NovelEnglishHe thought of not going, but then he thought, if she met the younger Mr. Walsh again tonight, he might give her a hard tand
he was afraid she could not handle it. So he better go and keep an eye on her.
He then drove alone to the International Exhibition Center.
Because he clate, the buffet banquet had already started, and people had been gathering up, clinking glasses, and chatting.
He scanned around and didn't see any sign of her. She might have been talking and drinking somewhere.
"Wow. So good! So awesome!"
The cheers and clapping sounded continuously.
His attention was drawn to a group of children. In a corner of the hall, there was a small playground. In the playground, there were
slides, blocks, and all sorts of handmade toys, but what really caught his attention was the dart board hanging on the wall.
Luther's eyes narrowed slightly.
He seemed to see a familiar figure. It was the pretty-looking little boy he saw at the airport last time!
Two days ago, this little boy hit him in the arm with a slingshot in the airport. It left quite an impression on him.
Today, the little boy seemed to be playing darts with a large circle of children around him.
Luther stopped in his tracks. The kid had completely drawn his attention, and he could not help but walk towards the playground.
Anderson had been in the playground for a while and felt a little bored.
When he found sdarts in the playground, he could not help but get his hand on it. These were just smagnetic darts and
could hardly harm anyone.
He picked up a dart and threw it casually at the board and it hit the bullseye directly
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Wow, that's great!" A delicate cute girl leaped and shouted with joy beside him, clapping her hands all the time.
Another boy, who appeared to be about eight years old, expressed his displeasure, "What the heck, it's a trick for kids. Anyone can
just hit the bullseye." Sure, the boy in front of him looked like he was only three years old, so how could he be so good?
Anderson gave a disdainful look, "Then show us."
He handed the darts in his hand to the eight year old boy.
"Sure." The eight-year-old boy took the darts from his hand.
Aiming at the bullseye, the eight-year-old boy squinted, aimed carefully, and then threw it.
Alas, not to mention the bullseye, the dart did not even make it to the board.
"It doesn’t count. My hand just slipped.” The eight-year-old boy yelled, and then he grabbed all the remaining darts from
Anderson's hand. One by one, he threw them all, but none of them made it to the board.
The eight-year-old boy was dumbfounded.
How could that be? He missed it every time? But it seemed so easy when he just watched that little kid throwing darts.
"Tsk, you just can’t do it." The delicate cute girl made faces at the eight-year-old boy.
The eight-year-old boy could not bear the embarrassment and argued loudly, "He just had sgood luck. It's no big deal."
"Good luck?" Anderson's desire to win cup, and he took all the darts from the eight-year-old boy's hands.
"Open your eyes and see clearly. Is it luck or not?! I'll take a few more steps back."
After that, Anderson took a few steps back, picked up the darts in his hand, and threw one after another.
They all just hit the bullseye.
Awesome!
Perfect!
Genius!
At this moment, Luther was almost stunned, and he instantly thought about how Joyce was throwing darts at Imperiana.
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