Chapter 3239： Here comes the dog abuse (3)

Zhang Mei could not say, so he let his hands go and let him get the ball.

Song Shijun chose a blue ball just like the one just before, hit the ball in one hand, and held the ball in one hand, and walked to Han Qiqing.

Han Qiqing clenched his fists and cheered him up.

"Shijun come on! Put down the rest!"

Song Shijun smiled at her, "Observe!"

He didn't pose specially, just bent his waist, staring at the bowling pins in the hole, and then shot suddenly.

The ball, fast, rolled straight towards the hole.

Han Qiqing stared nervously.

Crackling--

The rest of the bowling pins were knocked down.

"Wow! Great!" Han Qiqing jumped up happily, holding her little hand in excitement.

Song Shijun shook his head, a handsome gesture.

"Ah, the technology is still so good."

Zhang Mete and others were speechless. "This is all right?"

Next, others also shot.

It can be seen that they often play, and two or three also scored full marks, and the least one also poured eight bottles.

Han Qiqing was stunned. "You are all masters."

They answered modestly, "OK."

Only Song Shijun nodded humbly and said, "No, I'm a master at master!"

Han Qiqing laughed, "Smelly shameless, praise you, you're in heaven?"

Song Shijun said, "Why not go to heaven?"

In the next few rounds, he let her go first.

Han Qiqing saw that his technique was so good, no matter how bad her first ball was, he could remedy it, so he wouldn't worry about it and let it go.

Originally, she should be sitting on a cold bench and can only watch them play.

Because Song Shijun asked her helper, she also participated in it.

Han Qiqing didn't play bowling before, but this was the first time she thought that bowling was so fun.

Of course, the premise is someone to help themselves remedy.

In the final round, Song Shijun was very skillful, so he ranked first.

Zhang Meteor's score was very tight, followed closely by only two goals, just because he made a mistake.

This is the last goal.

Zhang Meteor wants to catch up with Song Shijun, this ball is very important.

Conventionally, Song Shijun asked Qi Qing to help him drive the first ball.

Zhang Mete took the others and shouted in Han Qiqing's ear, "Enter the ditch! Enter the ditch! Enter the ditch!"

Han Qiqing gazed at them silently, "Hey, you're enough, I'm all behind, can't you encourage me?"

In the first few balls, she poured four bottles at most.

Zhang Meteor said, "Qi Qing, can you help me? Throw the ball in the ditch, please, I want to win him!"

Han Qiqing resolutely refused, tongue out at him, "No, why should I help you?"

Song Shijun laughed aside, "Yeah, why should I help you? Qi Qing also helps me, right? Come on, I'll teach you."

Han Qiqing listened to his instructions very seriously.

Zhang met up with others and harassed them.

Song Shijun said to Han Qiqing, "Don't look at the fairway, you just stare at the bottles, and think in your head, I'm going to kill them. Right, you can imagine these bottles as Zhang Jie's face, kill them Throw it out with anger. "

Zhang Wei shouted in protest, "Hey! Why is it imagined as my face? Where did my face provoke you?"

Song Shijun ignored him.

Han Qiqing took a pose and did what he said.

Those bottles ...

It's Zhang Meteor's face.

Smash them!

Han Qiqing stared, his hand flicked and the ball went out.