Really.

Jiang Xun was not surprised by this answer.

Since the others learned about the calcium tablets in her hand before departure, many people have thought about it, Song Jia and the others are trading with a clear price in exchange for materials, so they will be very bad, and they have to use the way of betting.

To put it nicely, it was a decision made by the two of them, and if they lost, they could only blame themselves for their inferior skills.

But if it loses, one side will not get anything, and will have to give away the materials it originally has.

Jiang Xun said without emotion: "Yes." ”

"Good! Xiao Xun is refreshing. Cheng Zhuo also took out a compass from his bag, "This thing can detect nearby metal objects, and it can also be used as a monitor and alarm." ”

There is a certain danger at night in the desert, and the compass has a certain danger warning function, which is a must-have for the vigil.

As for the detection of metal, it should have something to do with the treasures in the oasis.

Cheng Zhuo can think of this, which proves that he is thoughtful enough, but he has also become unpopular because of his high self-esteem.

Jiang Xun also put the calcium tablets on the table, and the photographer specially gave the two of them a close-up, and it is estimated that some messy frames will be added in the later stage to make the atmosphere of the scene very hot.

Even if these two people are actually fighting with their eyes,-for-tat.

Cheng Zhuo was the first to play, and his skills were surprisingly good, and he could shoot with a good score of 47 points while the target was turning.

Add in his teammates' scores, for a total of eighty-six points.

It's very high.

"Don't be nervous," it was Wen Congran's turn to play, Jiang Xun patted him on the shoulder and smiled casually: "As long as you can score thirty-six points, it's no problem." ”

Wen Congran pursed his lips, and then clenched his fists to cheer up: "I will do my best!" ”

"Brother Ran, come on!" Ye Xinxin helped off the sidelines.

Cheng Zhuo will not come out to stir up the situation, he stared at the calcium tablets on the desktop, his eyes were hooked, as if he was bound to win.

The rules for throwing darts are simple, and if the target is turned, the ring is counted as a few points.

Wen Congran had not undergone professional practice in the end, and he barely threw out thirty-seven points, which was one point more than Jiang Xun said.

Jiang Xun folded his hands around his chest idly, and said in a calm tone after the results came out: "Enough." ”

"What's enough?" Cheng Zhuo interjected: "Xiao Xun, if you don't admit defeat now, it's too late for us to admit defeat, and we don't all of them, just divide them in half." ”

Jiang Xun took over from Wen Congran and walked to the starting point of throwing darts, held the iron dart to his fingertips, and turned around casually, "Unfortunately, I don't want to give half of it." ”

As soon as the words fell, she waved her hand to signal the staff to turn the target, and then the wrist bone was slightly forced, and the dart flew out in an instant-

Clang.

The speed of the target gradually stopped.

There's a dart stuck in the middle of the heart.

Cheng Zhuo's words that poured into his mouth were suddenly blocked.

"I forgot to tell you, I used to practice archery at home, as for the technique." Jiang Xun asked the staff to continue to turn the target, and she threw four darts in a row without any pause.

"It's just the level of a hundred steps."

The staff stops the target.

Five darts, red in the dart.

Two of them were almost squeezed out because the tail end was too large, and they were directly pierced by the darts thrown later, and the target's red hearts were smashed.

Jiang Xun looked at the staff's expressions of disbelief, and pressed his eyebrows slightly helplessly, "I'll go to Director Dong to discuss compensation after the shooting, don't worry." ”

Is this a matter but not a concern.

The target has made you smash, how hard have you got?!

The staff was shocked and did not forget to count the scores, and then Jiang Xun's team narrowly won by virtue of a one-point advantage.

Jiang Xun looked sideways at Cheng Zhuo, whose face was suddenly gloomy, raised his hand to hook the scarf and lowered it slightly, his crystal moist lips were shallowly hooked, and his tone was lazy: "Brother Cheng, I have conceded." ”