Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 27 The younger brother of the bamboo horse is actually a sick girl (27)

Yan Mingyu has never been to a game hall since he was a child, let alone played a claw machine.

I didn't know that its claws were all set by the boss, so I operated the crank with confidence, but the claws returned to the starting point before touching the doll.

The originally confident expression froze slightly, turned to look at Bei'er, parted her thin lips, and wanted to say something, but fell silent.

Bei'er stood on tiptoe and rubbed his broken hair with a smile, "It's okay, just pinch it a few more times if it doesn't work once."

Well, it feels so comfortable in the hand, just like her little rabbit doll.

"Well, I will definitely help you out."

He took out three more game coins from the box, put them in and started operating the crank again.

This time the paw did touch the doll, but it was the duckling that was pressing on Pikachu, but it didn't catch it, and the paw went back again.

Take out three game coins again...

Just insert coins one by one and operate the joystick.

The basket of game coins gradually became less and less, and they were not caught.

When he reached into the small basket again, the game coins inside were gone.

"You wait here, I'm going to buy some game coins."

After a while, I bought a basket of game coins and came back.

It soon bottomed out again, but thinking that that Pikachu was what Bei'er wanted, he patiently went to buy another basket.

But this machine seems to be against him, and it can't catch it every time.

The people around were attracted by Yan Mingyu's monstrous appearance and his rich style of constantly distributing a lot of game coins.

Bei'er noticed that more and more people were watching the two of them, and slightly lowered their heads and pressed the brim of the peaked cap to prevent being recognized.

Yan Mingyu went to the counter to buy game coins again, and came back soon.

I saw him walking back with two small baskets of game coins on his long legs, and said softly to her, "Wait a minute."

Bei Er smiled and shook her head, raised her eyebrows and looked at the four game hall staff behind him, each of whom was holding two baskets of game coins, she suddenly felt that the enchanting boy standing in front of her was probably a fool.

The staff put the game coins on the claw machine, and said respectfully to Yan Mingyu: "Guest, your game coins have been delivered, I wish you a happy game."

Bei'er always felt that there was a lot of irony and flattery in the words of the staff.

Yan Mingyu nodded seriously after hearing what the staff said.

Started the trip of pinching dolls again.

Minutes passed by.

A little boy came next to Yan Mingyu, and when he put in three game coins and picked up a little dolphin for his sister, his mood gradually became a little irritable.

Can you smash this machine.

However, she was watching from the side, what if she was frightened.

With the gradually shrinking game coins, Yan Mingyu, who was serious about catching dolls as always, felt an unknown emotion spread in Bei'er's heart, and Tan opened his mouth lightly, "Don't grab the little medicine bag, I don't want it anymore."

As soon as this sentence fell, there was applause all around, and she looked at the claw machine suspiciously.

I saw that particularly naughty Pikachu, whose round body was being firmly grasped by its claws, was approaching the hole a little bit at the moment.

After three seconds.

Yan Mingyu squatted down slightly, took out the Pikachu, and handed it to her: "Sister, I finally caught it."

Bei Er took Pikachu into her arms and raised her eyes to meet a pair of dazzling purple phoenix eyes, full of joy in them, just looking at her like a child waiting for an adult to praise her.

Bei Er stood on tiptoe and gently pulled off the mask on her face.

"Boom!"

　Thank you for the ten flowers sent by my sister Wushuang. I love you, do you?＾3＾

　　I also thank the support of the red sleeve friends, I will always work hard, I like a lot of support

　　
　
(End of this chapter)