A flock of crows flew silently over Jun Wangchen's head, and silence settled around the entire stall.
Everyone stared in bewilderment at the ball falling from above Jun Wangchen's head.
Zi Hanyan's little face flushed red as she struggled not to laugh aloud.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I was just livening things up." Jun Wangchen rubbed his nose awkwardly, then tossed the ball into the air and leaped straight up, looming over the scene like dark clouds blotting out the sun.
Clearly, Jun Wangchen was getting serious this time. With this shot, surely...
"Smack!"
"Owww..."
The smack of the racket hitting something rang out alongside a scream. Jun Wangchen had swung too hard and, on the backswing, smacked himself with the racket.
"Pfft!"
This time, Zi Hanyan finally lost the battle. She covered her mouth and giggled.
She had never imagined that Jun Wangchen couldn't even swing a racket. This hardly matched the godlike young man she had pictured!
The spectators were all speechless. Some even covered their eyes; no one could bear to watch.
"Holy crap, brace yourselves..."
"I don't even hold my dick when I piss, but I've got to hand it to you!"
"Is this the legendary technique of flailing around like a fucking idiot?"
Jun Wangchen's two attempts had truly stunned the crowd. He wasn't here to knock down jars—he was here to throw his money away!
"That can't be right. With my superb skills, how could I miss the ball? Could the racket be the problem?" Jun Wangchen pretended to frown, considered it for a moment, then called to the stall owner beside him, "Boss, this racket has a mind of its own. Give me one that doesn't."
The stall owner burst out laughing too, casually handing Jun Wangchen another racket between chuckles.