C192 I'll Let You
C192 I'll Let You
"I know a little." Qin Lang said.
"As long as you understand, we'll play 301!" Ma Yang said.
"301" was one of the most common rules for throwing darts. The starting score of the two contestants was 301 points. After that, both sides guessed that they would take turns shooting darts. Each time, they would shoot three darts. The score on the boomerang disk would be subtracted by 301 points. The first person to subtract 301 points would be precisely reduced to 0 points. Whoever won would win.
Qin Lang and Ma Yang first shot at the boomerang disk. After throwing a dart, Ma Yang's dart was closer to the center of the heart, and Ma Yang shot the dart first.
Ma Yang stood in front of the boomerang. He leaned forward slightly and held the dart in his right hand. He shook the dart twice and shot a dart at a small green area right above the center of the boomerang.
"Why is Young Master Ma's dart so far away from the center of the dart? It's over now..." a little girl who was watching said.
The boyfriend next to her laughed and said, "The boomerang is not like an arrow. The closer you get to the heart, the better. The place where Young Master Ma shot was the area with the highest score on the dart disk. It was 60 points. Don't speak nonsense if you don't understand. Be careful not to be laughed at by others. "
The boomerang disk was divided into different scores. The score in the middle of the boomerang disk was 50 points. The surrounding scores ranged from 1-20 points, and there were also "Double Area" and "Triple Area.," so on the boomerang disk, the highest score was 20 points, "Triple Area," which was 60 points.
In the blink of an eye, Ma Yang's three boomerangs had been shot. They hit 60 points, 40 points, and 20 points respectively. This score was quite high.
"Young Master Ma is awesome!"
"He's too awesome! He's almost at the level of a pro player!"
"He lost 120 points in one go. In three rounds at most, Young Master Ma lost 301 points!"
Ma Yang's followers praised him. The others also felt that Ma Yang's dart skill was too amazing, and they praised him greatly.
"Young Master Ma, your dart skills are too good. I think even if he practiced for another ten years, he would not be as good as you." Tian Hsing walked to Ma Yang's side and smiled. She handed Ma Yang a bottle of drink.
"What's your name?" Ma Yang was very satisfied with Tian Hsing's performance before. He took her water and asked with a smile.
"My name is Tian Hsing. I am a third-year student of Linan's Treant Academy. I am here today to register as a volunteer," Tian Hsing's heart moved and immediately said respectfully.
"It is a pity that she is so beautiful to only be a volunteer." Ma Yang said and looked at a few staff members. He said, "Isn't the organizing committee still lacking a few guiding ladies? Give her a spot!" After Ma Yang said that, the staff agreed.
"Thank you, Young Master Ma. Thank you, Young Master Ma." Tian Hsing was delighted in her heart and bowed to Ma Yang.
The "guiding lady" that Ma Yang mentioned was one of the ladies who had named their country when athletes from all over the world entered the stadium. Their salaries were higher than volunteers, and they could even show their faces on the live broadcast. It was a very competitive position, but Young Master Ma had given him such a good opportunity. This showed that he had a good impression of her. How could she not be excited?
"No need to thank me," Ma Yang said lightly. He looked at Qin Lang again. Qin Lang was already standing in front of the boomerang plate, ready to shoot the boomerang.
Qin Lang held the boomerang in his hand and looked at the boomerang disk. He shot the boomerang. He went out and nailed it in the 20 point area. The second boomerang also had 20 points. The third boomerang actually shot in the 1 point area close to the 20 point area.
"Haha, the third dart only got 41 points. It's 79 points away from Young Master Ma!"
"His skills are too weak. It's like a father hitting his son."
"Even if I shoot with my eyes closed, my score is still higher than his!"
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When the surrounding people saw Qin Lang's score, they mocked him.
"Kid, I think you should just directly jump down from me and crawl over, so that I don't have to compete with you anymore," Ma Yang said proudly.
"Young Master Ma, you still haven't finished competing with me. It's better to have good morals on your mouth. Don't lose to me later, this person who only played with darts when he was young!" Qin Lang said.
"Alright, I'll see how you lose your underpants later. What else can I say?" Ma Yang said proudly and stood in front of the dart plate again. He was already 79 points ahead of Qin Lang. He was especially relaxed. The three boomerangs soon hit the boomerang plate. It was better this time than the last time. He got 60 points, 40 points, 40 points. His total score of 301 was only 41 points left. He had a high chance of winning this match in the next round.
When the others saw Ma Yang shoot out another 140 points, they cheered. Ma Yang's henchman clamored Qin Lang to give up the competition and drill into Young Master Ma's crotch.
"Qin Lang, let's go. We don't want to compete with him anymore..." Fu Yuv held Qin Lang's hand and said worriedly.
Qin Lang smiled faintly. "It is not the end yet. Don't be afraid. Even you think I am going to lose. Why can't I win?"
Fu Yuv quickly shook her head and said, "No, I didn't say you will lose. I hope you win."
Qin Lang smiled and walked to the dart tray. His expression became serious. Qin Lang held the dart and shook it. His eyes focused and his hands shot quickly. He shot out and hit the 20 points area with "3 times."
