Chapter 222: Balloon Popping

The owner of the balloon-popping stall was an enthusiastic middle-aged man; seeing Ling Wu and Jin Shaoyu walk over, he first gave a hearty laugh, then handed over a toy gun: "Two young men, want to give it a try?"

"Let's try."

Jin Shaoyu took the gun first; compared to a real gun, this toy gun was much lighter, and as he gripped the handle, he thought of how he was when he was little, a sense of excitement welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, I want that one." Jin Shaoyu nudged him with his shoulder.

Ling Wu looked in the direction he was pointing, then took his hand out of his pocket and, pointing at the super-sized penguin plushie at the very top of the prizes, said: "Boss, how does one win that?"

The boss said: "Hit 15 shots or more out of 20, and you can take it."

Jin Shaoyu pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the boss.

"Alrighty."

The boss took the money and retrieved bullets for them from a bag underneath.

With Ling Wu's marksmanship, coming to a balloon-popping stall like this felt a bit like a max-level veteran slaughtering a newbie village, or using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken.

Ling Wu took the gun from Jin Shaoyu's hand, adjusted his stance, legs slightly apart, held the gun body steadily with his left hand, placed his index finger on the trigger, and aimed at a conspicuous green balloon.

With a "Bang" sound, the bullet whistled out, and the balloon burst in response.

Jin Shaoyu had long since passed the age of liking toys; what he cherished was the time spent alone with Ling Wu. He still stared intently at Ling Wu's profile, just as he had worshipped his brother when he was little; the surrounding noise seemed to have been muted, and the world was left with only the two of them...

The expression on his face turned very soft.

Ling Wu adjusted the sights and aimed again.

He did it with ease, his arm strength very steady, and in a matter of seconds, he had popped another 3 balloons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After several rapid shots, every one of them hit its mark.

Fragments of the bursting balloons drifted down, and small cheers rang out in front of the stall.

A few little boys gathered around one after another, hugging Ling Wu's thighs, lifting their chubby little faces, and looking at him with eyes as bright as grapes: "Brother, Brother, you're so amazing!"

Ling Wu was completely charmed by them, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he leaned down to pinch their little faces one by one.

Jin Shaoyu turned back while holding that super-sized penguin from the boss, and what he saw was this scene of Ling Wu becoming the "king of the kids."

He stood petrified to the side with black lines on his forehead, like an old man on the verge of death...

"Go, go, go, where did you kids come from? Don't get your snot on my brother." Jin Shaoyu deliberately made a fierce expression to scare them, saying jealously: "This is my brother, my own brother."

Ling Wu tugged at his sleeve: "Shao Yu, don't talk like that."

The little boys, however, had expressions that said, "Ew, you?"

Jin Shaoyu held his breath, and before leaving with Ling Wu, he shook the penguin plushie in a very nasty way, feeling a sense of accomplishment, then said refreshed: "None of you have one, do you?"

With a light step, he forcefully took Ling Wu's arm under the envious gazes of the crowd of children and dragged him away...

Ling Wu blinked his eyes, feeling quite baffled: "?"

How did it suddenly become like this?

A few seconds later, loud wails erupted in unison from the balloon-popping stall behind them.

Jin Shaoyu heard it and felt satisfied.