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Chapter 296 You stopped well

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    Seeing that two balls in a row went into the hole with this blow, there was a gasping sound in the entire basement.

    ¡°Damn, she¡¯s so lucky, isn¡¯t she? She really scored a goal at the beginning¡±

    "Didn't you see her kicking the ball? That's not just good luck!"

    "What should I do, Yi Ran? Your status as the nine-ball queen is in jeopardy!"

    Fu Yan was originally very nervous, but when she saw this opening, she suddenly became excited. Just when she was about to shout, "Sister Rong is awesome," Tang Xin beside her already started shouting excitedly.

    "Ah ah ah Rongrong is great!! Rongrong, I love you, come on, come on!"

    Fu Yan:

    And I¡¯m a little envious of how Sister Rong got so fat?

    Song Qinrong had just leaned down to hit the next ball when she heard the excited voice of the girl not far away. She turned her head slightly and smiled at Tang Xin.

    With this smile, not only Tang Xin, but also several people standing behind her who happened to see Song Qinrong's smile in front of her, whether they were boys or girls, all turned red.

    "Hey¡ª¡ªwhat a sassy girl."

    Someone murmured in a low voice.

    By the time her voice fell, Song Qinrong had already turned back, her dark eyes looking forward quietly.

    "Boom!"

    Another hole-in-one.

    This time, Gu Yiran's face completely darkened.

    The rules of this table tennis game are very simple.  The fifteen balls, except the black balls, are divided into two categories, seven balls marked with large numbers, and seven balls marked with small numbers.

    Song Qinrong and she are responsible for the big and small teams respectively, with seven balls each.

    Whoever uses the black ball to hit all the holes in one category first wins.

    But now Gu Yiran gritted his teeth.

    This guy must be playing tricks on her on purpose!

    Although he knows how to play table tennis, he pretends not to know how to play table tennis and grabs the limelight at the beginning.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Judging from the distribution of several large balls on the table, they may have all gone into the hole before she even had a turn to play!

    ??????????? Is it because she feels lonely?

    "Miss Song is really secretive. Look at it like this, I have no chance to play. If I had known, I wouldn't have given you the chance to kick off." She said coldly.

    I don¡¯t know whether her words succeeded in disturbing her, or whether Song Qinrong was too proud.

    As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qinrong made a mistake.  The force of the pole hit was relatively light, and the black ball just hit the nearest large ball, bounced for a while, and then stopped moving.

    Gu Yiran's eyes suddenly lit up.

    The position where the black ball stayed was just convenient for her to hit the two small balls next to it!

    It¡¯s finally time for her to show off as the nine-goal queen!

    "Oh, is it up to me?"

    She pretended to be surprised and screamed, but her hands moved very quickly.

    Picked up the pole, took aim, and scored two goals with one shot!

    "Good goal!" Several children who were close to Gu Yiran immediately shouted excitedly, "As expected of Sister Yiran, she didn't need to rely on the opening to score two goals!"

    At the beginning, all the balls were piled together, and Song Qinrong hit the ball casually. In their opinion, scoring two goals was just luck.

    Tang Xin immediately became angry, and ignored his shyness and said directly: "What's wrong with the start? Our Rongrong can score two goals, that's what we're capable of!"

    "What kind of skill is that? Isn't it just that you can do miracles with great strength! I can do it when I'm lucky." Someone sneered back.

    "You!" Tang Xin was very angry. Before he could continue his argument, he heard Gu Yiran say with a smile.

    "Okay. I'm also lucky. Thanks to Rongrong stopping the black ball in this position, I was able to score two goals at once."

    " Gu Yiran's words were very modest, but his tone didn't sound like that.

    She raised her index finger, hooked her hair behind her ear, lifted the stick and scored a goal.

    The situation was instantly tied, with three balls in the hole for both sides.

    Tang Xin¡¯s breathing suddenly stagnated.

    She clenched her hands into fists on her chest, pursed her lips tightly, and had only one thought in her mind: No more goals!

    But Gu Yiran¡¯s level is not guaranteed, and there are still a lot of small balls on the table.

    She worked hard again and scored two in succession.

    The atmosphere in the entire basement became more and more enthusiastic, and the cheers of the people were about to knock the roof off.

      "What should I do? Is she going to hit all the balls in the hole at once?"

    Tang Xin was anxious and couldn't help but tug at Fu Yan's clothes.

    "Probably not" There was no confidence in Fu Yan's voice.

    Speaking of which, Gu Yiran taught him how to play table tennis.

    Therefore, he knows the strength of this cousin best.  When you play well, it's not impossible to score seven in one go.

    Thinking of this, his heart lifted and he looked in the direction of Song Qinrong with his eyebrows furrowed.

    But he saw Song Qinrong standing quietly aside, one hand resting on the upright cue stick, with his usual calm and indifferent look on his face.

    Seeing Gu Yiran score five goals in a row, there was no wave in his dark eyes.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know why, but seeing Song Qinrong like this, Fu Yan¡¯s beating heart miraculously calmed down.

    "No, don't be afraid." He held Tang Xin's slightly trembling hand and said it again with certainty.

    Unlike Fu Yan, who was gradually calming down, Gu Yiran was extremely excited at this time.

    She geared up, kept up her efforts, quickly locked the position, and successfully hit the other trumpet ball into the hole.

    "Wow¡ª¡ª"

    The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

    There is only one trumpet ball left!

    Gu Yiran rolled his eyes and searched carefully among the balls.

    The fewer balls there are, the harder it is to find the small ball. She was so focused on being in the limelight that she didn't notice it at all. When she finally found the last one, she was stunned.

    The last trumpet ball is right on the edge of the table.

    And its other three directions were blocked by Song Qinrong's large ball.

    In other words, no matter which direction Gu Yiran hits, the small ball will be blocked by Song Qinrong's large ball. Even if it goes into the hole, the large ball will go in first.

    In this case, she has violated the rules!

    As if a basin of cold water was poured down on her head, Gu Yiran suddenly raised his head and stared at Song Qinrong angrily.

    This woman did it on purpose!

    When the ball was opened, it was shot in all directions, and the balls did not stop like this.

    It was Song Qinrong¡¯s two hits later that not only ensured that the ball went into the hole, but also changed the position where other balls stopped.

    Gu Yiran took a deep breath.

    It¡¯s not a big problem. At most, I can¡¯t hit them all in one go. It doesn¡¯t matter if I give the country bumpkin another chance.

    She thought for a while, a coldness flashed in her eyes, and then she found the right angle and hit the black ball.

    I saw the black ball lightly touching the large ball, then hitting the small ball surrounding the innermost ball, and then stopped.

    Now, all five balls are gathered together.

    It has become the most difficult connecting ball to hit!

    Seeing this, Gu Yiran raised his head with satisfaction, with a mocking smile on his lips, and raised his eyebrows at Song Qinrong: "Oh, I'm sorry, the black ball didn't stop very well!"

    "It doesn't matter."

    Song Qinrong picked up the club unhurriedly and replied seriously and sincerely.

    "You parked well." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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