Chapter 1823: Top Prize

Chapter 1823: Top Prize

On the other side, not far from the haunted house.

Fair looked left and right at the coming and going crowds, spaced out.

Just then Justin came over with an ice cream for her, chocolate chip

cookie dough flavored, topped with crushed peanuts.

He handed it to Fair and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fair shook her head. "I seemed to glimpse a familiar figure just now.

But there's so many people, I probably saw wrong."

More and more people gathered around the haunted house, it was the

busiest time at the amusement park. With her height she basically

couldn't see anything beyond three meters.

Justin smiled. "It's your first time in Khebury. How could you run into

someone you know? Eat your ice cream before it melts.”

"Okay." Fair accepted the ice cream and took a big satisfying bite.

"So delicious, thank you Uncle Henderson.” She smiled, revealing two

cute dimples. Although Justin had adopted her and gone through the

formal procedures, they had agreed privately that she would still call

him uncle.

"Having fun? It's about time we get going. I just came back to Khebury

temporarily today to take care of some things. We need to catch the

evening flight back to Mufron.” Justin reminded.

"Uncle Henderson, I've had lots of fun, thank you. I'm really happy.”

Fair was very sensible. Having the carefree life she did now was

already a blessing from heaven.

From birth she had never received warmth from elders, never had

company, never received a single word of true care, never received a

real education.

She looked down at the exquisite, high-end pink dress she wore, the

soft patent leather shoes, the name brand bag on her shoulder, and the

latest high-tech phone that belonged to her.

She had gone from a helpless orphan to a refined little lady.

All this was bestowed upon her by Justin.

“Let's go." Justin smiled gently at Fair. Their elegant figures left the

amusement park.

Fair skipped along behind him, occasionally glancing back. How

strange, she really seemed to have seen Anderson just now. She

pouted, it must have been her longing creating illusions.

But it was fine. She had new motivation now.

She would be the best version of herself and one day stand before

Anderson again with a brand new image.

They gradually went further away.

On Anderson's side, Joyce had brought him to the shooting games.

The air guns at the amusement park were suitable for little kids, not real

shooting ranges. Huge boards were covered in all kinds of colorful

balloons. The rules were simple - pop thirty balloons to get the top prize

of a huge stuffed animal. Next were the first, second, third prizes, and

participation prize.

After Luther paid, Joyce personally chose a gun.

She tested the aim and found one with minimal deviation, handing it to

Anderson.

A nearby parent who had brought his around ten-year-old to play saw

Anderson holding the gun and couldn't help laughing. "Oh dear, isn't he

too young? His little hands probably can't even pull the trigger.”

Another person said, "Just for fun, who expects to win prizes. Let the

kid mess around, why butt in?"

The first parent said, "But he can't even reach the counter.”

“Your kid shoots pretty well. Popped over twenty, looks like he can get

second prize."

"Yeah, I always thought he had good aim since little."

"Have you considered sending him for shooting lessons? Best to start

young. Not for competitions, but I heard it really helps with college

applications later. Mufron unis look most at extracurriculars.”

"Oh really, I'll ask about it later.”

Joyce heard the side chatter but paid it no mind.

She said to the boss, "Excuse me, could I get a little stool for the child

to stand on?"

The boss smiled obligingly. "Sure, just a moment."

He turned and took a small plastic stool from inside, handing it to

Joyce.

Joyce placed the stool on the ground and Anderson stepped on it,

putting him at just the right height to shoot with his arms supported on

the counter.

Next, Joyce helped Anderson adjust the aim.

"There, ready to start. Remember, aim thirty five degrees right one

mark."

"Got it Mom." Anderson earnestly started aiming. "I'll definitely win the

top prize for you."

At this time the nearby parents started gossiping again. "Look at them

acting all serious, thinking they're pro shooters."

Another said, "I know. The arrogance at such a young age. And the

parents don't stop it. Getting used to bragging since little, this kind of

education is no good."

"Exactly. Speaking of education, you're the expert. Raised two kids into

top unis. Everyone knows you're very capable.”

"Oh stop. It was all the kids' own efforts. I just tagged along randomly.

But education must be grasped early."

Luther stood silently at the side, listening to their chatter.

Oblivious frogs in a well who had never seen true genius - that probably

described this group.

Anderson ignored the side talk completely.

He focused for a second, firmly pulled the trigger - "Bang bang!" - two

consecutive shots burst two balloons instantly.

The people around were stunned.

"Wow, lucky kid."

Then they saw Anderson calmly fire five consecutive shots - "Bang

bang bang!" - bursting five more balloons.

At this point the surroundings finally quieted. No one spoke anymore or

gossiped.

As Anderson precisely shot and burst twenty balloons in a row,

more and more people gathered around to watch the spectacle,

whispering amongst themselves.

“I'm not seeing wrong right? He's four at most but not even the national

shooting team has someone so young. A genius!"

"Don't get distracted. Imagine it's just you here alone." Joyce reminded

Anderson. "Focus when shooting, unmoved like the ocean, block out all

temptations. Your emotions cannot fluctuate at all, that's the key."

Anderson took a deep breath. He calmly fired the remaining ten shots

one by one.

Not a single miss. He precisely burst the last ten balloons. All thirty

balloons popped, not one left. Top prize!

Even the boss was dumbfounded.

His first reaction was, “Little buddy, you already got the top prize.

Wanna, wanna keep playing?"

A genius, he had met a shooting genius today. He was especially

worried - if this continued he would definitely lose money today.

Anderson smiled modestly. “No more. The balloon targets are too big

and simple. Boss, I want that teddy bear. Please take it down for me."

"Sure." The boss let out an awkward laugh and quickly took down the

top prize teddy bear. "Little bro you're really amazing. All the years I've

run this stall, never seen such a young kid get the top prize. Not just

kids, even adults haven't gotten it."

Anderson hugged the teddy that was even taller than him and climbed

down from the stool.

At this time, he glanced at the parent who had mocked him earlier.

He stuffed the teddy into that parent's arms. “Here, for you. Take it for

your kid to play with."

Having said that, he dusted his hands and turned to leave, back

straight, arrogant expression.

Joyce: "..."

Luther: ".."

That arrogance, presumptuous attitude, who did it resemble?