"I want you even if you were ugly, okay?"
"I won't! I won't be ugly!"
Being held in Emmett's embrace, Elaine kicked her legs flirtatiously.
Many couples were watching them with envy.
"See? Her boyfriend is so strong. He has been carrying her like that for a long way!"
A girl reminded her boyfriend sourly.
The boyfriend sneered,
"Well, have you seen how skinny his girlfriend is? Look at yourself! Your leg is wider than her waist! If
you're as skinny as her, I can carry you!"
The woman was immediately red with shame and indignation.
"What did you say! How dare you call me fat! That's what you think? So you think less of me already!"
Because of jealousy, a fight was inevitable.
There was a stall in front of them offering balloons popping games with an airsoft gun. Elaine shook her
hand and shouted,
"I want that airsoft gun! I've long wanted that! Airsoft gun!"
Emmett's eyes narrowed. He glanced at the shoddy airsoft gun and muttered to himself,
"You call that thing a gun?"
...
At first glance, it was a very poor-quality gun. It was even tampered with. Its scope was tilted, rotten,
and shabby.
It was nothing compared to the guns he used.
Emmett wondered if Elaine found out that her man always had a gun with him and treated it like a toy,
would she be scared out of her wits.
"How much for one round?" Elaine asked the stall owner excitedly.
"Five for ten shots. If you hit ten shots in a row, you'll receive a reward of ten yuan."
"Is that so? If that's the case, I'd try my best to see if I can hit ten shots in a row!"
Elaine sat down confidently and rubbed her hands happily.
Emmett stood beside her without saying anything.
The stall owner taught Elaine how to hold the gun. He pointed at the small balloons opposite them and
said,
"Come on, focus. Maybe you can earn some money!"
Elaine held the gun clumsily, her eyes wide open. But she started to bluffing,
"Hey, keep an eye on me. See how I hit ten balloons in a row!"
Standing beside, the stall owner grinned.
'Ten balloons in a row? Try all you want...'
Emmett could not help but knock on Elaine's head and sigh,
"Come on, would you close one eye first? Have you ever seen a shooter shooting with both eyes
open? How could you aim with both eyes?"
Well...
'Is that so? To shoot, you need to close one eye!'
Elaine closed her left eye immediately. She kept changing her positions and hesitating for a while
before finally sending out a bullet.
Whoosh!
"Did I hit it?" Elaine asked at once.
Emmett's nose twitched. "Did you hear any balloon explode?"
Elaine frowned, "I guess not."
"So that's it."
The stall owner said with a smile,
"It's alright, it's alright. Many young ladies fail to hit the target. Try again."
Elaine fired a few more shots and missed all!
After running out ten bullets, she found herself hit two balloons in total.
How she successfully hit the two was ridiculous.
Elaine hit them all by accident.
...
She was aiming at the left, but the balloons exploded were on the far right...
What kind of aiming was that?
She guessed if she were to shoot an elephant a meter in front of her, she would have missed it, too.
"Ah, how come I kept missing it? It's so frustrating! I'm so frustrated!"
Elaine patted the table and shouted.
Emmett sighed and touched Elaine's head.
"Alright, I'll do it."
Elaine curled her lips and raised her chin. "Even you can't hit it!" She let out a snort.
The owner had a cunning smile on his face.
Emmett picked up the light gun and almost burst out laughing.
As the young master of ZH Clan, he had been dealing with guns and ammunition so frequently that he
was almost an expert. And now he was here fiddling with an airsoft gun?
Emmett stood still. Without even bothering to aim, he fired off ten bullets in one go.
He did it so fast that it was dazzling.
Even the owner was staring straight at him.
"Count how many balloons have exploded." Emmett smiled and looked at Elaine.
Elaine was counting already. "One, two, three..."
"Wow! No way! Ten? You popped ten balloons? Ten shots in a row!"
Elaine looked up at Emmett, appalled.
Bad-bear Smith was no ordinary human.
How could he do that?
He shot so fast, yet... He hit all the targets.
The smile on the stall owner's face disappeared immediately and he looked pale.
It was obvious that he got an expert today!
Even though it was a tempered airsoft gun, he handled it so well...
'I'm screwed...'
'It's not my day today.'
Frustrated by Elaine, Emmett ground his teeth and managed,
"Silly girl! Can't you see what shape those exploded balloons made?"
'Silly. She even needs me to remind her...'
Ah...
