Although Sanada Sasuke is always naughty and annoying his uncle, he is also a very polite child outside.

Some things cultivated by the family are engraved in the bones.

"Good evening, Yukimura-nii."

Sanada Sasuke said obediently: "Hello, Brother Atobe, I am Sanada Sasuke, I am 8 years old, and I am studying in Class B, Grade 2 of Kanagawa Elementary School."

When the owner of the game stall saw that there were new customers coming, and that they were acquainted with the uncle and nephew, his eyes shone with money.

"Guest, do you want to play this game first? Do your friends want to try it too?"

Genichirō Sanada was about to refuse.

However, Atobe Kagemitsu stepped forward and said, "Give me a hand."

He was just about to take out his wallet when Yukimura Seiichi beside him had already paid with a smile.

"Let's play."

Jing Guang looked at Jing Shi and did not argue with him about who would pay. He had gotten used to it along the way. At worst, he could just treat Jing Shi to a meal tomorrow.

He glanced at the gun his boss handed him, raised the gun and aimed it through the scope.

I understand it in my heart.

The scope was tampered with and is slightly offset.

He aimed at the first balloon hanging on the board and shot.

The shift is 9.4 degrees to the left.

The second shot, the third shot...

Basically every shot hits the target.

The prize that Sanada Sasuke had his eyes on was the most expensive special prize in the game, which required that not a single balloon fall, and only then could he choose any prize from the entire audience.

Jingguang felt relieved.

Seeing that he was not going to give up, Yukimura Seiichi continued to pay.

Jingshi looked so professional when he picked up the gun, just like in TV.

However, Jing Guang didn't play around in such small places. He usually played with guns in professional shooting ranges. He had no idea.

It was not until Yukimura Seiichi paid the money that the boss handed him a new gun.

Jingguang was silent for a moment. He had never expected that he would have to change guns midway.

This time, he was much more cautious.

He raised his head and placed his thumb on the tip of the gun. The three points formed a straight line to determine the offset angle of the scope. The boss nervously reminded him, "You can't dismantle my gun."

He could naturally see that the young man in front of him seemed to have some professional knowledge.

Jingguang glanced at him, gave up the idea of ​​moving the scope, and aimed the scope at the balloon.

Tilt the muzzle slightly to the lower right corner.

Then bang, bang, bang—

Continuous shooting.

30 shots, every shot hit the target.

“Wow—”

"Great job, young man!"

Many people had gathered around without knowing when, originally attracted by Yukimura and Kagemitsu's faces.

At this moment, he could not help but be amazed at the boy's marksmanship.

Many people began to applaud, and some whistled and gave thumbs up.

Yukimura Seiichi smiled and thanked everyone, while Kagemitsu walked up to Sanada Sasuke, whose eyes were shining, and squatted down slightly, looking at the child straight in the eye.

"You choose."

"Can I?"

The boy's eyes were full of excitement, but his good upbringing and common sense stopped him. He looked at Sanada Genichirō.

You must first obtain the consent of your elders.

Jingguang looked at Sanada, lowered his head and raised it again, and they looked at each other in silence.

Sanada was hesitating. This was the gun that Jingguang shot with the money paid by Jingichi. How could he let Sasuke choose?

Seeing Jingguang's pleading gaze, Yukimura Seiichi stepped forward and said, "Boss, give us the prize. We want the one this kid wants."

The boss had a bitter face and a very ugly smile. He couldn't go back on his word in front of everyone, otherwise he would be unable to do business.

In my heart, I was crying: What a loss! Woo woo woo!

If I had known this earlier, I would not have let this young man try.

Why do you keep talking such a stinky mouth of mine?

TAT!