Chapter 385: 50% off student price

Fang Jian has been on the road for nearly a decade. With the inflow of firearms into his territory, his good marksmanship has been used. With only a few rounds of bullets, he has been favored. Even if he came to Shishi today, it should be Lesyu The request was also fulfilled before the request was fulfilled.
But he never expected that today he would capsize in the gutter and plant it in the hands of a stink child.
Originally trying to pull back a game, in the end it became difficult to ride a tiger.
You may lose, but if you do n’t compare, it means admitting.
The killing was not overdone, admitting that such things had not yet appeared in the dictionary of his sword.
"Okay, I can promise, but the premise is that you can win us." Fang Jian is also not a fool, and will not let the other party lose the text.
"Of course, it's you who lost Sega's gold card here." Song Ye shrugged, pulled out the hot gold card, and threw it on the table, looking much more bold than Fang Jianli.
Seeing this gold card, Fang Jian's face was completely dark, and he squinted to look at Le Siyu aside, and Pi Xiaochu smiled, "Boss Le is really a big hand, really generous to the second classmates."
This friendly support was so nice to say that the stinky child was clearly found by Lu Siyu and still pretended.
"People who have the ability, I always look at it." Le Siyu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Ye by the wall meaningfully.
The latter looked at him with a cold look, and he did not let go.
Lu Siyu ticked off the corner of his mouth, he really thought the child was getting more and more interesting.
Succeeded by Song Ye, Lu Siyu pulled down into the water had to stand on the side of the boy, desperately desperate.
The two sides pressed their respective colored heads, and Song Ye was finally satisfied to stand on the shooting platform again, watching Fang Jian stand beside him, staring at the target, as if she were trying to see through her tricks.
Song Ye sneered in her heart, her wrists trembled, and the magazine was withdrawn, and she was reloaded in an instant. At the moment when the empty magazine clanged, she was like a tight bow, sweeping away the laziness just now, in her eyes Jingguang Dasheng, pulled the trigger, banged ten shots in a row, and the muzzle remained unmoved under the recoil.
After the ten shots were released, I heard the sound of the empty magazine just now rolling on the table. The crowd reacted in shock. The ten shots were sent out in a blink of an eye.
Continuous shooting, deafening gunshots, juvenile holding the gun, the feeling of oppression erupted throughout the body, making people feel dull, and for a long time they could not respond.
"Ninety-nine rings." The electronic screen above immediately updated the message, and the dazzling numbers let Fang Jian come back to life, and his face became heavy again.
However, he hadn't waited for him to speak, but the boy over there was Da Da Da reloaded the bullet into the magazine, fired again when the empty magazine withdrew, and the muzzle emitted a faint smell of gunpowder in high friction. With his eyes widened in shock, he couldn't help focusing his physical and mental attention on the young man.
She didn't even aim, so she drove like that? Lying down, it is another ninety-nine ring.
The three ninety-nine rings were just as intentional. Everyone looked at Song Ye's gun. Suddenly, there was a feeling of being played in the collective, because whether it was the speed of her gun or the trajectory of the bullet, the nine guns could be hit. By the tenth ring, all ten shots had zero errors.
At the tenth shot, there were nine loops, and a small mistake was still slightly better.
This kind of cognition made Fang Jian vomit blood, and he really wanted to ask the teenager if he had deliberately asked him, but this kind of face-to-face questioning didn't help him.
After three innings, the result was still the same, but Fang Jian's face was shaved again.
"Oh, it ’s good to be a pig and eat a tiger." Fang Jian bit his back molars and smiled horribly. If at this time he still can't tell that Song Ye had deliberately pretended to be careless, he doesn't need Mixed up.
Song Ye didn't answer his question, but reached out his palm, straightforwardly, "Cai head."
Alas ... Fang Jian really wants to vomit blood.
Finally, he took a check out of his pocket and threw it on the table. Fang Jian had no face to stay, "Let's go."
This time, Fang Jian couldn't maintain a little grace, didn't say hello, and flew away just after Le Siyu.
Obviously, this game was lost, and even Lu Siyu was remembered with hate.
Song Ye put away the gold card on the desktop and opened the check to see that the number on it was one million.
Oh, Lu Siyu really discounted the price when she was a student.
"Kee, Song Ye, behaved well, and I invited everyone to dinner at night." Lu Siyu also felt embarrassed. This kind of remuneration was not equal and was exposed on the spot. It was too delicate.
Song Ye didn't object, but the others looked weird. When Lu Siyu left, Wang Qianqian giggled and became overjoyed.
"Song Ye, you are so amazing, you are my idol." Wang Qianqian had been suffering from stomachache, and she lay on Song Ye's shoulder with a smile and a puddle, totally disregarding the image of the lady.
She can understand why her dad talked about Song Ye every time, and loved and hated it.
The last time Bai Zhibin visited this time Fang Jian and Luxu Yu, every delusion to get cheap in Song Ye was finally doomed to nothing.
Song Ye pushed her furry head away from her shoulders. She didn't like having physical contact with others.
Wang Qianqian didn't mind, she went up and continued to hide her face. "Song Ye, teach me to shoot, I forgot what I taught last time, okay. Next time, your eldest brother will come to me again. You report it. "
Song Ye saw her more and more detached, but she did not dislike it. "No need to use him as an excuse." It meant that she was willing to teach.
Wang Qianqian cheered, hoping that she couldn't pounce on Song Ye. Such a blatant intimacy fell into the eyes of several other people, and everyone thought they had no idea.
Fang Yan lowered his head and stunned Le Mingyu next to him. "Now rest assured, people's relationship is better."
Le Mingyu frowned, glanced at the two people who were tired and crooked, and finally relieved, relieved his face, and muttered, "Not the best." But he still did not like Song Ye.
After seeing Song Ye's marksmanship, all of them followed Song Ye's guidance, but everything about the firearms came to ask for advice.
Song Ye and Lu Siyu were already on the line, and they were not interested in having fun, so they spent an afternoon in guidance.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Siyu invited guests and booked a box in the hotel to entertain a group of high school students. After dinner, he agreed with Song Ye about another game time, and he waved goodbye to everyone.
After leaving the hotel, several people greeted him to go home, but Song Ye's sight stopped slightly as he swept towards the street.
"Let's go first, I still have business."