112: Chapter 112 The gun was accurate; it's just that your aim was off.

"Are you leaving or not?"

Shen Qingxue took a few steps, found that Lu Li didn't follow, and turned back to look at him.

"Coming."

Lu Li took a couple of quick steps to catch up, walking side by side with her.

The two of them walked to the roadside, and Lu Li raised his hand to hail a taxi.

He opened the car door, let Shen Qingxue get in first, followed her inside, and gave the address.

The car slowly drove into the main road.

Lu Li leaned against the seat, his gaze falling outside the car window, but his mind was thinking about other things.

Shen Qingxue sat beside him, looking down at her phone, the light from the screen reflecting on her face, flickering on and off.

When the taxi passed the small balloon-shooting vendor, Lu Li suddenly spoke.

"Driver, pull over by the square ahead for a moment, sorry to delay you a bit to wait for us, I'll pay fifty extra—"

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, smiling so broadly that his front teeth were exposed.

"Alrighty."

Shen Qingxue raised her head, turned to look at him, and slightly frowned.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Li didn't answer, just raised an eyebrow at her with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at this expression of his, Shen Qingxue suddenly had a bad premonition.

The car stopped at the edge of the square.

Lu Li paid fifty first, then pushed the door open and got out of the car.

Shen Qingxue followed suit, standing by the roadside, her gaze falling on the small stall that was still lit not far away, and her brows furrowed even tighter.

"You..."

"Since we're already here, let's take a look."

Lu Li interrupted her, hands in his pockets, and had already started walking in that direction.

Shen Qingxue stood in place, looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, and still followed.

The two walked one after another to the front of the stall.

The stall owner was a young man in his thirties, wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap, busy organizing the balloons.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his head, and upon seeing Lu Li and Shen Qingxue, his eyes lit up.

"You two, want to pop balloons? Ten yuan for fifteen shots, hit twelve or more and you can win a doll!"

Lu Li's gaze swept across the dolls hanging on the stall, ranging from the smallest keychain dolls to the largest teddy bear, varying in size, and the corresponding hit requirements were also different.

"How many do you need to hit for the biggest one?"

Lu Li pointed at the half-person-high brown teddy bear.

The boss looked over following his finger and smiled.

"That one requires thirty consecutive hits without a single miss."

Pausing for a moment, he added another sentence.

"But it's indeed difficult, and no one has been able to take it away yet."

Lu Li nodded, took out a twenty-yuan banknote from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Give me thirty shots."

The boss took the money, pulled out two air guns from under the stall, and handed one to Lu Li.

"The air gun's sights have been adjusted, play with peace of mind."

Lu Li took the air gun and weighed it in his hand.

Then he took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to Shen Qingxue.

"Help me hold this."

Shen Qingxue didn't take it, looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Are you serious?"

"When have I not been serious?"

Lu Li shoved the phone into her hands, turned around, raised the air gun, and aimed at the first row of balloons.

He took a deep breath, aligned the sights, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Missed.

Lu Li looked at Shen Qingxue with an awkward expression.

"Uh, my hand slipped, actually I'm quite accurate."

After speaking, Lu Li aimed at the balloon and fired another shot.

However, after a sound, this shot missed again.

Shen Qingxue watched Lu Li's operation expressionlessly, but inwardly found it somewhat funny.

What a blockhead. If they were really that easy to hit, the boss would have gone bankrupt and run away long ago.

But his expression is quite fun to watch, hee hee.

Lu Li refused to believe it, continuously firing several shots, resulting in hitting only one, which might have been a lucky hit.

"Boss, your gun is inaccurate."

Lu Li stopped looking for reasons from himself and instead focused his attention on the gun itself.

"Brother, what you said is right, the gun is definitely accurate. If you don't believe it, I'll try it for you to see."

The boss took the gun from Lu Li's hand, and with a lift of his hand, fired one shot, two shots, three shots.

Several crisp sounds came over, hitting the target without exception.

Lu Li looked at this scene dumbfounded.

Holy crap, he's cheating.

The boss put the gun back on the table, smiled at Lu Li, with a hint of complacency in his tone.

"Brother, didn't I say so, the gun is accurate, it's just that your own aim is terrible."

Lu Li's mouth twitched, he grabbed the gun on the table, and aimed at a row of balloons again.

He simply refused to believe in this jinx.

It's the same gun, the same balloons, why could the boss hit them the moment he raised his hand, while he missed even after aiming for half a day?

Lu Li took a deep breath, held his breath, aligned the sights, and steadily pulled the trigger with his finger.

"Bang!"

The balloon didn't move at all.

Missed again.

Lu Li's expression stiffened visibly.

He turned his head to glance at Shen Qingxue.

Shen Qingxue stood beside him, watching him expressionlessly, but in those cold eyes, there was clearly a hint of... a smile?

Seeing this, Lu Li became even more unconvinced.

He fired several more shots in a row, aiming for a long time each time, and only pulling the trigger after confirming the crosshairs were aligned with the balloon.

But the result was still too gruesome to look at.

After more than a dozen shots, only three balloons were hit, and the hit rate was less than thirty percent.

Shen Qingxue stood aside, saying nothing throughout, but her silence made Lu Li feel worse than any mockery.

"Give me one hundred shots."

Lu Li took out another banknote from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

The boss glanced at him, hesitated to speak, but finally accepted the money and took out another box of bullets from under the table.

Lu Li loaded the bullets and raised the gun again.

This time, he shot even slower than before, aiming for a very, very long time with each shot.

"Bang."

The first shot hit.

Lu Li's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He finally regained a bit of feel for it.

He continued to shoot.

Not long after, another sixty bullets were gone.

The hit rate could only be said to be a little better than before, but it was just a little bit.