After being cheated on, I had a flash marriage with a chaebol prince

Wu Qingyi took a deep look at Jiang Yan and suddenly laughed. It turned out that Jiang Yan's stupidity was not without its benefits.

Si Qingmo glanced at Jiang Yan. Although he felt that her marksmanship was a little poor, it didn't matter. If his group was all good at marksmanship, it would be too boring to win.

So, he said: "Okay, then my group of five is enough, and everyone else should be in Qingyi's group."

Hearing Si Qingmo's words, the rest of the group breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, they were not allowed to lose to Young Master Si's group.

They were definitely going to win this time, and they were all so happy, as if they were already enjoying the 'night'.

Wu Qingyi also smiled and asked, "Would you like to practice for a few minutes first?"

She said this to Cheng Yinian, and her eyes naturally fell on Cheng Yinian.

Cheng Yi Nian looked at Si Qingmo, and Si Qingmo said: "Let's compare directly to save time. Doesn't the loser have to treat us? We have to go to 'Yezi' in the afternoon."

Wu Qingyi smiled lightly, "It seems that Amo hasn't been back to Beicheng for a long time. He also wants to go to places he didn't like to go before."

Si Qingmo chuckled and said, "The main reason is that I want to take my wife to have some fun."

Hearing Si Qingmo's words, Wu Qingyi's face turned ugly again, but soon she adjusted herself and said: "Then let's see if we can win. Ah Mo, how many years do you have?" Haven’t you played it before?”

Si Qingmo saw Cheng Yinian put her hand to her lips and breathed, knowing that her hand was cold, he took her hand into his big hand, then put it into his pocket, and said: "The loser please win." When Fang goes to ‘Yese’, he doesn’t say that the loser can’t go, right? Even if he loses, I think we can still afford to go to ‘Yese’, right?”

Wu Qingyi could hardly hold back the smile on her face. She forced out a smile awkwardly, turned around and walked towards her team members.

Although Wu Yihao didn't hear what Si Qingmo and Wu Qingyi said, but when he saw the uncontrollable smile on his sister's face, he knew that Amo definitely didn't say anything nice to his sister.

He stared at Cheng Yinian coldly for a while, then said: "Then the competition will begin. We won't be so professional. We will only round up the number of rings, and the final win or loss will be calculated as the total number of rings."

No one had any objections.

Wu Yihao said again: "Let's draw lots to decide the order."

He wrote 10 numbers in advance and asked the staff to bring them over to draw lots for everyone.

All ten of them were very humble. Anyway, it didn't matter who fought first.

Everyone pushed and gave way until all 10 people were drawn.

"Who is No. 1? Let's start." Wu Yihao asked.

The good guy from Si Qingmo's group stood up and said, "Hey, I drew No. 1."

"Okay, then you start first." Wu Yihao said.

Good old man Ah Yue went over to choose a gun first. He often came here to play, but he only shot one kind of gun, so he chose the gun he was most familiar with, and his performance was pretty good. It seemed to be better than his usual level. .

A person shoots ten shots. He shoots 5 rings, 6 rings, 5 rings, 7 rings, 6 rings, 6 rings, 5 rings, 8 rings, 6 rings and 7 rings.

The staff counted him and said: "Ten shots, a total of 61 rings."

Looking at the results, he said a little happily: "My usual best result is only 7 rings, and today I scored 8 rings, which is considered an extraordinary performance."

Si Qingmo patted his shoulder and said, "Very good."

He chuckled, "As long as I don't hold you back."

"We are on the same team, there is no way to hold us back." Si Qingmo said softly.

Then came No. 2, a guy from Wu Qingyi's side. His results were on par with Ah Yue's, scoring 60 rings.

It seems that Si Qingmo is a little ahead.

But Wu Qingyi was not panicked at all. Anyway, there were still two people holding back Ah Mo.