Chapter 30 - Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Do You Know How to Shoot? (2/2)
Xue Qiqi smiled sweetly, lifting her hand to point.
In a stall at Riverside Square ahead, there was a pile of stuffed toys, with a long table in front holding several imitation guns, and different colored balloons pinned behind.
Old Wang squeezed his eyebrows at Lin Chuan: “Watch closely and learn.”
Having said that, he took Xue Qiqi to the stall.
“Handsome guy, thirty yuan for a round, twenty bullets, win a favorite ‘doll’ for your girlfriend.”
The stall owner was a middle-aged man, bald, with a beer belly.
“Qiqi, which doll do you like?”
Old Wang asked.
Xue Qiqi looked around, then pointed to the Doraemon in front, her smile brimming with joy: “Kai, I want that one.”
The stall owner smiled: “You only need to hit 16 balloons to have the chance to take it home.”
“No problem.”
Old Wang made an OK gesture.
Then Wang Zikai picked up the imitation gun from the table and aimed to shoot.
Pop!
In Lin Chuan’s eyes, Old Wang’s shooting action wasn’t professional enough, but it hit the mark.
A blue balloon burst upon impact.
“Kai, not bad.”
Xue Qiqi looked at Old Wang, her smile full of meaning.
Old Wang smiled: “Cupid’s arrows are more precise than my shooting.”
“Why?” Xue Qiqi blinked.
“Because when Cupid shot the golden arrow towards me, I prayed he would shoot the lead arrow at you,” Old Wang’s voice was somewhat deep.
Xue Qiqi’s face turned red and she pinched Old Wang: “Such a smooth talker.”
She was no longer a little girl.
But she still liked sweet nothings.
Lin Chuan was watching from the side, hand supporting his chin, thinking, why does it feel a bit greasy + cheesy?
But.
Why did Shen Qianqian next to him reveal an aunt’s smile?
Do all girls like to hear sweet nothings?
No, it should be, they like to hear sweet nothings from the person they like.
As for the actual content of the sweet nothings, does it matter?
Old Wang fired two more shots.
Pop!
Pop!
It must be said, if Old Wang’s shooting ability were half as good as his sweet talking, he should have hit 16 balloons and won the Doraemon.
But his shooting ability was indeed a bit off.
He hit only 13 balloons.
“Qiqi, let’s try again.” Old Wang showed a competitive demeanor.
Xue Qiqi smiled and nodded: “Okay!”
Another thirty yuan.
Pop pop!
With his last shot, Old Wang finally hit, exactly 16 balloons.
Xue Qiqi hugged Old Wang with one hand and the Doraemon with the other, her heart brimming with joy.
On the other side.
The two single dogs.
“Writer Lin, do you know how to shoot?”
Shen Qianqian turned to Lin Chuan with a smile and asked.
“I guess I do…” Lin Chuan stammered, “Officer Shen, why do you ask?”
“Your eyes… they show a longing for that gun,” Shen Qianqian said with a laugh.
Lin Chuan was indeed itching to try.
After completing ‘assassin’s professional life,’ one of the abilities he acquired was ‘firearms – precise shooting.’
He wanted to test out this ability.
But Lin Chuan probably was really sick.
He unconsciously looked at Shen Qianqian, wondering, this shouldn’t involve any illegal criminal activity, right?
Lin Chuan immediately dismissed this strange thought and smiled: “Which boy could resist a gun?”