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Chen Xu estimated that the dartboard was about fifty centimeters in diameter. The area he needed to hit was less than one percent of its size, probably smaller than a bottle cap.
He aimed briefly, then threw the dart in his hand.
Holding the phone, Dai Zixin's heart was in her throat as she filmed. She saw the dart with the red tail firmly embed itself in the triple scoring area of the twenty-point zone and excitedly shouted, "Hit it, hit it—"
After shouting a few times, she remembered she was live streaming and pointed the camera at herself, "Did you see that? It hit."
"The host's camera is shaking so much I couldn't see anything."
"Doesn't count, doesn't count."
"Right, couldn't see it. Who knows if you stuck it in there by hand while we weren't looking? Do it again."
Soon, there was a flood of messages, "Do it again..."
Dai Zixin argued, "He clearly hit it; I saw it with my own eyes."
