Mated at First Sight
Chapter 939 - 617: Just Make It a Pair (Second Update)_2

Chapter 939: Chapter 617: Just Make It a Pair (Second Update)_2

It seemed... they had just forgotten something, and now they remembered what it was.

They were here to shoot! With a cold snort exchanged between them, they found each other’s presence mutually distasteful.

Next moment, with a light cough, they both reined in their expressions, their ferocity slowly transforming into faint embarrassment, "We’re still playing." They had forgotten they were in public.

How embarrassing.

Looking at the rows of balloons before them, yes, today they had come out especially for this.

Gong Yu looked down at the two little ones, "Nuonuo, Xiaoyue, which of you wants to go first?" Gong Yu remembered, although both were still young, it seemed they could both handle a toy gun.

"I don’t want to play," Xiaoyue shook her head, "Brother will do fine." She was specifically in charge of collecting toys.

Gong Yu nodded, then turned to the boss, "Boss, start me off with ten bullets." Saying so, he placed a red ’Grandpa Mao’ note before the boss, his action signaling a determination not to turn back.

"All right! One yuan a shot, that’s ten in total," the boss said excitedly, marveling to himself that this was the first time he’d seen such a young child wanting to shoot. Could he even handle the rifle? He was quite skeptical.

Yang Yuebin and the others behind him indicated that this time it seemed not to be the same boss lady as before; otherwise, seeing them, she wouldn’t have been so thrilled. Last time, they must have been put on the blacklist by the boss lady, right? Hadn’t she mentioned them to the boss?

They remembered that it had been about two months since they had been here last, but that was no excuse for such forgetfulness.

Ignoring the boss’s curious, or even doubtful, gaze, Nuonuo chose not to care.

Though young, who was Nuonuo? He was the child of the Jing family and Little Divine Doctor Mu. How could they be viewed as ordinary children! Soon, the boss would probably be crying tears.

Tsk tsk tsk... This was the perfect example of schadenfreude, wasn’t it?

Gazing around, Xiaoyue suddenly pointed at the half-human tall Pikachu in front and exclaimed, "Brother, I want that yellow mouse." It was so chubby and cute.

Cough cough cough... Clearly, she had never watched anime like Pokémon.

Who knew if Grandpa would allow them to watch it.

"Okay!" Nuonuo replied cheerfully, hoisting the butt of the gun onto his shoulder (there was no helping it, he was too short), his expression confident. He resembled a mini version of Jing Chen at this moment, squinting one eye as he aimed through the scope, looking every bit the professional, to the amazement of the onlookers.

Turning to look at the Pikachu, the boss then said to Xiaoyue, "For that plush, you need to hit it eighty-eight times." Although they didn’t have to be consecutive, hitting it eighty-eight times was still no easy feat; he thought about consoling Xiaoyue, "Little miss, that one’s a bit tough, how about you pick another?" If she played a lot, and chose something smaller, he wouldn’t mind giving it to her for free—after all, it was a child playing, and quite a young one at that.

The boss indicated that these few days, many people had taken a fancy to that Pikachu, but no one had been able to win it yet.

Because that Pikachu had made him a good amount of money, he had been reluctant to sell it even when people wanted to buy it.

Unfortunately, Xiaoyue was quite stubborn, "No, I want that one." Among all the choices, she had set her heart on that one, her determination evident as if she would not give up until she got it.

And she had confidence in her brother.

Gong Yu, "No problem, we’ll choose that one." Then turning to Nuonuo, "How about it? Do you have confidence?" The corners of her mouth lifted, and she mused that this was actually the first time she was witnessing Nuonuo play this game.

Nuonuo curled his lip, brimming with confidence, "No problem at all." Was it just eighty-eight shots? A hundred would be no issue; his gaze turned to Xiaoyue, "Yueyue, just wait; brother will win it for you straight away." His demeanour was quite proud and full of self-assurance.

That was right. Being a member of the Jing family meant being confident.

And then.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The first shot was to find the feel of it and, though it hit, the following nine shots almost never stopped, popping one balloon after another. His marksmanship was incredibly smooth, leaving the onlookers and those waiting to play the game, as well as the boss, stunned. Were they sure it was the little boy who had shot? Impossible!

It couldn’t be true! Surely they were seeing things! How could a little boy possess such high-caliber shooting skills? This was too much...

Even as it all unfolded before everyone’s eyes, endless numbers of people still couldn’t believe it. It was just too preposterous to accept.

After all, he was only a young child who looked to be three or four years old. How could he accomplish such a feat? They didn’t believe it!

Nuonuo had an indescribable sensitivity to guns.

After witnessing it, Grandpa Jing once said that Nuonuo was someone born to handle guns, or perhaps more accurately, he was born to be a sniper marksman.

In the family, even if it was just playing games, even if it was only toy guns, the performance of Nuonuo had surprised both Jing Chen and Mu Lin.

And Nuonuo himself had an obsession with guns that ordinary people found hard to understand. As soon as he touched a real gun, Nuonuo’s expression would instantly change.

The first time he saw it, even Grandpa Jing didn’t quite know how to express his feelings.

Everything happening before them was so magical.

"Boss, bullets," Nuonuo’s soft, squirming voice sounded beside the boss’s ear, it even took several calls for the boss to snap back to reality.

"Bullets," Nuonuo asserted, accustomed to such reactions around him, they couldn’t affect him at all. What’s more, not even a trace of conceit appeared on his little face.

Regaining his composure, the boss hurriedly delivered the bullets, looking at the small boy before him who wasn’t even as tall as the table, he was awestruck.