"Of course you don't have to agree!"

Yang Zhou said with a smile suddenly.

"After all, you are a woman sacred hand, good at giving birth to babies, not good at darts!"

Yang Zhou couldn't help but sneered.

Everyone roared with laughter again.

Yang Shaodong is simply too funny.

"Yang Zhou, don't go too far!"

Wu Xiaxia couldn't help but roar.

"Okay Xia Xia!"

Jiang Beichen waved his hand and looked at Yang Zhou coldly, "Yes, I promise, but you can count on what you say. If you lose, you just kneel down and go to school with dog barking!"

Everyone stayed for a while.

Unexpectedly, this kid really agreed.

"It's too tender, it's so easy to be fooled!"

"Playing darts with Yang Shaodong?

I really can't think of it! "

"For a while, I'm afraid that it won't work without taking off my clothes!"

Most people shook their heads. After all, everyone knows that Yang Zhou is the little prince of darts. He made a lot of money with the game of darts before. No one dares to bet on darts with him. This kid is really courageous. .

Kong Jiaming and the others laughed happily.

I thought it was so easy to be fooled, like a mental retardation! "Don't worry, I won't lose!"

Yang Zhou sneered confidently and walked directly to the side of the court, picking up a dart from the table.

The distance here is about 20 yards from the frisbee, which is close to 20 meters, which can be said to be the farthest distance for a dart game.

Yang Zhou didn't talk nonsense, directly took a pose, took a glance for about half a minute, swished and threw the dart in his hand.

Snapped! "Wow! Hit the bullseye?"

"This is a hundred steps to wear Yang! Yang Shaodong's dart is too accurate!"

"Nobody! Worthy of being the little prince of darts!"

Everyone cheered, and praises one after another, and the smiles on Wei Lei's faces became stronger.

Yang Zhou himself was a little bit surprised. To be honest, he was also surprised. Usually this distance to 8th ring is already very good. Today is an extraordinary performance! "Haha, Brother Jiang, come on, it's you!"

Yang Zhou bared his teeth and smiled, his expression extremely triumphant.

Other people also cast their mocking glances. They are all 10 rings. How can you compare this time?

Can you also get 10 rings?

Under all eyes, Jiang Beichen walked over and twirled a dart.

Wu Xiaxia couldn't help but lift her breath.

She had never seen Jiang Beichen played darts, and she didn't know how he played darts, so she was naturally a little worried.

Everyone thought Jiang Beichen would take a few minutes.

But it didn't.

Jiang Beichen just looked up at random and threw the dart violently.

Snapped! The dart hits the bullseye firmly, even closer to the center than Yang Zhou's.

The audience was silent, and there was an uproar immediately! Yang Zhou also had a surprised expression on his face.

How could it be possible that this kid can actually have 10 rings?

Mongolian! Yes, it must be Mongolian! You know, he has been training darts since he was a child. How could this kid be better than him?

"Well, three games and two wins, this one is a tie, how about?"

Yang Zhou was not reconciled, and couldn't help saying immediately.

"can!"

Jiang Beichen also had no objection, after all, both of them hit the bullseye.

"However, you will decide the first game, and I will decide the rules for the second game!"

Jiang Beichen suddenly spoke again.

"can!"

Yang Zhou also nodded, with a confident expression.

Jiang Beichen nodded, and immediately recruited the waiter, who asked the waiter to bring a black ribbon over.

Everyone couldn't help but stay for a while, wondering what he was going to do.

But everybody knew it in the next second. Unexpectedly, Jiang Beichen blindfolded the ribbon and tied a knot on the back of his head.

"I'm going, blind dart?"

"real or fake?"

There was a cry of shock from the audience.

This kid is too confident, right?

Actually play blind dart?

This is too beautiful, right?

"The surname Jiang, are you the **** tiger man?

Can darts be blindfolded? "

Yang Zhou's expression was ugly to the extreme, and it was too ridiculous.

Wei Lei and others couldn't help but be a little surprised.

This guy is too arrogant to play, he actually plays with his eyes covered, I really haven't heard of it.

"I think he is bluffing. If he can hit the target, I can eat the darts!"

Wei Lei curled his mouth in disdain. Even the sharpshooters under his hand couldn't shoot blindfolded, let alone the difficulty of darts several times more than guns.

歘! But the next second, Jiang Beichen directly twisted the take-off dart and flew out.

Snapped! The dart sticks firmly in the center of the red heart.

The audience fell silent again.

After more than ten seconds, there was a sound of inhaling air-conditioning.

Isn't this too accurate?

Really hit it! "Brother Jiang, you are so amazing that you can hit the tenth ring with your eyes closed?"

Wu Xiaxia opened her eyes incredibly, and her beautiful eyes kept shining with little stars.

Yang Zhou's face was ugly, and his expression was uncertain. Obviously, he kicked the aluminum alloy plate.

But he couldn't figure out how many years he had to practice before he could actually become a blind dart?

"Yang Shaodong, it's your turn!"

Jiang Beichen just said lightly.

"Men can't say no!"

A touch of sarcasm crossed the corner of Jiang Beichen's mouth, and a faint blue electric light flashed in his eyes.

"Who said I can't do it!"

Yang Zhou gritted his teeth, and he was already talking about it, so he can do it if he bit the bullet! Immediately let the waiter cover his eyes and prepare to take aim.

But after looking at it for a long time, I didn't throw it out.

Because there is no certainty! If you fail to hit the target, you will make a joke instead.

Yang Zhou irritably tore off the ribbon and threw it to the ground.

"Okay, you're cruel! I'll give up in this round, but there is one more round. I'll decide the rules!"

Yang Zhou said coldly.

"Yes, do as you say!"

Jiang Beichen said generously.

Yang Zhou rolled his eyes and glanced at Zhou Yan next to Kong Jiaming.

Zhou Yan was watching the excitement, and she suddenly felt a sigh in her heart.

"Young Shao, what do you want to do?"

Kong Jiaming knew what he knew, and pushed Zhou Yan out, "Yang Shaodong wants you to help, that's your conviction!"

Yang Zhou laughed, grabbed Zhou Yan's arm, and immediately pulled it directly to the side of the Frisbee, and then placed the apple on top of Zhou Yan's head.

"Young Master, you..." "The last round, the surname Jiang, as long as you can fly this apple, even if you win, but one thing, it's a blind dart!"

Wow! Hearing Yang Zhou say so, the whole audience was boiling.

Real darts, but also blind darts?

It’s a big game, it will kill you if you are not careful! Don't you dare to act like this in a TV series?

"I, I don't want it!"

Zhou Yan was so frightened that she felt weak, and was about to flee, but she was caught by Yang Zhou.

"Dare to run, believe it or not I will kill you!"

Yang Zhou threatened in a low voice, Zhou Yan gave a sharp shot, and immediately cast a look at Kong Jiaming for help.

Kong Jiaming smiled indifferently, revealing an indifferent expression.

This woman is just his impulsive doll, can he take it seriously?

At this moment, Zhou Yan was desperate for an instant, and she didn't realize until now that she was just a plaything in the eyes of these aristocratic families.

A kind of sadness came to my heart instantly.