned into a nimble poisonous snake, and its surroundings were faintly emitting a copper-colored light.
With the sound of the wind, the dart drew an arc in the air and flew towards the apple on top of Yang's head.
On the other hand, Yang was not to be outdone. He spun in a circle at high speed, causing the apple to spin. Then, he retracted his body and placed one hand on the ground. The moment the apple started to fall due to gravity, he flipped it back up.
And so … the apple flew in an arc, and it was a very high parabola, as if it was drawing a "0" in the air. In the end, it still flew towards Yang's head.
Bang!
Two seconds later, the dart was embedded in the wall. The apple did not fall to the ground.
It turned out that … even though the dart did not hit the apple, the dart had rubbed against the apple's skin. This caused the frequency and angle of the rotation of the apple to change. Therefore, the trajectory of the falling apple changed accordingly.
Seeing this, Yang's reaction was lightning fast.
He immediately placed both hands on the ground and performed a neat Thomas Spin to forcibly shift his body's center of gravity. The next second, after a half a meter away, he successfully caught the apple on top of his head again.
However … this time, a strand of cold sweat flowed down his bald head.
"Heh heh heh …" The archer did not show any disappointment when his attack missed. On the contrary, he revealed a smile, "Old friend, the current you, facing my 'Boomerang Dart', is it so easy for you …"
Yang responded with a sympathetic look and replied with a straight face, "Same to you. The only person who can force me to use the 'Thomas Spin to catch fruit' is you …"
"These two are f * cking kidding me …" The corner of Feng Bujue's mouth twitched, and he roared in his heart, "What's with the 'Boomerang Dart'? Please go back to the set of the King of the Net! Don't say 'Thomas Spin to catch fruit' … This name is an insult to all the names of killing moves … It's mental pollution, isn't it? "
"Okay, Dave, it's your turn again." After throwing the dart, the shooter sat back on the stool by the bar. "You should know how to play this game now, right? Then show us your real skills. "
"Show your mother …" Feng Bujue was cursing. "I really want to find eighteen strong bald men to beat you with folding stools …"
Although he was depressed, the game had already started. He had to finish it.
Therefore, he silently raised his second dart ….
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