There are advantages and disadvantages to being the first to strike.
If you perform well, you can bring pressure to the people behind you, but it is also equivalent to showing your trump card first. The boy majoring in Japanese hesitated because he didn't know if this group of people had any other tricks, so he chose to play secondhand.
But the group of people opposite didn't care at all. Seeing that the other party had finished choosing, their eyes fell on one of the fat guys. The latter looked ordinary among a group of sports school students. Judging from his body shape, he looked like an ordinary person. Same, wearing a rustic Bosideng down jacket.
When his companions were playing before, he stood aside and watched happily without speaking.
When he noticed that everyone else was looking at him, he smiled and said, "You are just looking for trouble for me."
"No, it's a rare holiday, so let's have some fun." Wang Bin handed over the laser gun, "I'll treat everyone to a supper when it's all over."
The fat man in the down jacket took the gun helplessly, but added, "I won't do it next time. Teacher Guo said it, so don't get into trouble."
As soon as he picked up the gun, his whole spirit changed. It was as if he was a different person. The way he held the gun was different from that of an amateur. The Japanese major boy suddenly had a feeling in his heart. An unpleasant feeling came over him, but he still had a trace of luck in his heart.
However, when the game started, Fatty's performance completely extinguished his illusions. Compared with his unimpressive appearance, the former's marksmanship was incredibly strong. It was not obvious at the beginning. As the balloon rose faster, He still maintained terrifying accuracy and kept hitting colorful balloons.
The points in the lower right corner of the screen were also rising at a steady rate. The face of the Japanese major boy changed drastically. The opponent had already surpassed his previous best score, and there was still half a minute left on the clock.
Until the end, the balloon rose so fast that the eyes could hardly see clearly, and the fat man's hit rate dropped slightly, but it was no longer important. His points could get the highest prize. There was a staff member holding the balloon. A large stuffed bear came towards him.
The latter put down the laser gun in his hand, but looked a little dumbfounded, "It's useless if I want this thing."
Wang Bin patted him on the shoulder, turned his eyes to Zhang Heng and the others on the other side, grinned and said, "How about it, do you want to continue the competition?"
The boy majoring in Japanese had a pale face. He knew that he had been deceived. At this time, he didn't know that the fat man was not an ordinary person. He could survive in a sports school with his body shape. He was obviously not a mainstream player focusing on basketball or football. It was athletic, and his performance just now showed what he was practicing.
"Since you have admitted defeat, I will trouble you to fulfill your bet."
While Wang Bin was talking, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned it into video recording mode.
The boy majoring in Japanese blushed. He didn't expect the other person to go so far. Not only did he plan to see him make a fool of himself, but he also planned to take a photo and keep it for later appreciation. It's one thing to be embarrassed among strangers, but if this thing is posted online , if his classmates at school saw him, he might not be able to hold his head up until he graduates from college.
And more importantly, because his impulsiveness also affected Hayase Asuka and Zhang Heng beside him, he was angry at the time and did not notice that Wang Bin mentioned the loser in the bet, which meant that they were also included in the bet. , now that Wang Bin spoke, he specifically emphasized "you".
The boy majoring in Japanese was so ashamed that he didn't even notice that the two people around him had disappeared. It wasn't until the fat man in the down jacket let out a soft sigh that he realized that everyone had gathered around the game console again.
Zhang Heng put the bottle of Oriental Leaves he bought on the roadside under his arm, picked up the laser gun on the side, and then said to Wang Bin on the side, "Can I borrow two game coins?"
The latter was stunned when he heard this, and then showed a meaningful smile, "Aren't you giving up? Okay." After saying that, he took out two game coins from his pocket and threw them over.
Zhang Heng took it in his hand and threw one into the game console, while the other remained in the butt of the gun at the bottom of the screen. Then he said to the fat man in the down jacket, "This one is for you to challenge me."
There was an uproar in the crowd. Even the boy majoring in Japanese thought Zhang Heng was crazy. The fat man’s behavior just now was obvious to all. According to the staff in the arcade, the oversized stuffed bear had been in the store for two years. It’s been more than a month, and this is the first time someone has won.
A look of surprise flashed across the fat man's face, but Zhang Heng ignored the boos behind him and started the game. Compared with the fat man, his gun-holding posture was very amateurish. Even if he held it casually in his hand, he couldn't see it. Nothing special happened, but after he fired a few shots, the fat man's expression gradually became serious.
A layman watching the excitement and an expert watching the door, the difficulty at the beginning is actually about the same. Whether it is a master like Fatty or an ordinary person on the side, the speed of scoring is the same, but Fatty can see more from the rhythm of Zhang Heng's shooting. Something, especially when the balloon accelerates, this sense of rhythm control becomes more and more obvious.
Different from the fat man's stability, Zhang Heng's points in the lower right corner of the screen increased in bursts. It seemed that he was a little in a hurry, but the fat man looked at it for a while, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His observation skills are much stronger than ordinary people after training, which allows him to quickly find the most valuable balloons on the screen, but essentially the strategy he adopts is the same as that of ordinary players, and he prioritizes hitting them every time. Drop the most valuable balloon.
But Zhang Heng was different. Fatty opened his eyes for a while and finally was able to confirm that the opponent had indeed ranked the balloons on the screen by value in just a moment and found the most reasonable shooting order. He did not necessarily give priority to shooting. The most valuable colorful balloons, but it will ensure that all valuable balloons are harvested before flying out of the screen, and you must know that the balloons on the screen are always changing, which means that Zhang Heng must constantly update his Shooting order.
The fat man didn't know how the other party did it, which was why he was frightened.
Two minutes passed quickly. When Zhang Heng put down the laser gun in his hand, he found that half of the people in the arcade had gathered around him, and the game points on the screen had stopped scrolling.
His final score was 2765 points, which was a full 636 points higher than Fatty's 2129 points. It attracted a burst of admiration from the surrounding people, and Hayase Asuka jumped up excitedly.
This time it was finally the group of sports school students' turn to be speechless. Wang Bin's eyes moved to Fatty, expecting him to respond again, but the latter only had a wry smile on his face. Fatty glanced at the gun butt stand. That game currency, but in the end he just sighed and said, "Awesome, I can't achieve this result."
Wang Bin and others' expressions became ugly. They never thought that Fatty would lose, and they never thought about how their side would deal with such a situation.
