Chapter 1705： Dream and reality are opposite? (4)

So, after Mo Xiaomeng came on, he simply won Song Shijun.

Song Shijun let out his hands and expressed his admiration without words.

"This is not fun, let's play something else."

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes turned and he saw a dart stand not far away. He thought of something and said excitedly, "Let's play that! Yin Shaojie, I want a doll! The biggest one!"

"Well, no problem." Yin Shaoji answered.

Ye Sijue held Mo Xiaomeng's hand and asked her, "Which one do you want?"

"Well ... whatever, I like it, whichever you can, I'll choose which one." Mo Xiaomeng smiled unwillingly.

The party went to the dart stand.

Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the stall owner, reached Han Qiqing's ear, and whispered, "Look at the boss who looks a bit fierce. Will we be beaten if we win too much?"

"What are they afraid of? They are in the presence of Yin Shaoyu." Han Qiqing said.

Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and proposed, "You three boys, play, Shijun, you will be with Qiqing. If you win, you will give Qiqing."

"No, he must not win Yin Shaoyu." Han Qiqing doubted Song Shijun's strength.

Song Shijun snorted. "You just don't believe me?"

"Okay, then you won the biggest one for me." Han Qiqing said.

"Wait and see! I won't get the first prize, I'll tell you the last name!" Song Shijun dared to speak.

Han Qiqing touched his chin and said, "Han Shijun? This name seems to sound better than your original name."

This made everyone laugh.

Song Shijun went to buy a dart and distributed it to everyone.

There are three girls too, let them have fun.

Han Qiqing said, "Shijun, come first."

"No, I want to be the finale!" Song Shijun said.

Yin Shaojii smiled and said, "Let me go first."

After that, the long and sturdy posture must be fixed, the long arms extended, and the darts flew to the target one by one.

Full marks!

The boss looked awkward, and there was a noise from passersby.

Ye Sijue walked to Yin Shaojiu, facing the other target, without saying a word, just raised his hand and threw the dart forward.

嗖 嗖 嗖 ——

As if it were a replay, all the darts hit the hearts.

There was another uproar from the onlookers, and then they started whispering. Don't guess and know how these people are so powerful.

"It's me!" Song Shijun rubbed his palms forward.

Han Qiqing stopped him, "Wait, I haven't arrived yet, the next one is me."

Mu Xiaoxiao laughed aside, "You said you are the finale, the finale is the second last, you wait slowly."

Song Shijun retorted without words and had to let Han Qiqing come first.

Han Qiqing watched Yin Shaojie and Ye Sijue win so easily. He had been eager to try, and always felt that he could hit the bullseye.

Stand up and throw your darts.

But the dart missed the target and missed the target.

Only one seven ring was hit in the end.

Han Qiqing was depressed and stomped. "Why is it so hard to play ..."

"The next one is to me!" Mu Xiaoxiao also had an itch in her hands and stood in front. Who knew that the first dart was about to be thrown out, a loud noise sounded not far away, scaring her hand to slip, The dart was off target.

Mu Xiaoxiao glanced dissatisfiedly at the crowd in the distance.

When the second dart was about to be shot, there was a loud noise there again, disturbing her again.

What are you doing?

It's so noisy that far.