Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 158 I am a bodyguard and girlfriend who loves to learn (29)
The little girl bit her lip lightly, and finally made a choice between the 20-yuan black-hearted booth and the five-figure salary.

Song Yu watched her walk towards the booth listlessly, putting her hands in her pockets, with a smug expression on her face.

If you can't compete with that little goblin, it's just a few tens of dollars, and you want to beat him?

Hmph, overestimate one's abilities.

The gun provided by the booth is filled with plastic bullets, and the target is made of plastic foam board. After hitting, there is an obvious small hole. The bullseye is ten rings, and the outermost ring is one ring. Can fire ten shots in a round.

And to get that bear, you need 99 points.

Song Yu calculated the hit rate, only to realize that his request...seems a bit difficult.

It's not entirely unreasonable for the store owner to be willing to use this bear worth one hundred and fifty as a treasure of the town.

And the little fox refused so resolutely, maybe it was because he didn't light up the shooting skill, and he was afraid that he would lose his family by spending money overnight.

...It seems a little bad to squeeze this poor little girl.

... Wait for her to fail two or three times, and then play in person.

Song Yu rubbed his nose, forcibly calmed down, and stood on the sidelines.

As a result, Bai Ling looked down at the toy shooting gun, and before the shopkeeper explained how to use it, he had already skillfully picked it up and put it on his shoulder, aiming with his head tilted, and his posture was surprisingly impressive.

Several team members noticed the movement here, whistled lightly, and ran to watch enthusiastically.

Bai Ling squeezed the trigger.

She fired very quickly, and the gunshots were almost continuous. The old toy gun was a bit overwhelmed, and there was a clicking sound from time to time.

The innkeeper stared, and after she used up all ten bullets, she quickly ran to the target to take a look, and found that the man shot blindly with his head covered, and only two shots missed, and the rest were all close to the ten rings.

He took a deep breath and counted, "92."

The onlookers then took a deep breath and didn't relax for a long time.

... Is this blind, or do you really know how to fight?

Song Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were a little surprised, but more proud, just like every parent of Xuan cubs, he was happier than seeing himself pass the ten rings.

Except for fighting and doing calculations... the little fox is actually so good at decathlon.

A group of team members looked at each other, and a few of them didn't believe in evil, and ran to the target next door ready to try the difficulty for themselves.

On the contrary, the person involved looked a little frustrated because he didn't get the bear, and the corners of his lips pursed unhappily.

In the dim light, he looked pitiful, like a lop-eared rabbit that had been robbed of its radish.

Song Yu glanced at her, then looked again, finally coughed uncomfortably, and walked forward, ready to comfort her.

As a result, at this moment, the shopkeeper reluctantly took a simple music box down, and handed it to Bai Ling, "Your prize."

Bai Ling was stunned, took the music box in his hand and fiddled with it a few times, probably because he felt that 20 yuan was worthless, and a smile immediately appeared in the corner of his eyes.

... Tsk, how coaxing.

Song Yu stood behind her, watching the little fox's tail curled up happily because of the sweetness, and handed over two banknotes, and took the store's loaded gun.

This time, she pulled the trigger a little slower.

No matter how plastic it is, the gun is still a gun, and it also has weak recoil.

When a shot is fired, the posture of the person cannot remain unchanged.

But Bai Ling is like a precise machine. After the first shot hit the bull's-eye steadily, she immediately adjusted back to the same posture as before every time she fired the shot. Nine out of ten shots hit the bull's-eye as a matter of course. .

(End of this chapter)