The man rolled up his sleeves, shook his arms, and prepared to do his best.

He pinched the radish and threw it hard. The speed was very fast. The ballistics passing through the air were almost straight, but Qin Shu could clearly see the movement trajectory.

"Ha!" The nunchao swung and blocked it accurately.

As soon as the blow fell, the man came again and again. He fired continuously like an automatic rifle. Qin Shu twisted his body flexibly, waved his stick, and blocked all the flying radish pieces.

"Awesome!" the man praised, but smiled and said, "Look at me for a shotgun!" He threw out all the ten remaining radishes in his hand at one go.

"Damn!" Qin Shu was stunned. Isn't this cheating? But he didn't say that the number of bullets was limited, which was equivalent to the game gub.

The radish pieces formed a barrage in the air. Qin Shu tried his best to avoid it and tried his best to resist it. However, he was a human being or not a martial arts master. He was still hit by a radish after doing his best.

"Yeah!" The man was excited.

Song Xian'er directly returned the money he bought for "bullets".

"Don't give it to me, I'll send another 20 rounds." The man became addicted to the fight.

"Wait!" Qin Shu stopped, "I'll talk about the rules. At most, throw 3 pieces at a time. Who can block all of them?"

Then he asked Song Xian'er to buy two big radishes.

The man happily agreed that he did not come to make money or play.

The game of "Beat Qin Shu" continued, and the man's luck this time was not that good. Although there were 3 bullets at each time, Qin Shu was flexible in avoiding it and he didn't hit it once.

The onlookers found it very interesting. Some people were no longer polite at the beginning and started buying "bullets" to hit Qinshu. Some bought 5 yuan, some bought 10 yuan, and some bought 20 yuan.

In the game, Qin Shu was hit several times and lost dozens of yuan, but he made a profit overall, with a net profit of 50 yuan.

"Swish!" A piece of radish flew over and hit Qin Shu's head.

"What are you doing?" Qin Shu saw that it was not the audience, but Song Xian'er who was hitting him. He was not careful and was hit.

"Blow you!"

"Do you have money to buy 'bullets'? Don't touch the money you just made."

At this time, a male audience said, "Xian'er, I'll buy it for you!" Then he took out 10 yuan generously.

"Listen Dog!" Qin Shu complained in his heart.

Song Xian'er thanked him, straightened her arm and threw the radish at Qin Shu, and seemed to have used all her energy to eat.

How 'hate' this is.

Qin Shu was prepared and chopped it off easily, after all, she was weak.

After throwing away the 20-yuan radish, there was actually a "lipper" to buy it for her, and there were 20 more rounds.

Qin Shu was helpless, the customer was God, and he had to take the target as a good target.

Finally, Song Xian'er was tired of playing and stopped the game.

Some viewers suggested: "Can we beat Song Xian'er? Don't be rewarded if we hit it."

Qin Shu said happily: "Okay! I will participate too!"

The audience was looking forward to it. Song Xian'er disagreed and did not agree. She did not want to be a target for human flesh. She knew her strength and would definitely be "beat up" if she went there.

"We are still a few dozen yuan short of money, why don't you bear it?" Qin Shu encouraged.

Song Xian'er said arrogantly: "No talk! I made money from 200 yuan, and you can solve the rest yourself."

"Didn't you agree to be evenly divided?"

"Hmph!" Song Xian'er snorted softly, "I'm in my hands, I can share whatever I want."

"Why are you unreasonable!"

"I'm just unreasonable. What can you do to me? I'll piss you to death!"

"You are ruthless! The old master is right, only women and villains are hard to raise!" Qin Shu had no idea.

"Did you know? Oh, I forgot that you even had a girlfriend. It's a pity, a waste of youth." She despised Qin Shu and spoke in a low voice.

"Bang!" Qin Shu knocked the basin with a little force with his nunchao, deliberately scaring her.

"What are you doing!" Song Xian'er was indeed startled.

"Be careful I'll beat you up!"

"Beat me? Come on! Is it very good to knock on the basin?" Song Xian'er snatched the nunchao, "Who can't!"

"Bang!"

