"Holy smokes! Is this girl also a pro?"
"She really hit it, birds of a feather flock together, huh? Looks like they have the same interests?"
"That marksmanship... she must have played lots of real-life CS, right? So cool, all of them!"
"Amazing, just amazing, an angel in human form!"
"No, I don’t believe it, as a guy I’ve been playing for so long and never hit the target, it must be luck!"
"I think luck is a factor too, girls these days can be this awesome?"
"Perhaps the stall’s toy guns are just really effective?"
This shot, it surprised all the spectators.
However, the person involved was somewhat dissatisfied, she had aimed for the center of the balloon, yet the bullet grazed the edge, there was quite a deviation to her.
As a member of Tang Sect, Tang Shu’s hidden weapon skills were unmatched in Damo, how could this mistake happen?
The audience and netizens raised their estimation of Tang Shu, even the stall owner couldn’t help but feel shocked.
"Your girlfriend is pretty good too, she hit the target as well?"
You should know, not even the boys can hit the target with their first shot using these toy guns.
Tang Shu heard it loud and clear this time, she finally diverted her attention from the toy gun, and looked at Jing Yu in surprise.
Since when were they in that kind of relationship?
Jing Yu seemed to not have heard the owner’s words, he stepped closer to her, his long fingers resting on the middle part of the gun, the familiar voice rang out again.
"These toy guns’ sights have been adjusted, they always have some error, just get a feel for the pattern."
This was a little secret agreed upon by the owners of the shooting game stalls.
Tang Shu’s attention was once again drawn to the toy gun, she thought about the feeling of shooting just now and seemed to come to a realization.
Seeing this, Jing Yu’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, and he stealthily stepped back.
Under everyone’s gaze, Tang Shu lifted the toy gun once more.
The audience and netizens got excited again.
"Whether it’s luck or not, depends on this shot."
"Gosh, it’s not even a competition, why do I feel a hint of nervousness?!"
"Wah, Miss has to hit it, come on come on—"
The bullet hit the middle of the balloon, causing it to burst with a pop.
Then came another bang, and another balloon burst.
Under her mask, the corner of Tang Shu’s mouth curled slightly, she had found the feel.
"Holy moly, three consecutive shots on target, and you said it was just luck before?!"
"They must be from a real-life CS club!"
"Pros for sure, the stall owner has really opened his eyes this time, hahahaha~~~"
The stall owner was indeed as shocked as everyone said, and generously gave another thumbs-up in approval.
"Not bad, beauty, your shooting’s way better than the others!"
Tang Shu smiled, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, although there are bullets left, you’ve already won the top prize..."
The owner hadn’t finished saying "I’ll get the top prize for you" when he was cut off.
Tang Shu glanced at the sign with the game rules, "It says here that shooting forty-five out of fifty balloons gets you the top prize, so if I burst ninety balloons, can I get two spots for the top prize?"