Chapter 4: Scoundrel, scoundrel, I love you

  Messi had yesterday's experience, resolutely not to compete with her in football shooting, but to compare more evil ones. He looked at An Lele with a sly smile and said: "I will definitely play you to death."

  Jing Yang had never seen Messi so dedicated to doing something before.

  The result was Messi, and the venue of the competition was chosen in an amusement park. The three people stood in front of a roller coaster, listening to the wailing and howling of the people above, and Anle sighed constantly.

  "Euthanasia, have you ever tried it?"

  "No, the ticket is quite expensive, it seems to be quite exciting." An Lele shrugged and said.

  Jing Yang pinched his eyebrows and looked at her careless appearance, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, thinking that she would cry soon.

  "Euthanasia, let's make a bet on this. I'll pay the ticket money, whoever gets scared and shouts loudly will lose. The stake is still 500 yuan." Messi steeled herself to win back her own pocket money.

  "Fine, no problem, but the loser still has to copy ten pages of penmanship." An Lele thought of Mei Xi's essay with crooked and twisted words, and she had an urge to bang her head against a tofu.

  "Alright." Mesi is experienced. Those girls who have been on the roller coaster will scream, but he's a first-timer too, and he's not afraid at all!

  Jingyang walked up to Anle and said: "Anle, it's still not too late to regret now."

  "Thanks, there's no such word as regret in my dictionary, you'd better get lost!" An Lele said with a mischievous grin, Jing Yang sighed and said: "You're going to die for money, aren't you?!"

  She gazed at his face with infatuation, yet loathed the vicious words he spoke, this feeling of both love and hatred darting back and forth in her heart.

  The roller coaster started moving forward, An Lele glanced at Messi beside her, who was tightly grasping the handrail. An Lele gently closed her eyes, the roller coaster's speed got faster and faster, the screams around her ears got louder and louder, An Lele smiled with her eyes closed, not making a sound, enjoying the thrilling sensation of spinning in mid-air. What surprised her was that Messi didn't scream at all, this little guy had quite some guts.

  Suddenly Messi let out a loud cry, his voice was particularly jarring among the remaining tourists' voices, why was that? An Lele slowly opened her eyes to find that the roller coaster had stopped and staff were unfastening the safety bars for the tourists in front.

  She patted Messi, who was still crying loudly and attracting a crowd of onlookers, saying: "Stop yelling, we're here."

  Messi opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him, his face turned red with a thick neck. Jingyang also tightly pursed his lips and turned his head to one side, laughing. Anlele saw it, saw it, and found out that this stone-carved man could actually smile, and he looked really good when smiling. Anlele once again entered her flower-crazy mode.

  Jing Yang looked at An Le's relaxed appearance, then glanced at Messi who was still vomiting nonstop beside him, and shook his head helplessly.

  "An Le, you won again, aren't you happy!"

  "Of course."

  Messi rested for a while before recovering more or less. He looked at the roller coaster with fear and said he would never play again.

  An Lele looked at Messi's dejected expression with some small satisfaction, this bad boy's arrogant momentum was finally extinguished a bit.

  Jing Yang took out 500 yuan and handed it to her, thinking she would symbolically refuse it. But An Lele generously accepted the money, carefully examining its authenticity like a money-obsessed person, then tucked it into her own pocket with great satisfaction. She narrowed her eyes at Jing Yang, using her gaze to tell him "Now you don't have to worry about this money, from now on it belongs to An."

  Mesi panted and shouted at Anle: "Anle, I'm going to compete with you again!"

  An Lele knew he was being defiant, and with a bright smile said: "No problem at all, just come on over, whoever loses will be fined 500 yuan plus ten sheets of practice paper."

  "Uncle will help me." Macy said with a commanding tone.

  Jingyang knew this little overlord's temperament best, if he wasn't made to lose with a convincing defeat, he wouldn't give up. Looking at Anlele who was in high spirits on the other side, Jingyang couldn't help but wipe away sweat for her. He looked at Anlele and frowned, saying: "You're really enjoying this process of making money, aren't you?"

  An Le thought for a moment and looked at Messi, saying: "Isn't this easier than giving you a lecture?" She even deliberately winked at Messi.

  Macy dragged Jingyang and Anle to the balloon shooting place. Macy was very clever, he knew that Jingyang was a shooting expert in the club, and winning Anle would be a matter of minutes.

  Anle wasn't a fool, just by looking at Messi's complacent appearance, she knew that Jingyang was definitely an expert. Jingyang raised his eyebrows and smiled at Anle, who took a deep breath to avoid being stunned by his smile. She hated the kind of smile that hid a knife, and Jingyang's current smile belonged to the type she disliked the most.

  "An Le, it's still time to admit defeat." Jing Yang said in a slow tone.

  "Be careful, your eyebrows might fly off from smiling too much! Who's the winner is still uncertain!"

  Anle actually felt very happy, during her high school summer vacation she had worked in an amusement park, so the secret to this balloon shooting game she knew best! Hmph, arrogant boy, you're dead! Anle gloated silently in her heart.

  Someone once said that people who love to laugh will never have bad luck. Since they are happy and love to laugh, their luck is very good.

  What's wrong with Jingyang and Maisi is that Jingyang, this godly shooter, actually missed five shots at the balloon. He's supposed to be a sure shot, what kind of crappy gun is this?

  An Lele looked at Jing Yang's frustrated expression and felt relieved.

  "We common people are so happy today..." An Lele hummed a tune as he walked to his seat, first smiling with narrowed eyes at Jingyang, then pulling a long face, which almost made Jingyang burst with anger.

  "Bang... Bang..." An Lele finished firing ten bullets, clapped his hands and looked at the ten burst balloons. Without turning around, he already knew what the two black faces, one big and one small, behind him looked like.

  "I'll come again, you go pay." Jingyang said to Anle.

  An Le whispered in a low voice, "Not as good as others and still don't admit it." Jing Yang didn't have time to bother with her, letting her have a moment of verbal satisfaction.

  Jingyang fired another ten bullets and actually hit seven of them. He shook his head in great dissatisfaction.

  Anle laughed secretly, smiling complacently. This high-and-mighty guy definitely didn't know that the boss here had tampered with the shooting gun's sight to make a profit. If he shot at the balloons according to the current sight, not one would hit the target, all would be off-center. Poor Jingyang, unaware of this secret, was already incredibly lucky to have hit any today.

  An Le has never been so grateful to a swindler.

  At this moment, Jingyang's face was so smelly that it couldn't be looked straight at, but it didn't affect Anle's mood in the slightest as he took over the 500 yuan.

  An Lele patted his own pocket, saying with satisfaction: "Tutorial time is over, I don't like to drag on, see you tomorrow, Messi, 20 sheets of practice paper, you can finish it in four days."

  "Euthanasia, don't sympathize with me, I can finish writing tomorrow." Mei Xi said hatefully.

  An Lele smiled and said: "Ah, you really have spirit, then I'll give it to you tomorrow."