In fact, Qin Lang dared to agree because he felt that the boomerang was similar to the throwing knife he practiced. His throwing knife was already very accurate, so he believed that throwing a dart would not be a problem. He did not expect that the previous three darts had greatly thwarted Qin Lang's confidence. The dart and the blade that he often used, be it in weight or shape. They were not that simple.
However, the previous three darts made Qin Lang familiar with the skills of throwing darts. He changed some of his techniques and a little bit of luck. This time, he hit the 20-point "three-fold."
Qin Lang hit the "three-fold area." He was also refreshed. He was afraid that his hand would feel cold. He quickly shot the remaining two darts. After he went out, one of the darts hit the "three times area" with 20 points, while the other hit the 20 points.
In this round, Qin Lang also hit 140 points. His total score of 301 was reduced to 120 points.
"Hey, this kid is blind!"
"He is blind! The first time he only shot. After 41 points, he shot the second time. 120 points, absolutely impossible! "
" The Luck Goddess only cared about him once, another round, I think he won't even get 41 points "
"What's the next round? Young Master Ma only has 41 points left. With Young Master Ma's ability, can't he shoot 41 points with three darts?"
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The others thought that Qin Lang only ran into him this time. He did not have that ability at all.
"Stinking brat, I'll give you a chance. If you admit defeat now... I'll only let you crawl under my feet, but if you have to wait until I defeat you... If you're willing to drill, then I might have to go to the square outside and let you drill. You also know that there are a lot of people in Aowu Park, and unfortunately... I ate a bag of popcorn in the morning, and it might 'pop' the moment you drill. Although I'm a rich young master, I can't control my physiological reactions. Don't think that my fart is fragrant..."
As soon as Ma Yang finished speaking, the others burst into laughter.
"That's right. Young Master Ma is also a human, his fart is not fragrant!"
"He crawled under Young Master Ma's feet in the square and even smelled his fart! Aiya, just thinking about it makes me feel good!"
"How good do you think it is for you to admit defeat? It is better to crawl here than in the square, right?"
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"Loser, have you thought about it? Do you want to drill now?" Ma Yang asked with a smile.
"Young Master Ma, you are an expensive young master in Linan. You fart on the left and fart on the right. How much stink do you have in your stomach? Don't you feel ashamed?" Qin Lang said with a smile.
"Alright, brat. Don't look at how you are messing around. I will make you cry in a minute!" Ma Yang said with a sneer. As he spoke, he walked in front of the boomerang dish and shot with the boomerang.
Ma Yang still had 41 points left in his total score of 301, which was the first round. As long as he hit 41 points, this match would end. To him, completing the shooting of three darts with 41 points was not too difficult. Ma Yang's plan was to shoot a double of 20 points first. Then shoot another 1 point and win the match cleanly.
Ma Yang had already aimed at the 20 point "double area." He threw his hand forward, and the dart flew towards the double area in an arc.
At this moment, Qin Lang's eyes tightened. He had a blade in his hand at some point. In a split second, he shot towards the bottom of the dart plate. The blade gently hit the lower part of the boomerang and fell to the ground. This area was covered with a green carpet. When the blade landed on the carpet, it was silent. No one noticed.
Due to the slight impact of the blade, the dart plate slightly shook. Ma Yang's dart, which should have been able to reach two times the normal size, landed on the "two times" area that was close to 20 minutes.
"Huh?" Ma Yang himself was also confused. He was 80% sure that he could hit the "two times" area, but how could he miss it? But he still had two more darts. He only needed to complete 31 points.
Ma Yang shot another 15 points in the "two times" area and hit it. At this time, he only needed to hit another one point. He could also win. Ma Yang's last shot was the least difficult one point. Qin Lang shot again secretly. With a blade interfering, Ma Yang's dart landed on the close to one point of 18 points.
According to the rules, 301 points would be reduced to negative numbers. The result of the dart would be useless, so after this round, Ma Yang's 301 points would be left with 1 point!
Ma Yang himself was stunned. What was going on? He couldn't even get 41 points from the dart. Wasn't this too strange?
"Young Master Ma did it on purpose. He just gave this kid face and told him not to lose too badly."
"Yes, with Young Master Ma's strength, getting 41 points out of the three darts is still not enough. Why didn't he just end the competition directly? It was just to give this kid face..."
"Actually, Young Master Ma wanted to humiliate this guy, so he purposely left one point! Let this kid see, I could have won this round directly. However, even if I didn't win, this guy knew that there was no way I could win this round. Young Master Ma purposely left 1 point behind to let him see hope. In the next round, I will personally destroy his hope and kill him. This move of Young Master Ma was equivalent to cutting him into pieces. How ruthless! Haha!"
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The others also couldn't understand why Ma Yang was able to shoot so well in the first two rounds, and why he couldn't even get 41 points in the last round. Some people just thought that Ma Yang was giving Qin Lang face, while others thought that Ma Yang was purposely leaving 1 point to humiliate Qin Lang.
"Brat, I have already given you a chance. Don't let me down. If you have the ability, shoot out the remaining 140 points with 3 darts. Otherwise... I will wear my underpants and let you crawl into my crotch. Haha! Ma Yang knew in his heart that he did not show mercy to Qin Lang, but now he could only say that. Fortunately, the others thought that he did it on purpose.