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The radish pieces formed a barrage in the air. Qin Shu tried his best to dodge and resist, but he was a human being or not a martial arts master, so he was still hit by a piece of radish despite his best efforts.

"Yeah!" The man was excited.

Song Xian'er directly returned the money he paid for the 'bullet'.

"Don't give me another 20 rounds." The man was addicted to playing.

"Wait!" Qin Shu stopped, "I'll tell you the rules, you can throw up to 3 yuan at a time, and whoever can stop you from throwing them all."

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

The man happily agreed that he didn't come here to make money, but just for fun.

The 'Hit Qin Shu' game continued, but the man's luck was not so good this time. Although each time there were 3 bullets, Qin Shu evaded flexibly, and he didn't hit a single shot.

The onlookers thought it was a lot of fun. Some people stopped being polite at first and started buying "bullets" to play Qin Shu. 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 overall he made a profit, with a net profit of 50 yuan.

"Hoo!" A piece of carrot flew over and hit Qin Shu on the head.

"What are you doing?" Qin Shu saw that it wasn't the audience, but Song Xian'er was hitting him, and he didn't notice that he was hit.

"Hit 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 will buy it for you!" Then he boldly took out 10 yuan.

"Lick the dog!" Qin Shu complained in his heart.

Song Xian'er thanked her, straightened her arms and threw the radish at Qin Shu, seeming to have exhausted all her strength.

How 'hate' this is.

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

After throwing away the 20 radishes, there is actually a 'Licking Dog' to help her buy them, and another 20 rounds will come.

Qin Shu is helpless, the customer is God, he must be a good target.

Finally, Song Xian'er got tired of playing, so the game stopped.

Some viewers suggested: "Can we hit Song Xian'er? If we hit, we don't need to reward him."

Qin Shu said with joy in his heart: "Okay! I will also participate!"

The audience was looking forward to it, and Song Xian'er disagreed with her life and death, so she didn't want to be a human target. She knew her own strength, and she would definitely be "beaten up" if she went.

"We're still a few dozen yuan short, why don't you bear it?" Qin Shu urged.

Song Xian'er said arrogantly: "Don't talk about it! I earned my 200 yuan, and you can take care of the rest yourself."

"Didn't you say it's a good split?"

"Hmph!" Song Xian'er snorted softly and said, "The money is in my hands, so I can divide it up however I want."

"Why are you unreasonable!"

"I'm just being unreasonable, what can you do to me? You're mad at me!"

"You're ruthless! The old master is right, but women and villains are hard to raise!" Qin Shu didn't move.

"Did you know? Oh, I forgot that you even had girlfriends before. Poor, wasting your youth." She despised Qin Shu and said in a low voice.

"Boom!" Qin Shu tapped the washbasin slightly with a nunchuck, deliberately scaring her.

"What are you doing!" Song Xian'er was really taken aback.

"Be careful, I will beat you!"

"Hit me? Come on! Are you good at knocking pots!" Song Xian'er grabbed the nunchuck, "Who can't!"

"Oh!"

She knocked hard, but she didn't expect that the nunchuck bounced and hit her directly on the forehead. It won't break the skin, but it must be very painful.

"Ah!" Song Xian'er threw away the nunchaku, covered her forehead, her eyes gradually became moist, and cried bitterly.

Qin Shu was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He laughed loudly and said, "I'm dying of laughter! Playing nunchuck actually made me cry."

Song Xian'er raised her leg and glared at Qin Shu with teary eyes as if she had been greatly wronged, and Qin Shu was the heinous person.

"Look what I'm doing, you beat yourself, I didn't touch a hair of yours! Don't rely on me."

The cameraman at the side couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered: "Qin Shu, make up for it yourself, or you will be sprayed to death by Xian'er's fans after the show airs."

"Why? I didn't hit her, why spray me?"

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

"I..." Qin Shu thought for a while, maybe he would really get sprayed, "Can you cut out the one just now?"

"cannot!"

"Then how do I make up for it?"

"Make up your own mind."

It's really hard, I would have stopped laughing if I knew it earlier.

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, he thought of a good idea, and continued to 'laugh' at Song Xian'er: "You are so stupid! I'm laughing to death, if you don't know how to play nunchucks, don't play. Look at me!"

"Boom!" Qin Shu knocked hard.

"Ouch!" The nunchuck bounced and hit his forehead, "It hurts!"

Not exaggerating, it really hurts.

"Pfft!" Song Xian'er, who was still crying, burst out laughing, "Idiot! You're not much better!"

The cameraman quietly gave Qin Shu a thumbs up. With this incident, the situation will be much better. Everyone is connected with the same disease, not to mention the elder brother.

Song Xian'er wiped away her tears, and there was a slightly raised bump on her white forehead, which couldn't be seen unless she looked carefully, but it hurt when she touched it.

Seeing the same thing on Qin Shu's forehead, she didn't feel so uncomfortable, so she cheered up and continued to record the show.