"Yeah, right, have you ever seen President Jing interested in women before?"
"Hey, hey? This explanation seems even more reasonable?"
"..."
Oh no, what a mess!
In an instant, the dart-throwing area cleared out a large space, and the employees who had been surrounding it didn't leave but instead stared at the two people in the field with wide-eyed gossip-filled glances.
Mom, I'm witnessing history!
The two parties involved seemed to have long been immune to such gazes, and, without changing their facial expressions, they took ten darts from the staff. Jing Yu's slender fingers pinched one of them, casually glanced at the target five meters away, and threw it.
"Beep—"
"Beep—"
"Beep—"
With rhythmic sounds one after another, everyone's gazes gradually shifted from Jing Yu's body to the bullseye not far away...
"Holy shit!"
"When did this happen?"
"What did I just see?!"
"All bullseyes?!"
"How did ten darts all bunch up together like that?!"
