Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches-Chapter 255Vol. 1 - - In turmoil

The two walked along the street. Although they'd already had dinner, the street snacks on the side were still incredibly tempting.

There were also vendors hosting small activities—goldfish scooping, balloon shooting, ring toss—those kinds of simple money-making games that always attracted crowds.

Many parents stood nearby with their children, letting them play. It was a small but undeniable joy.

"HuMing, so you're living here now?"

"Yeah, and also studying at your school's rival, JingDu II."

They stopped at a balloon shooting stall just as a couple was leaving. The vendor, rubbing his hands together, eagerly approached them.

"Would you like to try shooting balloons? Twenty shots—hit fifteen to win the grand prize."

Before the vendor finished speaking, a man at the neighboring stall set down his air rifle with a long sigh, frustration written all over his face.

His girlfriend nudged him, her voice puzzled.

"Seriously? You've spent more than seventy bucks and haven't won anything?"

"This time for sure!"

"You've said that several times already."

HuMing listened to their exchange with a knowing look. The vendor had definitely tampered with the guns—no doubt about it.

Ye QiuXue tugged at HuMing's sleeve.

"Forget it, HuMing. We'd be better off spending that money on food."

She could tell he was tempted, but the couple's grumbling made the scam obvious. Besides, losing seventy bucks with no prize? That had scam written all over it.

"Don't trust me?"

HuMing raised an eyebrow, already reaching for the rifle.

The man who had been playing glanced over, pausing to watch.

Before HuMing could fire, the vendor clamped a hand over the barrel.

"Pay first, handsome."

"President, spot me for now. I won't let you lose."

Ye QiuXue's eyes flickered, momentarily dazed by how confidently he said that. Somehow, the way he spoke made her forget any objections. Still, if HuMing didn't win, she'd definitely drag him away before he wasted too much.

After Ye QiuXue scanned the payment code, the vendor's grin returned as he stood to the side.

This stall hadn't been open long, but there were always challengers. Almost no one ever won the grand prize. The rifles had been subtly adjusted—just enough that most wouldn't notice.

Even if someone did, there was no way to call the vendor out. Missing the shot just meant they weren't good enough, right?

HuMing lifted the air rifle, merging with the weapon. He held his breath. The balloons through the scope became crystal clear. The world around him faded away until all he could hear was the steady thump of his own heartbeat.

He pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed—yet the balloon remained intact.

Ye QiuXue pursed her lips, as if she'd already anticipated the result.

The man beside them chuckled, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

"See? It's not just me. I hit seven—that's already impressive."

"Pfft, he's only on his first shot."

"Just watch. This game isn't that easy."

HuMing fired again.

Pop.

One balloon burst and dropped to the ground.

The chatter died down as heads turned toward him.

Without waiting for anyone's reaction, HuMing squeezed the trigger again. Shot after shot, the balloons began to disappear. Unlike the man before him, HuMing didn't miss a single shot after the first.

The vendor's smile faded. His brow furrowed, and tension crept into his eyes.

Fourteen balloons down. One more would win the grand prize.

The vendor sat down, arms crossed, his earlier enthusiasm gone.

HuMing glanced at the speechless couple beside him, then turned to Ye QiuXue.

"President, why don't you try a few shots?"

"Huh? Me? I've never played before..."

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Ye QiuXue had seen them before, but she'd never played something like this—after all, more than ten bucks per round was way too expensive.

"No problem, I'll help you."

Ye QiuXue took the gun from HuMing's hand, and he reached out to guide her hand, teaching her the proper way to hold the gun step by step.

At this moment, the two of them were very close. Ye QiuXue could feel the warmth of HuMing's palm against the back of her hand, while his voice echoed softly beside her ear.

"The gun's rigged. Aim a little higher and to the right."

Ye QiuXue's body tensed. She bit her lip, eyes through the scope, and fired.

The bullet missed.

"I..." Ye QiuXue stammered nervously.

She genuinely wanted to hit the balloon, but HuMing was standing too close. She couldn't even focus, let alone with his hand wrapped around hers — the posture was far too much like a couple's intimate gesture.

"It's fine. Four shots left. Don't worry."

His gentle tone made him sound like he was coaxing a child.

Ye QiuXue silently swallowed, her gaze refocusing through the magnifying scope.

She pressed her lips together, quickly locking onto her target and pulling the trigger again.

But this time, she missed once more.

"I give up! You do it!"

Ye QiuXue handed the air rifle back to HuMing, biting her lip, clearly displeased with herself.

HuMing held the rifle in his hands, gazing at Ye QiuXue with a serious expression.

"Ye QiuXue, are you really giving up already? That’s not the girl I know."

"But I'm not good at this..."

"Learning comes at a cost. Failing once or twice doesn't mean you should give up."

‘But you're holding my hand! How am I supposed to focus?!’

Ye QiuXue screamed inwardly.

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