"Does stacking count?"
Count or not—who could shoot ninety balloons with just fifty shots, right?
Don’t joke around, this isn’t a movie.
The owner felt the question was purely rhetorical, and even the onlookers who heard it were baffled.
[The way that lady asked left the owner dumbfounded, hhhhhh~~~]
[Not gonna lie, it left me dumbfounded too, it seems there’s nothing wrong with stacking, since the popped balloons are doubled, and the total number of bullets hasn’t increased.]
[Exactly, if it wasn’t stacking, you’d just need an extra fifty shots to shoot again, and you could still get the grand prize, there’s nothing wrong with that statement!]
[But this question is utterly pointless, who would get a score of ninety balloons with fifty bullets? They must think they’re a sniper!]
[Hey wait a minute? Didn’t that handsome guy just hit two balloons with one shot? How many bullets does he have left now???]
[Looks like... about half?]
When this question came out, everyone was stupefied.
At the scene, excluding Jing Yu and Tang Shu, no one really counted the number of bullets fired.
But everyone agreed on one thing, that it was impossible to get another grand prize with the remaining bullets.
On that side, Jing Yu paused after hearing the question, but when she looked at Tang Shu again, Tang Shu had already raised the toy gun in her hand.
One shot hit two balloons.
A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and the owner even rubbed the corners of his eyes.
Tang Shu barely paused between shots, aim, hit.
The intervals were merely a blink of an eye, and after a succession of exploding sounds, silence fell around them.
Even the handsome guy’s live stream had no more comments.
By the time all the bullets in the toy gun were fired, only a few balloons remained, lonely and stuck in the corners and edges.
Tang Shu placed the gun on the wooden board in front and then turned her gaze to the area where the prizes were kept.
There was what she wanted—plushies, all sorts of them.
Jing Yu smiled and went straight to those large plushies, picking a gangster rabbit and a Pleasant Goat from among them.
"Can I get these two?"
Tang Shu revealed a big smile, her eyes shining as she looked at the plushies.
Although... that rabbit looked a bit weird, not very pretty, but it must feel comfortable to touch.
Definitely no worse than Big Horse Monkey.
When all the spectators online and offline came back to their senses, the two were already holding one each.
"Holy cow! Fifty shots hit ninety balloons!!!"
"They actually did it, what kind of divine combination is this ahhhhhh—"
"The handsome guy is one thing, but why is the beauty so awesome too? This is unscientific!"
"Crap, they must be here to make trouble, right? The owner is about to cry!"
"I thought it would be great if they took one large plushie home, but I never expected them to take two!"
"A moment of silence for the owner ing~~~~"
On that side, Tang Shu kindly extended the paw not holding the gangster rabbit and waved at the owner.
"I wish you a flourishing business."
Not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
If he had a few more customers , how could his business possibly flourish!
Please, don’t come back again, running a small business is hard—