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Then, take the next inside.

Ye Xiu confirmed his guess with practical actions.

The second goal is scored.

Gu Yi:? ? ?

Mr. Wen:? ? ! ?

The third goal is scored.

Gu Yi: (?Д?)

Mr. Wen: (⊙_⊙)?

The fourth goal is scored.

Gu Yi: (?｀?Д?′)!!

Mr. Wen: (⊙x⊙;)

Fifth goal, scored.

Sixth goal, scored.

...

Swing the ball to hit the ball, into the hole, all in one go.

Everyone watched in a daze as Ye Xiu scored 17 goals in a row!

One more score is equal to Wen Tianbo's goals!

Gu Yiren was stupid.

Wen Tianbo also panicked.

Damn it.

How can this kid beat so accurately?

Say it's an amateur, I don't believe it, okay?

Better than my veteran who has been playing for twenty years!

And it's accurate and fast.

Almost put the ball down, without even aiming, hit it directly.

The key is still in!

Simply outrageous!

At this moment, Ye Xiu stopped suddenly.

He smiled and asked: "How much time is there?"

Next to him, Xiao Wang returned to his senses, looked at the phone, and replied stiffly.

"Also, there is one minute left..."

"Haha, one minute left?" Ye Xiu smiled and looked at Wen Tianbo.

Grunt.

Wentian's thin legs trembled a bit.

Seventeen were entered, and there is still one minute left.

This must beat him!

This brat, yin me?

What can't fight, what novice amateur.

It's all **** bullshit!

This is obviously a master, maybe a professional player!

Knock inside?

be cheated!

At this time, Ye Xiu started to hit the eighteenth ball.

"I'm optimistic."

Ye Xiu said, then he swung his cue abruptly: "Leave you~~"

Whoosh~

The eighteenth ball took off, and the hearts of Wen Tianbo and Gu Yi also took off.

Big ups and downs.

Finally watched the ball go into the hole...

But this is not over yet.

The nineteenth ball, let's go to the hole.

The twentieth goal, go to you~~ Perfect hole!

Stop, take a break.

Ye Xiu asked, "How much time is there?"

Xiao Wang: "Also, there are still twenty-five seconds."

Wen Tianbo looked at Xiao Wang with a cold face.

Xiao Wang grieved Baba: Mr. Wen, don't stare at me, there are really 25 seconds left...

"Hey, twenty-five seconds, enough to hit three balls."

Ye Xiu released the cue with one hand and slew his arm vigorously, similar to a movement of muscles and bones.

Then he smiled casually: "Wen always hit the last three goals a long time ago.

I'm a lot younger than you, and I can't lose to you in distance and length, am I? "

Mr. Wen: "..." (I beg you to lose to me, okay?)

finally.

Mr. Wen looked desperately at Ye Xiu's rest.

Arms rounded up, and the club hit hard.

Whoosh~~

Three **** take off.

It fell steadily to 1,500 meters away.

Not only that, but the three **** are placed in three directions in a triangle shape.

Even if it's picking up, you have to walk hundreds of meters longer.

After reading it, Mr. Wen almost knelt down.

This Nima~

Is your kid so strong?

"President Wen? Would you like to bet and lose?"

Ye Xiu turned his head and smiled.

After finishing talking.

He winked wildly at Mr. Wen.

The meaning is obvious: Mr. Wen, climb for the Lord.

Mr. Wen: "..."

He is a big brother, and it's right to be willing to bet.

You can climb more than a thousand meters to pick up the ball, so you lose your identity!

For him, it was a great shame.

I really have to do it, I will have nightmares when I sleep in the future.

I'm a big business boss in the magic capital, kneeling to pick up the ball?

After thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that he couldn't go.

With a dry cough, Wen Tianbo said with a dry smile: "Young man, you did win.

But I took the liberty to ask, can I find someone to pick it up for me?

You see, I am also older and my waist is not good.

I am afraid that after climbing more than one thousand meters, I will have to be hospitalized.

Look at this... can you discuss it? "

Heard this.

Ye Xiu hasn't responded yet.

Father Gu Yi next to him, pulling Gu Yi, facing Wen Tian Bo Ye Xiu and the others, his footsteps began to retreat frantically.

At this moment, Gu Yi and his father were keenly aware that something was wrong.

Wen Tianbo is looking for a substitute for the dead ghost.

May I ask who among the people present is more suitable than the two of them?

The situation is not good, hurry up!

Gu Yi and his father stepped back quietly and a little bit to prepare to yo-yo.

At this time.

Ye Xiu thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'm sorry for your bad health.

Then let someone go for you.

But you are a big brother, and the person who is for you must be worth less than you, at least two and one. "

"Okay, no problem at all!"

Wen Tianbo agreed without hesitation.

No matter how many people, as long as it is not him to climb, it is OK.

After speaking, Wen Tianbo squinted at Gu Yi and his father.

He smiled and said, "My nephew, old Gu, where are you going?"

brush!

The four bodyguards stepped forward quickly, blocking the retreat of Gu Yi and his father.

Gu Yi and his father's faces became stiff, ugly and direct.

Old Gu Yi smiled stiffly: "Mr. Wen, you, you can't do this.

If you lose, how can we let both of us..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Climb for the Lord!"

Wen Tianbo's face became cold, and without giving them the slightest chance to explain, he directly shouted coldly: "Go to the side to supervise!

Don't come to see me if you don't get all the **** back! "

Damn, if it wasn't for you, I'm so embarrassed?

If something goes wrong, you just want to slip?

Did you ask me?

"Good Mr. Wen!" The four bodyguards responded together.

Gu Yi and his father knelt down crying and went to the lawn to pick up the ball.