Chapter 87 I abstain, I automatically admit defeat
Yu Ya had never been looked down upon so lightly in her life. She glared at Song Jing and sneered with gritted teeth, "I will make you regret it!"
Yu Ya put on her headphones, calmed down, and raised her shooting pistol.
Su Qingrou moved to Song Jing's side, "Why are you provoking her? Yu Ya's marksmanship is very good. We usually play shooting together, and no one can beat her. Of course, Ayan doesn't count. He doesn't play with us.
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Song Jing didn't say anything. He held the butt of the gun loosely with his white fingers and pressed it on the table without raising his eyelids. He was very calm and calm, quite like a big shot.
Xiang Wenxing also patted his mouth twice in succession, carefully glanced at the expression on their family banquet brother's face at this moment, and silently lit some wax for himself in his heart.
He has such a foul mouth, why would he have to join in the fun and butt in?
They all know that Yu Ya's marksmanship is good. Now if a little girl like Song Jing is asked to compete with Yu Ya's marksmanship, isn't that just giving Yu Ya food?
If I had known that Bi cultural relics had been restored, Song Jing was good at it, but Yu Ya was definitely not good at it.
Shi Yan didn't say anything, his gaze fell on Song Jing with his eyes slightly lowered.
He wasn't worried about the little girl losing. Since he was here, the little girl didn't have to fulfill any bullshit bet even if she lost.
However, he felt in his heart that the little girl had many secrets, so she might not lose.
Of the sixty rounds, Yu Ya didn't miss a single one. Except for two eight-ring shots fired when she was upset at the beginning, the other fifty-eight bullets all hit within the four-ring ring, and one even hit the red heart.
Yu Ya was very satisfied with this result, and there was applause from the side.
"Song Jing, it's your turn." Yu Ya put down her gun and headphones proudly, and smiled provocatively at Song Jing, "You're doomed."
"Ha." Song Jing curled up the corner of his mouth, coldly and mockingly. He raised his hand and grabbed the bullet next to him. With a flick of his fingertips, he pulled out thirty bullets.
"You!" Yu Ya gritted her teeth angrily.
Song Jing clicked the bullets into the magazine one by one, his skillful technique revealed an inexplicable coldness and murderous aura.
Shi Yan's body, which he was leaning on casually, slowly stood up straight, his eyes narrowed slightly, giving off a dangerous aura.
Others can't understand it, but he understands it very clearly.
The little girl's method of loading bullets is not something that an experienced hand can't do.
Song Jing loaded the bullet, indifferently opened his eyelids and looked at the target 25 meters away in front of him, curled the corner of his mouth slightly, and quickly took out the gun.
Xiang Wenxing and the others originally thought that Song Jing was destined to lose, but when they saw Song Jing's first shot hitting the target, they were stunned. They couldn't help but think that they were lucky and hit the target blindly, right?
Then came the second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot...the thirtieth shot!
The gun hits the bullseye.
Xiang Wenxing and Su Qingrou were completely dumbfounded. Even shooters couldn't say that every bullet hit the red heart, right?
How did Song Jing do it?
Several people nearby looked at Song Jing in shock, as if they were looking at monsters. Xiang Wenxing asked first, "Song Jing, how did you do that?"
"As long as you have the hand." Song Jing took off his earphones, threw the gun aside, and spread his hands towards Yu Ya, "Sports car."
Yu Ya clenched her hands in hatred.
She never thought that she would lose to Song Jing in her best field.
She has followed her grandfather and her father to practice marksmanship in the army since she was a child. It was a formal training! This has always been something she is proud of, so she opened this shooting gallery.
How could Song Jing, a country bumpkin, step on her and slap her in the face!
Yu Ya gritted her teeth, "We are competing as a team. I lost to you, but I still have teammates. Ayan, your shooting skills are the best. You must help me win back."
Song Jing frowned slightly, being careless. She forgot for a moment that there were Shi Yan and Xiang Wenxing in Yu Ya's team. If Xiang Wenxing didn't tell him, Shi Yan would definitely be full of rings.
Tsk!
Song Jing clicked his tongue a little impatiently. He shouldn't have pretended to be cool. The sports car he got was gone. If he resold it to some rip-off, he would have made at least twenty or thirty million. It was a loss!
Shi Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped forward and picked up a bullet that Song Jing had just pulled out. Without aiming or wearing headphones, he raised his hand and shot, hitting the red heart.
Yu Ya's eyes lit up, "Ayan, if you fight well, I know you will help me win it back."
Shi Yan turned his head slightly and glanced at Song Jing. Song Jing glanced at him expressionlessly, turned around and walked aside.
What a bitch! She didn’t bother with him for 500 million yuan, but he actually came to harm her sports car again!
Shi Yan chuckled and threw the gun on the table, "I give up and admit defeat."
Song Jing paused slightly.
The expression on Yu Ya's face froze instantly, and the expressions on other people's faces were also stunned. They looked at each other with intriguing meanings.
Su Qingrou breathed a sigh of relief, a smile flashed in her eyes, but she quickly covered it up.
She knew that Shi Yan couldn't help Yu Ya win against Song Jing.
Xiang Wenxing chuckled, "I cut my hand while cutting my nails yesterday, so I'll give in automatically."
The two most powerful players also voluntarily surrendered, leaving Yu Ya with only the last two people left in her team.
Su Qingrou stepped forward and picked up the gun, "My skills are not good, I should only be able to hit six or seven rings." The result was almost as she said.
Qi Shang's marksmanship was also average, and his results were similar to Su Qingrou's, and then Mo Pengyue's performance was normal. In order to please Yu Ya, Chen Kangle deliberately messed up and missed with one shot.
But even so, with Song Jingquan hitting thirty shots, their side also won.
Yu Ya's face turned livid, "I don't have the car keys here. I'll have someone give them to you tomorrow."
"How much does your car cost?" Song Jing asked, taking out his cell phone.
"Sixty million."
Song Jing raised his eyebrows, oh, it's more valuable than she thought.
"Transfer." Song Jing directly clicked on Yunbao's payment code.
The expression on Yu Ya's face froze again. She did have a lot of pocket money, but it was not so much that she could spend 60 million at once.
There is an element of embarrassment in the air.
Yu Ya didn't want to admit that she couldn't afford 60 million, but she didn't want to lose face.
Song Jing smiled, "I can't even get out 60 million, what are you pretending to me?"
Yu Ya gritted her teeth, "I will ask someone to give you the car key, but I am not convinced that I lost! Let's compete again!"
"Compared to what? You also have a second limited edition sports car?"
"No, but I still have real estate!" Yu Ya's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Do you dare to bet with me again?"
"Where's the real estate? I can't afford it if it's too cheap." The housing prices in the Imperial Capital are good. If the location is good and the building area is larger, a house can be sold for 10 to 20 million, which is not bad.
"Huanhua Villa next to Beijing University."
The house in Huanhua Courtyard is a large flat-floor house with one floor per apartment, more than 200 square meters, and it is located next to Beijing University. One square meter costs 160,000 to 70,000 yuan.
Song Jing was quite satisfied, "What else do you want to compare with?"
Seeing Song Jing take the bait, Yu Ya's eyes quickly flashed with cold light, "This time we compete in real CS!"