Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again-Chapter 190 - She is always one step ahead of Zhao

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: She is always one step ahead of Zhao Xiaoming!

Chapter 190 -190: She is always one step ahead of Zhao Xiaoming!

The difficulty had risen once again.

After all, consecutive shooting had its advantages for maintaining performance, and it also offered a psychological edge.

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Once you shoot, you know the other person’s score right away; if it’s lower, that’s still manageable, but if it’s higher, the other person naturally feels the pressure.

But, that was exactly the cunning part of the game.

Gu Qiaoqiao agreed nonchalantly.

This made Qin Yize’s buddies cover their faces, feeling that today might be Qin Yize’s most embarrassing day, and the harshest on their wallets.

But there was no helping it, who made Qin Yize so indulgent with his wife!

The competition had begun.

It had to be said that Zhao Xiaoming was in top form.

After all, he was facing such a weak opponent.

He didn’t care how others cursed him as a despicable villain, as long as he could embarrass Qin Yize. They could curse all they want; it didn’t bother him.

Thus, a relaxed Zhao Xiaoming casually shot a perfect ten.

His cronies erupted into cheers in the stands.

They were subsequently met with contempt from many people.

But those people had even thicker skins and didn’t care at all.

Gu Qiaoqiao held the gun, found the most comfortable position, and then Qin Yize’s friends covered their faces in despair. They wondered if she was posing for a photo. Could she actually shoot in that position?

But then they realized that even if the stance was correct, she couldn’t shoot accurately anyway, so fundamentally there was no difference.

And so, they simmered down.

All of them just blankly watched the fifty-meter range.

Gu Qiaoqiao glanced at Qin Yize, and with his nod, she offered a slight smile.

Aiming at the target, she pulled the trigger.

A direct hit.

Ten points.

When the score was announced, the entire stands fell silent.

It seemed as if you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked at the girl on the field with eyes full of shock.

Her luck must be incredibly good.

Was it even possible to score a ten with such shooting?

Then, a smirking Zhao Xiaoming fired his second shot, scoring eight points.

Following that, Gu Qiaoqiao shot a nine.

Just one point higher than an eight!

Qin Yize’s smile was serene.

He thought to himself, this fool dares to challenge Gu Qiaoqiao in precision. That’s like performing axemanship in front of Lu Ban’s workshop.

I’ll play you to your doom!

Zhao Xiaoming finally took it seriously and shot his third round, scoring nine points.

Gu Qiaoqiao followed suit, scoring a ten.

The crowd on the stands dropped their jaws in amazement.

The first time might be luck, the second time, also luck, but the third time can no longer be just luck.

And as the referee’s announcement echoed time and time again, some smart and quick-witted people finally understood.

The girl was doing it on purpose!

If Zhao Xiaoming scored a ten, she was sure to follow with a ten.

If Zhao Xiaoming scored an eight, she would score a nine.

If Zhao Xiaoming got a five, she would get a six.

Except for tens, she always scored one point more than Zhao Xiaoming!

Zhao Xiaoming also noticed.

So he became flustered, uneasy, and his form suffered.

This wasn’t a shooting newbie, this was a progenitor of shooters!

Soon, only the last ten shots remained.

Zhao Xiaoming’s hand trembled, and he scored a mere one point.

Afterward, he fixated on Gu Qiaoqiao with a death glare.

And then came the joyful voice of the referee announcing the score, “Two rings!”

He was furious. With a careless shot, he intended to miss on purpose, to see how Gu Qiaoqiao could possibly follow.

“One ring.”

The entire audience burst into loud laughter.

There was no need to shoot the remaining eight bullets, as the outcome had already been decided.

Still, the earnest referee insisted that they finish.

It continued like this.

Always one ring more than him.

Soon after, the competition ended.

Everyone stood up, and applause erupted like thunder.

Gu Qiaoqiao bowed politely to the grandstand, her smile curving her eyes into crescents.

Chu Chengfeng stumbled down the range.

The normally unruly man was utterly disconcerted.

He seemed to forget Gu Qiaoqiao’s gender and status for a moment and was about to rush forward to give her a big hug.

But he was sent flying by a kick from Qin Yize.

Meanwhile, those good brothers came down from the stands and ran over to Gu Qiaoqiao. These scions of wealthy circles looked at Gu Qiaoqiao with admiration and fervor in their eyes.

If Gu Qiaoqiao’s shots had all been perfect tens, they might not have been so excited.

But Gu Qiaoqiao’s shooting style showed them that shooting could be played like this.

How could they not be completely convinced?

This was what true marksmanship looked like, hitting exactly where aimed.

And most importantly, they all made a tidy sum today.

All thanks to Gu Qiaoqiao’s efforts.

Originally, they felt that Gu Qiaoqiao was not good enough for Qin Yize, but now they thought that Qin Yize was incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful and capable girl like her.

One of the coaches here was nearly green with envy.

He glanced at Gu Qiaoqiao, then hurried toward the office upstairs.

Lin Qinghuan stood in the stands, her eyes deep and expression inscrutable. After a long while, she forced a smile and walked toward the field.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoming resembled a defeated rooster, his face gray, his mood downcast, and his eyes dull as he watched the girl opposite him, who was looking at him with a slightly cold smile.

It felt like a dream. How could the competition, which he was 100% sure to win, end so embarrassingly?

Was this for real?

It wasn’t until Qin Yize walked over and calmly ordered him to honor the bet that he seemed to snap out of it.

But there was no escape. Qin Yize’s friends watched him intently like tigers eyeing their prey.

And then, with a swift kick from Chu Chengfeng, he thudded to his knees on the ground.

Adressing Gu Qiaoqiao with difficulty, he said, “Third aunt…”

Gu Qiaoqiao’s lips bore a cool smile as she looked down at Zhao Xiaoming kneeling before her, her gaze passing a boundless sternness.

As she watched him raise his hand and start slapping his own face forcefully, Gu Qiaoqiao’s resentment slowly dissipated.

Her cool gaze on him, thinking, you finally got what you deserved, you beast!

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Imperial Capital Hospital, Gu Jiansheng, after psyching himself up for two hours, finally got out of the car and walked in.

He arrived outside the private ward and then saw Uncle Gu about to push the door open.

Uncle Gu glanced at him with indifference and said nothing. Of all of Gu Cheng’s sons, this one was the least shrewd.

And the one the Old Patriarch disliked the most.

Because when he was younger, he had shattered a jade carving of significant meaning.

“Is there something you need?” Uncle Gu asked blandly as he raised his eyelids.

Having no real abilities, Yubao Square would surely be swallowed up by Jubao Pavilion within half a year under his management.

Ning Wanru and Gu Cheng certainly wouldn’t mind.

He wasn’t a true successor of the Old Patriarch; how could he possibly take good care of the Gu Family’s assets?

And there was Gu Kun, now laid up in the hospital.

Still lying there.

At this moment, Uncle Gu was too distracted to divide his attention, but according to his observations, he suspected that Gu Kun’s condition was feigned.

But by the time he had figured this out, Gu Kun had already lapsed into unconsciousness and couldn’t even speak, so nothing could be asked.

Uncle Gu felt that he and Gu Qingfeng had underestimated their opponent.

That’s why he did not immediately drive out Gu Jiansheng but instead asked him his purpose.