On the street, a small dart throwing stall.
Lin Lu just stood there amid sighs of frustration, helplessly watching as Cheng Zhu threw a dart that hit her target.
The score of the dart wasn't high, only the fourth ring, which showed that his skills weren't really that great.
But that didn't matter anymore, did it.
Only a fool would focus solely on scoring high at a time like this. Even if you hit a high score, what then?
Could scoring on the target really score points in her heart?
The stall's owner was a middle-aged uncle.
To be precise, with this kind of stall, and also those that involved throwing rings to win dolls, it seemed that the owners were mostly uncles.
Cheng Zhu's languid "aiyo, I missed" was also overheard by him.
However, the difference was that Lin Lu's attention had just been entirely on her own target, seriously calculating her total score.
