Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The stall owner said hurriedly, âItâs normal for girls to miss a lot. Let your boyfriend shoot instead; who knows if heâll hit enough to win something the next round. Itâs actually not as hard as you think. Maybe the gun has a problem; Iâll change it for you.â
He tried to take away the gun as he said, intending to switch it out for a gun with a better aim.
âThereâs no need to,â Yin Shaojie said. He took out another large bill from his wallet and gave it to the owner. âThereâs no need to change the gun. Just refilling the bullets will do.â
The stall owner was in a dilemma. âAre you sure? Your aim may improve if the gun is switched. The problem may lie with the feel of the gun sometimes.â
âYeah, itâs okay. Thereâs no need.â Yin Shaojie looked nonchalant.
Unable to argue back, the stall owner could only refill his bullets.
Yin Shaojie took up the gun and extended his arm. His dark eyes looked ahead as though he was trying to find his aim.
Mu Xiaoxiao didnât understand the purpose of his actions. She didnât realize that his posture was accurate, only thinking that his stance while holding the gun was very dashing, and she couldnât help but feel some momentary infatuation.
She encouraged him, saying, âAll the best!â
Anyway, it only cost 50 dollars per round if they lost. Since they were out here to play, it was okay if they spent some money.
Yin Shaojie smiled at her, but he broke his stance. He looked at her and said, âWhy not make a bet to motivate me?â
âA bet?â Mu Xiaoxiao didnât realize that she had already been caught in a particular demonâs trap.
Yin Shaojie nodded as he smiled and explained, âIsnât it more interesting if we make a bet?â
âWhat do you want to bet then?â
Mu Xiaoxiao thought that this sounded fun and fell into the trap.
Yin Shaojie pretended to think for a while before saying, âIf weâre going to bet, weâll have to bet on something valuable. How about this: If I can win the plushie you want in ten rounds, youâll have to comply with an order from me. If I canât win in ten rounds, Iâll have to listen to an order from you. Deal?â
Mu Xiaoxiao did have some caution and wondered if he was trying to trick her.
However, he had said that he would need ten rounds. Didnât that mean that he wasnât very confident?
If he was confident of getting hits, he would have said one round, not ten with that pride of this.
Mu Xiaoxiaoâs eyes flashed cunningly, and she accepted the gamble.
She replied, âOkay! Iâll bet with you!â
She thought, âItâll be interesting to order the Great Master Yin to do something he doesnât like to do, right? Heheh!â
Yin Shaojie extended his pinky in front of her. âPinky promise.â
Mu Xiaoxiao was amused as she said, âPinky promise? We arenât kindergarten kids.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
However, she still smiled as she hooked her pinky with his.
After the ritual was complete, a darkness flashed into Yin Shaojieâs eyes.
âWeâve pinky promised. If you lose, you canât turn back on your promise.â
He had only done it so that she wouldnât be able to turn back on her word. Even though it was childish, so be it.
Mu Xiaoxiao snorted as she challenged, âYou might not win, so itâs you who shouldnât break your promise!â
The gears in her little brain had already started to turn.
What command should she give him after she won?
Heheheh!
Yin Shaojie smiled. âDo you wish for me to lose? Donât you want the strawberry plushie anymore?
Mu Xiaoxiao spread her hands out. âI think itâs more important for me to win now. Hurry up and begin!â
If she won, she could give him an order. This was so much more fun than getting a strawberry plushie!