Is it so powerful?

Yuan Baoer raised his eyebrows: "How accurate can he be?"

"It should be eight out of ten shots that hit." Lou Manlan held her chin and thought for a moment: "Song Ran's answer should be six out of ten, but occasionally there are times when the hand feels good."

"Does that mean that none of these people can hit the target with 100 shots?" Yuan Baoer raised his eyebrows.

"Always hit with 100 shots? If you can hit just a few, it's already great. If you want to hit 100 times with 100 shots, it's simply impossible."

Lou Manlan frowned, a little annoyed seeing her not nervous like this: "Aren't you worried?"

Yuan Baoer nodded and turned to sit on the chair. Not only was he not worried, he also picked up the snacks and started eating them very calmly:

"It's useless to worry. Let's see. If we really lose, I won't let you suffer for me."

Lou Manlan frowned.

She didn't know why, but she felt that this princess was weird. She looked like a weak little girl, but she was calm and confident when faced with this kind of thing.

How can a weak woman like her be compared to her?

It would be better for her to plead for mercy later if she loses. Such a delicate girl might burst into tears and complain to the emperor when she is punished later.

Just like that, the game can begin.

The momentum of the two sides has already determined the winner from the very beginning. Team Yuan Baoer's momentum is weak, and everyone is worried about the punishment they will receive later.

An Haoyang, on the other hand, was as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, looking at the trembling girls like a wolf.

Each team will send one person to take out the darts and shoot them at the target. The person closer to the center will get the most points.

The outer circle has one point, the inner circle has two points, and the center has three points.

Everyone has three chances to serve.

An Haoyang and Yuan Baoer sat on the main seats respectively, one on the left and one on the right. As the two people with the highest status in the group, they were of course the finale.

An Haoyang was like an adult watching a child misbehave, with a face full of determination to win: "Have you ever thought about what the princess wants us to do after we win?"

Bao'er didn't look at him, put his hands in front of him calmly, and said in a calm tone: "I haven't thought about it."

"That's right, you don't need to think about it." He implicitly expressed that he would win, and shook his head proudly: "But I have already thought about it."

As he said that, An Haoyang placed his eyes on Yuan Baoer and looked up and down: "And the thought is very interesting."

"Yeah?"

Bao'er's red lips curled up and she looked at him sarcastically: "In this case, I am also looking forward to it."

She smiled evilly, as if she was provoking An Haoyang, but the look in An Haoyang's eyes aroused the waves in his heart, and the desire to conquer slowly rose.

The more disobedient a woman is, the more charming she will be when trained.

He wiped his lips lightly and passed over her red lips with an ambiguous look:

"Then please look forward to it."

Yuan Baoer's disgusting smile suddenly disappeared, and he glared at him with disgust, then turned to look at the game.

After all, it is a dart. No matter how stupid you are, you will hit one or two out of three shots. Although the score is suppressed, it is not terrible after all.

Finally, it came to the showdown between Lou Manlan and Song Ran.

Lou Manlan was obviously a little nervous, but she seemed to have a solid foundation, and her score was pretty good, 113.

Next is Song Ran.

She was holding the dart, and there were some beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. She seemed to be more nervous than Lou Manlan, and her eyes were full of tangles.

"Come on, Song Ran!!"

"Song Ran, you can't let things go on purpose, otherwise we will be angry."

The men built up momentum, and Song Ran's hand holding the dart began to tremble faintly. She took a deep breath, stared at the target, and threw the dart, which directly penetrated into the outer ring.

The scene immediately erupted into boos from men.

"Song Ran, did you do this on purpose?"

"That is to say, no matter what you say, you can't get a score of 1, right? Isn't it too obvious to let go?"

"If you make us lose, we will really be angry. I'm not kidding you."

As you said to each other, Song Ran's face turned redder and redder. She held the dart and turned back to shout at the boys:

"Shut up!!"

Silence suddenly returned to the scene.

But those boys had unfair expressions on their faces, as if they looked down on her, and they frowned.

Song Ran took a deep breath and was about to start when An Haoyang suddenly spoke:

"Song Ran."

The young voice with a hint of freshness sounded. Song Ran shook her hands and turned to look at An Haoyang.

I saw the other party sitting there lazily, side by side with Yuan Baoer, like a couple about to enter the bridal chamber.

His phoenix eyes were curved, and he was obviously smiling but did not make people feel happy. He whispered: "If you are really bad, I won't say anything to you, but if you deliberately let me go in order to prevent me from winning,

If so, I won’t be happy.”

This sentence was like a sharp blade that broke through Song Ran's defenses.

Her originally calm face suddenly lost concentration, her pupils tightened, and she looked at Yuan Baoer beside her with some confusion.

The man's low-pitched ridicule also sounded in the room.

These people seemed to be laughing at her that she would never dare to confront An Haoyang.

Song Ran withdrew his gaze, aimed at the target, and shot a dart.

The men's eyes lit up: "Three points!"

Yes, she hit the center.

Song Ran took out the dart without changing his expression, pointed it at the target, and got another three points.

The men suddenly jumped for joy, while the girls' morale dropped even lower.

I thought there was hope, but now it's over.

The prince hasn’t started yet.

The current score is Yuan Baoer's team with 21 points and An Haoyang's team with 23 points, leading by two points.

As long as An Haoyang wins, he wins.

As for Yuan Baoer, unless her three shots are three points, there is absolutely no hope.

Some of the girls glanced at Yuan Bao'er, and some of them started to complain in their already anxious mood:

"No matter how lucky she is, it's impossible for her three shots to be three-pointers."

"I really don't understand. She obviously agreed to the bet, so why should we be included in the bet? We have nothing to do with her. Now it's better, we are included in the bet."

"That is to say, why should we be unlucky for the bet between them?"

"You look at her as if nothing is wrong with her."

Yuan Baoer was indeed very calm. She calculated carefully and found that the previous score was too low. If An Haoyang hit all three shots, she would not be able to surpass him even if he hit all three shots.

But there is a way...

She squinted her eyes and turned to look at An Haoyang:
Chapter completed!