I remember when Qiao Ran threw darts at the Royal Club, he played DOUBLE, which was much more difficult than throwing hearts.
Of course, compared to Qiao Ran's boomerang's precise technique, it can scratch the enemy's neck, and the depth is just right. It will not kill the opponent, but also makes the opponent lose the ability to attack. Ordinary darts are just a small game.
But the child in front of me, who looked only three or four years old, could throw darts with such accuracy.
This is absolute shooting genius!
The genius among geniuses.
After Qiao Ze'an finished throwing the darts, he raised his proud chin, with a proud look on his delicate and handsome face.
He was surrounded by little girls, all of them clapped their hands and shouted excitedly, their big eyes flashing with admiration, "So awesome, so handsome. I like you."
One of the most beautiful girls, who had the temperament of a cover model since she was a child, stepped forward and took Qiao Ze'an's arm, "Let's go, come play with me."
Qiao Ze'an's little brows furrowed. They were so boring. They were a bunch of old kids with low IQs. They were all so childish that they didn't know anything.
"Hmph. Don't you just know how to play darts?" The eight-year-old boy was sour. The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became. He stepped forward and pulled the most beautiful little girl away, "You just promised to play with me."
"No, I don't want it. I want to play with him." The most beautiful little girl pointed at Qiao Ze'an, pursed her pink lips, and said in a milky voice.
"No. I'm going to teach him a lesson today." The eight-year-old boy stepped forward and grabbed Qiao Ze'an, "Don't go, you have the guts to compete with me in karate!" He has been practicing karate for several years. I don't believe he can still lose to this three-year-old boy.
A little baby of many years old.
The eight-year-old boy raised his hand and was about to hit Qiao Ze'an.
Suddenly his hand was held tightly by someone, unable to move.
The eight-year-old boy turned around and said angrily, "Who dares to stop this young master?"
Zuo Chenye held his hand tightly, and the light in his cold eyes made people shudder.
"Children, you can't bully children younger than you. You are much older than him, so it's not fair to fight." The other party is only a child after all, and his tone is already gentle.
After saying that, he let go of his hand.
The eight-year-old boy's face turned red. When he saw Zuo Chenye let go of his hand, he turned around and ran away.
Qiao Ze'an looked at the eight-year-old boy who fled in defeat and shrugged, looking indifferent.
At the same time, he also declined invitations from other girls to play with him.
"I'm not going to play house. You go play on your own."
Zuo Chenye watched from the side and asked him jokingly, "Boy, I helped you just now. You didn't even say thank you."
"I didn't ask you to help me, it was your own choice." Qiao Ze'an glanced sideways at Zuo Chenye and recognized him as the man who bullied Mommy at the airport. He immediately lost his good temper.
"You." Zuo Chenye was speechless. This kid has a bad temper.
"Since you accepted the help, you should say thank you." Zuo Chenye lightly tapped his forehead.
Qiao Ze'an was even more unhappy, "Since you chose to help others, you shouldn't have wanted to repay others and ask others to say thank you."
Zuo Chenye simply didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He lifted his chin. This child was so interesting. He spoke like an adult and had a cold and arrogant temperament, just like when he was a child.
Of course, being eloquent is not like me.
On the contrary, it looks very much like... Qiao Ran!
"Boy, you are so good at darts, who taught you?" Zuo Chenye asked tentatively. Having such a talent at just over three years old must come from genetics.
"Mommy. Mommy is awesome..." Qiao Ze'an suddenly stopped mid-sentence and stopped talking.