Only then did Elaine pay attention to it...
It was a heart shape... The balloon Emmett had popped just happened to form a very precise heart
shape...
Wow... Elaine covered her mouth and took a deep breath.
...
"You're amazing..."
Defeated, Emmett laughed. He put down the gun and pinched Elaine's cheeks. He said,
"That's not the point. You silly, a heart... What does heart shape mean? You don't understand?"
Only then did Elaine figure it out. Her face turned red. She stole a glance at Emmett quickly.
Emmett was a little self-conscious, too.
Hearts meant love.
Was Bad-bear Smith trying to tell her that he loved her by making the heart shape?
Elaine's heart skipped a beat.
But soon, she ordered herself not to be influenced by Bad-bear Smith.
'Elaine, come on. Haven't you made up your mind to get over Bad-bear Smith?'
'Get over him!'
'Why are you here acting like a teenage girl!'
"Eh? There's the game of throwing sandbags! Let's go."
Elaine changed the topic.
Emmett narrowed his eyes. He snorted inwardly. She actually avoided his confession.
The rule of the sandbag game was that the players would get a puppet if they hit ten targets in a row.
Elaine cast ten sandbags and was sad to find that she had just hit three.
She pouted and complained, "It's so annoying... I was sure I wouldn't miss it."
Emmett glanced at her but did not comment.
Finally, Elaine gave in. She shook Emmett's arm like a puppy wagging its tail.
"Would you do it? You'll make it..."
Emmett coldly let out noise from his nose. "Why should I do it? I've made heart shape just now and
someone ignored it."
Elaine wanted to roll her eyes.
'So what if he's super handsome? He's simply a petty fellow!'
"Alright, alright, I see. Heart shape, it's very touching. Please, just once, would you, please?"
Emmett wanted to laugh but he didn't. He squatted down and pointed at his face with his slender finger.
Cheeks bulged, Elaine narrowed her eyes.
'Huh! Jerk! I was just asking him to do the sandbag game, and he took that opportunity to take
advantage of me!'
'Damn it!'
'Forget it. I'm not sinking to his level. To get the little puppet...'
...
She gave in!
Elaine took a quick glance around to see if someone was watching them before steeling herself to plant
a kiss on Emmett's face.
Only then did Emmett curled his lips and let out a chuckle.
"Watch, your husband is presenting you with a wonderful performance."
He boasted and lifted his eyebrows flirtatiously at Elaine.
Elaine curled her lips inwardly.
What husband? He was so brazen!
Emmett held a small basket in one hand and a sandbag in the other...
Swoosh...
Again, he moved swiftly...
"Oh my!" The young stall owner cried out in surprise, his eyes widened. He was dumbfounded.
An entire row of puppets on his counter fell!
He counted and found that there were exactly ten!
Amazing!
This tall, mighty man with a baseball cap and sunglasses was so unbelievable!
Applause broke out!
A group of children was applauding Emmett.
Smug, Emmett patted his hands and looked at Elaine proudly.
"How is it, wife?"
'Nonsense! Who's your wife!'
Elaine yelled inwardly. She could not deny anything in front of so many people. So she curled her lips
into a stiff smile,
"You're always this incredible!"
Elaine glared at the clapping kids.
Damn it, when did these kids pop out? Did they see her when she kissed Bad-bear Smith just now?
As she had wished, Elaine held a little puppet in her arms and walked away triumphantly.
Emmett stared at Elaine, who had been fiddling with the little puppet and giggling, and was touched
suddenly.
"Wow, a photo booth! There was a photo booth! Let's head there?"
Elaine subconsciously rushed over.
There was a photo booth at the gate of Elaine's school. She used to go with her female friends and
take pictures. They made all sorts of funny faces and laughed loudly.
Elaine rushed to the machine and froze again.
...
What was she doing?
She was inviting Bad-bear Smith to take pictures with her?
Was she insane?
Could she be any stupider?
Elaine drew her shoes together, her head down as she muttered, "Forget it. We're not taking pictures."
Emmett frowned, "Why not?"
'Why? We've broken up. I've gotten over you. Why should we take pictures? What is that?'
Elaine said in a low voice, "I just don't want to do it anyway."
Emmett was clever enough. He thought for a short while and understood the reason. He sneered and
said,
"Elaine, you want to stay away from me? If I don't agree with that, we will be together! Come, take
pictures with me. I want to do it!"
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