"Are you the helper they brought in?" Kate sized Zhou Ze up with interest.
"My big bro is an NBA sharpshooter. I wonder if you still dare to keep going?" Before Zhou Ze could speak, Andrew Bynum took the lead in provoking them.
"Of course we can."
"But the stakes need to be raised."
A slightly tipsy young white woman beside Kate said with a smile.
It was her birthday today. She was quite pretty and had a good figure, but compared to Kate, she still fell slightly short.
The previous bet had been that whoever lost by however many points had to drink that many glasses of alcohol.
"Oh? Let's hear how you want to raise the stakes," Bynum said.
"Add one more condition on top of that."
"Whoever loses has to fulfill one request from the other side, as long as it isn't too excessive."
"Do you dare to play?"
Kate's friend immediately egged them on.
For a moment, Bynum, Kwame Brown, and Luke Walton all turned to look at Zhou Ze.
They were waiting for Zhou Ze to make the decision.
After all, they were NBA players and public figures. They still had their pride to consider.
"Sure." Zhou Ze smiled.
After hearing Zhou Ze agree, Kate's friends all wore triumphant smiles.
Kate's friends were equally confident in her. Kate was genuinely skilled at darts and was a member of a darts club.
Even if you were an NBA player, a so-called sharpshooter, it would still be difficult to defeat Kate.
Kate's friends had already begun thinking about what kind of performance they should make Zhou Ze and the other NBA players put on later.
Rapping?
Dancing?
Playing basketball?
Or perhaps a combination of everything.
"Alright, then we'll use the 301 darts rules." Kate smiled.
"Fine." Zhou Ze nodded again.
Darts 301 meant that each player started with 301 points and tried to reduce their score to zero by throwing darts and subtracting the corresponding points.
Each round consisted of three darts.
The first player to reduce their score to zero won.
However, the score could not go below zero. If it did, it counted as a "bust," and the score for that round would reset.
Also, the darts had to remain on the board for five seconds without falling off.
"You're the guest. You go first," Kate said.
Zhou Ze did not stand on ceremony.
As a shooter, Zhou Ze had extremely precise control over the strength in his wrist and the movement of his fingers.
His first dart hit the bullseye, scoring 50 points.
"Wow!"
"As expected of Zhou, our super sharpshooter!"
Seeing Zhou Ze land a hit right away, Bynum danced with excitement.
Zhou Ze's next two darts also struck high-scoring sections.
After the first round, Zhou Ze had deducted a total of 120 points, leaving him with only 181.
That score filled Zhou Ze's "teammates" with confidence.
But Kate, who had played darts for years, quickly displayed her skill.
Although none of her three darts hit the bullseye, she scored an impressive 130 points, leaving herself with only 171.
Andrew Bynum, Kwame Brown, and the others' faces immediately fell. For no reason, they grew nervous, and tiny beads of sweat formed on their foreheads.
"Los Angeles's number one sharpshooter, you're about to lose to our Kate..." Kate's friends jeered from the side.
Zhou Ze's expression remained calm, but his gaze sharpened.
His competitive spirit seemed to burst from his body, radiating around him.
Noticing this, a slight ripple stirred in Kate's heart.
They said serious men were the most attractive, and that was absolutely true.
Zhou Ze's sex appeal was through the roof right now. Combined with his strong build and handsome face, Kate's friend could not help giving him a sultry look.
She could not help imagining Zhou Ze pinning her down and grinding against her.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
With three darts in a row, Zhou Ze scored an impressive 140 points.
Lowering his score to 41.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Kate smiled and applauded Zhou Ze, a touch of allure showing in her eyes.
Yet Zhou Ze's gaze remained fixed on the dartboard.
It was not that Zhou Ze did not like beautiful women. On the contrary, he liked them a lot.
But compared to beautiful women, he enjoyed the thrill of winning even more.
That obsessive, almost insane desire to win left even Kate torn between laughter and exasperation.
What an interesting big boy.
Kate did not perform as well in the second round as she had in the first, only lowering her score to 58.
"Your turn, Zhou!" Kate personally handed the three darts to Zhou Ze, deliberately brushing the back of his hand with her soft, fair fingers.
But she noticed that Zhou Ze showed no reaction at all, his gaze still fixed on the dartboard.
It seemed that, to him...
Her beauty was less important than this victory.
Everyone present caught that little gesture from Kate.
"Zhou, you big idiot. We asked you to play darts so you could pick up girls. A famous star is practically throwing herself at you, and you don't even notice," Bynum complained helplessly.
Luke Walton laughed awkwardly.
"Zhou's just that kind of guy. Forget girls—even if he played games with his own daughter in the future, he probably still wouldn't willingly hand over the win," Kwame Brown said with a laugh.
"Yeah, he's just like Kobe. They're both incomprehensible obsessives," Bynum sighed.
In the third round, Zhou Ze scored 40 points with his very first dart, lowering his score to 1.
Even Kate's friends could not help crying out in surprise.
So fast!
So accurate!
Just what one would expect from an NBA shooter. With nerves like that, he only got stronger the more he played.
He just was not very gentlemanly.
Kate was a beautiful celebrity, after all, yet he did not go easy on her in the slightest.
A score of 1 was already very low.
He could have strategically forfeited the next two throws.
But Zhou Ze shook his head.
He liked winning!
And he liked winning beautifully even more!
Zhou Ze's eyes were blazing as he focused completely and threw his final dart.
It hit the 1-point zone.
Kill game!
The match ended on the spot!
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
At that moment, not only Kwame Brown and the others, but even Kate and her friends could not help applauding Zhou Ze.
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