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So, if he lost, he couldnât blame her. All he could do was admit that she was smarter than him.
On her second throw, Mu Xiaoxiaoâs score was not bad at seven points.
It was now his turn. He held the ball and walked over, his gaze forward. The ball left his hand, and the slam of the pins was heard. This time, he hit all of the pins!
Ten points!
Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a second. What kind of situation was this?
Who could throw a strike on their second try?
This was illogical!
She smiled mockingly. âYour luckâs not bad!â
Lu Yichen smiled, and there was a little interest in his eyes. He didnât offer an explanation and just agreed with her. âYeah, it was lucky.â
On her third throw, Mu Xiaoxiaoâs standard dropped, and she only scored two points.
Lu Yichen shot her a glance, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. He held the ball and moved forward, throwing his ball out beautifully.
Ten points again!
Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned, and her jaw dropped. âYouâ¦â
One strike could be considered lucky, but throwing a double didnât indicate just luck but ability.
Lu Yichen smirked. âI just got a good grip on the ball.â
Mu Xiaoxiao pouted. âThatâs too good a gripâ¦â
Strikes werenât actually that hard to score. She had scored consecutive strikes before, but it had only been near the end of the game when she had gotten the hang of the game.
She was not like him, where he scored strikes for two out of his first three throws when he hadnât even warmed up.
How could she enjoy this game anymore?
It was her turn to throw again. Due to his provocation, Mu Xiaoxiao was really conscientious this time. She had to score a strike, or she would look like a loser next to him!
Nevertheless, this was not a world where what one wanted equaled what one would get.
This time, Mu Xiaoxiao scored nine points, with only one pin standing. She wrung her hands in despair.
âAlmost!â She wanted to throw up blood out of pity.
Lu Yichen said encouragingly, âNext time, youâll score a strike. Try your best!â
It was his turn again. This time, he threw the ball more casually, but the result was still the same â ten points again.
Mu Xiaoxiao stared at him as though he was an alien and said gloomily, âAre you even human? How are you so good?â
Lu Yichenâs face was full of warmth as he smiled and explained, âWhen I work here, the guests sometimes request that I play with them. Thatâs how I trained my grip.â
Plus, it was his home field here. Obviously, their advantages would be different.
Actually, he had casually thrown his previous ball to go easy on her. However, his feel for the game was extraordinarily good today, and he was able to get a strike with such a throw. It must have been fate; he couldnât go against that.
Even before the end of the match, Mu Xiaoxiao felt that she was already going to lose.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Lu Yichen noticed her expression and said considerately, âHow about we call off the bet? Weâre here to kill time anyway; playing a casual game is good enough.
âHow is that okay!â Mu Xiaoxiaoâs face was serious as she looked at him and said, âSince weâve already bet on it, Iâll go through with it and accept any losses. Donât worry. I, Mu Xiaoxiao, am not a sore loser. Also, donât think about going easy on me, or Iâll be pissed!â
âOkay,â he replied mildly. However, his gaze was fixated on her determined one. It was hard to look away from a gaze that was bursting with so much life.
It wasnât surprising that Mu Xiaoxiao lost.
Originally, Lu Yichen had wanted to request something carelessly. However, her stare suggested that his request was not something that he could just say; it had to undergo careful consideration. It was a sign of respect to her as the loser.
Lu Yichen smiled helplessly. He had never seen anyone take a loss so seriously.