Before the shooting stall at Jellyfish Amusement Park in Deep Blue Capital, Jing Liuli puffed out her cheeks and furiously squared off against the balloons at the stall.
Bang!
A plastic bullet from the toy gun grazed the edge of a pink balloon. With a "pat," it struck the wooden board behind it, bounced twice, and rolled to the owner's feet.
The stall owner was a bearded middle-aged man. Still holding a rabbit plushie he had just handed to another child as a prize, he saw Liuli angrily set down her gun on the counter and assumed she was sulking over missing the target. He quickly smiled and handed her a whole new box of plastic bullets.
"Don't rush, little miss. That last shot was only a hair away!"
"See? The bullseye is right there. Aim carefully, then pull the trigger. You'll definitely hit it!"
Faced with the shooting stall owner's kind reassurance, Jing Liuli silently accepted the bullets.
Yet whether the plastic bullets were too soft or Jing Liuli was too strong, quite a few of the bullets she had just taken out had become misshapen.
She lowered her head to reload, but out of the corner of her eye, she secretly glanced toward Tiandao and Caroline, who were whispering together on a long bench not far away.
Their heads were close together, and she had no idea what they were quietly talking about. Every now and then, soft laughter drifted over.
Jing Liuli could not help letting out a muffled huff, her cheeks swelling until they were nearly balloons themselves.
She had deliberately walked so slowly just now, yet neither of them had come after her to coax her!
Tiandao, that big bad guy, was one thing—but what was up with Sister Caroline? Had Tiandao led her astray