Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 421 - 298: Is He Afraid of Getting Hit_2

Chapter 421: Chapter 298: Is He Afraid of Getting Hit_2

Throwing darts like jabbing a voodoo doll, muttering curses under his breath, who knows if he’s reciting lines or really cursing someone.

The darts were thrown with passion, the posture quite professional, but it’s a pity the aim wasn’t great—darts randomly scattered about the target, with quite a few misses too.

Down to the last dart in hand, Feng Chi handed it to the person next to him, Feng Yi, then walked over to the fridge to grab a drink.

Feng Yi glanced at the dart in his hand, took a brief look at the target, casually threw it, not even looking to see where it landed, and turned to Feng Chi.

He asked Feng Chi, "What’s up? Spill it."

Feng Chi, holding a bottle of fruit drink, didn’t even close the fridge door, just stood there staring blankly at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow, sending back a questioning look.

Feng Chi didn’t speak, closed the fridge, put the fruit drink down carelessly, hurried over, and removed the darts from the target, leaving only the one in the bullseye.

That casually thrown dart of Feng Yi’s had hit right there.

Feng Chi pointed at the dart in the bullseye, "You just hit that."

Feng Yi: "Oh, pretty lucky. You called me here today to..."

Feng Chi handed a dart to Feng Yi:

"Never mind that for now, throw another one!"

As he spoke, Feng Chi ran to the target, pointing at a spot:

"Hit here, the triple-20 inner ring! Try again, and if you get it right, then we’ll talk about the rest."

Feng Yi, without much talk, grabbed a dart and threw directly, not even aiming. To him, this was quite simple, no need for preparation.

Seeing Feng Yi’s dart-holding posture, Feng Chi couldn’t help but laugh, "Hey, haven’t played in years, huh? Your stance isn’t quite profe... Damn!"

Feng Chi watched as the dart precisely hit the designated spot, right in the middle of the triple-20 area, not just the edge!

"Have you been practicing in secret?" Feng Chi asked.

"No," Feng Yi said.

"Then why so accurate?"

"...Talent."

"Psh! How come I never noticed this talent when we were in school? You were just as bad as me back then!"

Feng Chi was certain that Feng Yi had practiced some kind of secret technique in the years after he left Yang City.

It might not be darts, could be some other skill.

Otherwise, why throw darts so precisely?

Catching venomous snakes too, both quick and accurate at gripping the head.

And you say you haven’t practiced?!

Feng Chi had a look of disbelief on his face.

Feng Yi reflected on his past hit rate. Indeed, it was different now—what used to feel difficult seemed as easy as drinking water.

"...Alright, I secretly practiced," Feng Yi could only say.

"Knew it! You’re not honest!" Feng Chi exclaimed with excitement, "I want to learn! How did you start practicing?"

Feng Yi: "You might not believe this, but I started by necessity, trapping rats to practice."

Feng Chi: "...Forget it, this skill doesn’t suit me."

Not dwelling on the skill anymore, Feng Chi sighed again, "You should be competing in darts, entering international events, not catching snakes! It’s a waste of talent!"

Feng Yi didn’t quite agree.

Tasks that were once difficult now seemed simple, a change at the genetic level. Competing in dart tournaments would be like cheating, unfair to the other players.

So Feng Yi said, "Catching snakes is more interesting."

Feng Chi opened his mouth, sighed, and said, "Fine, then."

He deeply regretted that the world of darts was missing a genius.

But respect for a brother’s preferences comes first.

After all, Feng Yi didn’t need to rely on this to make a living.

Setting darts aside, Feng Chi handed a cool bottle of fruit drink to Feng Yi.

These days, Feng Chi touched cigarettes and alcohol less often, keeping a more restrained lifestyle to maintain his on-camera appearance.

Seeing a bag on the table, Feng Chi picked it up and rummaged through it, "What’s this? Amulets? And salted duck eggs?"

"Yeah, picked them up while at an event in Rong City. The salted duck eggs are decent, brought you a few for porridge," said Feng Yi.

"You get me! I love these! Hey, the event you mentioned, is that the one where you splashed cash on stones at the auction?" Feng Chi asked.

That incident wasn’t a secret in certain circles; Feng Chi had seen it on social media.

"Didn’t expect you to like meteorites. Next time I hear about a meteorite deal, I’ll let you know."

Putting the bag aside, Feng Chi’s smile faded away.

After another sip of his drink, Feng Chi took out an invitation from a drawer and handed it to Feng Yi.

"A task from the old man."

Feng Yi thought: Figures.

Taking the invitation, he read the contents with some surprise:

"An ancestral worship ceremony?"

Feng Chi looked ready to complain, but didn’t seem to know where to start, "The new ancestral hall is finished, very grand. The family cemetery has been relocated, and the ancestral tablets have all been moved there; now it’s about ’announcing to the world’."

"Didn’t you say last time it might be done during the Ghost Festival?" Feng Yi asked.

"At first, that was the time everyone heard about, but then the old man consulted an expert to pick a different date, saying the Ghost Festival wasn’t suitable. The date they’ve chosen doesn’t seem much better to me. What if there’s a typhoon? Will the ceremony still happen?"

Feng Chi took another gulp of his drink and continued, "But I guess that expert must have consulted with meteorologists when picking the date. So, even if it won’t be sunny, at least it probably won’t pour. Anyway, the date is officially set, and the invitations have been sent out. The old man even set up a team to handle this, getting invitations out to relatives across the country and abroad as fast as possible. I had no idea we had so many relatives!"