"Don't you know that actors make a living based on their looks?" Although she smiled, there was no smile in her eyes. Her cold gaze was fixed on the dark figure behind the bed curtains.
The extra who had been assigned there quickly stepped forward to apologize, "I'm sorry, I..."
"What task do I need to complete to obtain the information you have?" An Ning interrupted him, a hint of embarrassment on her face. She lowered her head and said, "Throw darts at balloons. Hit ten balloons in a row."
After he finished speaking, he gestured for An Ning and Ji Yan to look towards the door. Sure enough, they saw the balloon wall not far away.
"Is a fruit knife okay?"
The man was puzzled. "What fruit knife?"
"Is it okay to stab the balloon with a fruit knife?"
It was Anning who spoke.
Her eyes were fixed on the balloon wall outside the door, and a faint smile played on her lips.
The man then came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Yes, you can, as long as you can pop ten balloons in a row."
Three minutes later, the man cobbled together ten fruit knives for Anning. The gleaming fruit knives were neatly arranged on a simple wooden table, and Anning stood in front of the table, holding the fruit knives the man had found. Without any warning, she raised her hand and threw one of the knives at the wall of balloons.
"Smack—"
A blue balloon died at Anning's hands.
Without any pause, Anning grabbed a fruit knife and threw it at the balloon wall in front of her.
The distance of three meters seemed close enough to her, and the sound of balloons exploding was incessant. In just a few breaths, the ten fruit knives on the wooden table had completely disappeared, and when she looked up, she saw ten fruit knives neatly stuck in the balloon wall.
"Sigh, every single one of them is a hit." An Ning tossed out the last fruit knife and couldn't help but sigh.
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