She knocked hard, but she didn't expect that the nunchao bounced up and hit her forehead. It would not break the skin, but it must have hurt a lot.

"Ah!" Song Xian'er threw away the nunchakra and covered her forehead. Her eyes gradually became wet and she cried bitterly.

Qin Shu was stunned for a moment and then was happy.

He laughed and said, "I'm so laughing! I actually beat myself to cry when I play with nunchao."

Song Xian'er raised her leg and kicked her feet. She glared at Qin Shu, and she looked like she was suffering a great grievance, and Qin Shu was the one who was unforgivable.

"Look at what I'm doing, you hit yourself, I didn't touch a single hair of you! Don't blame me."

The cameraman on the side couldn't bear it anymore and whispered: "Qin Shu, find a supplement by yourself, otherwise you will be criticized by Xian'er's fans after the show is broadcast."

"Why? It's not that I'm hitting her, why are you squirting me?"

"Because you not only didn't come forward to comfort me, but also smiled gloatingly."

"I..." Qin Shu thought about it and might be really criticized, "Can you cut it off and not play it?"

"cannot!"

"Then how can I find a repair?"

"Think of a way yourself."

It's so difficult, I wouldn't have laughed if I had known it.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed. He thought of a good idea and continued to 'mocking' Song Xian'er and said, "You are so stupid! I'm so laughing so hard that I can't play nunchao, so don't play. Look at me!"

"Bang!" Qin Shu knocked hard.

"Ouch!" The nunchao bounced back and hit his forehead, "It hurts so much!"

It's not exaggeration, it's really painful.

"Puchi!" Song Xian'er, who was still crying, burst out laughing, "Idiot! You can't be much better!"

The cameraman quietly gave Qin Shu a thumbs up. The situation will get much better with this happening. Everyone is connected with the same disease, so the eldest brother will not talk about the second brother.

Song Xian'er wiped away her tears, and a small bulge was pressed on her white forehead. She couldn't see it if she didn't look carefully, but it hurts when she touched it.

Seeing that Qin Shu was the same on her forehead, she felt less uncomfortable and cheered up and continued to record the program.

"Hey, do you feel pain? Do you want to go and have a look?"

The little face that had just cried still had tears on it.

"It's okay, it's just a small bag, it'll be fine soon."

"Oh, there are still dozens of dollars left, how can I make a profit?"

"There is a way, but whether it can be done depends on God's will."

Qin Shu took out a wire tied with steel bars and shouted: "Everyone, I have another unique skill, which is to unlock the thin wire in my hand! Who needs it?"

"Really or not?" The audience was very suspicious.

"Can this lock be opened?"

An audience took out a very ordinary padlock.

"Of course, it can be opened in less than 3 seconds."

"So amazing? Open it and show it to me."

"Are you sure you want to open it? The lock-opening fee is 10 yuan."

"Yes." The audience didn't care about 10 yuan. He just wanted to see if Qin Shu could really unlock the lock in three seconds.

"OK."

Qin Shu took the padlock and quickly pounded it in the keyhole, and the padlock bounced up.

"Hey... it's really good! Awesome!"

The audience admired him and gave him ten yuan with ease.

Song Xian'er, who was watching next to her, was also shocked. She never expected Qin Shuzhen to unlock the lock. She thought he was just having fun.

"Everyone, you see it! My lock-opening technology is very good, and the price will be better if you need it."

In the crowd, a young girl pulling her suitcase came out, looking very nice. Rourou asked, "Can the suitcase lock be opened? I forgot my password."

"It's OK, but how do you prove that the box is yours?" Qin Shu had to be serious.

"My ID is all in the box, and there is a pink teacup inside, a pair of white Bluetooth headphones, and a pair of gray-blue sneakers..."

The girl said carefully what was in the box.

"Stop, it's OK."

"How much?"

"For your sake, I will charge you 10 yuan."

"Thank you, please."

"You're welcome."

Qin Shu walked over and put his ear on the lock, slowly turning the password.

Tak, Tak, Tak...

The sound is similar, but if it is right, it will be slightly different, which is difficult for ordinary people to hear.
Chapter completed!