"Damn, what kind of crappy gun is this? I can't hit anything with it!"
In front of the shooting game stall, the black and white lady, cursing, tossed aside the empty toy gun and reached out to the boy next to her, "Give it to me!"
The boy stared, mouth agape, at this bad-tempered, even worse-skilled older sister. The word "no" was clearly stuck in his throat, but he couldn't get it out, so he reluctantly handed over the toy gun he was holding.
The stall owner hesitated to say anything. After all, this black and white lady wouldn't pay a single coin, just playing with toy guns bought by little kids. In just a little while, a dozen kids had fallen victim. But since the kids didn't dare to resist, others assumed the lady was acquainted with the children and refrained from saying anything.
Instead, such a lousy player's presence sparked a competitive spirit among onlookers, everyone thinking, "I could definitely hit the target if it were me"—and indeed, they could.
