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Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Do You Know How to Shoot?

“Officer Shen, is there a problem?”

Lin Chuan asked nonchalantly, but he was already feeling a bit guilty.

This was a strange feeling.

He had clearly never committed a crime, he had only experienced an assassin’s professional life.

However, when he inadvertently showed Shen Qianqian techniques related to crime scene investigation, his heart skipped a beat. He panicked, fearing that Shen Qianqian would take him back to the station.

Is this some kind of psychological disorder?

Indeed.

Shen Qianqian smiled lightly, “I was just curious why you’d choose to absorb the water instead of wiping it away.”

Lin Chuan also offered a smile, explaining,

“Officer Shen, as writers, the keyboard is our bread and butter. When there’s water on the computer desk, I use tissue paper to absorb it to prevent it from getting into the keyboard. Over time, it’s become a habit.”

“I see,” Shen Qianqian realized and nodded slightly.

Unexpectedly.

Xue Qiqi blinked and asked, “But you don’t have a keyboard in front of you now, do you?”

Yikes!

Lin Chuan’s heart tightened. Thinking quickly and with high emotional intelligence, he replied, “Uh… Officer Shen is here by my side, and I was worried that wiping off the droplets would splatter on her.”

Old Wang’s mouth hung open as he secretly gave a thumbs-up.

Such a response warranted inclusion in the classics!

Shen Qianqian’s smile was radiant, “Writer Lin, I’m not a delicate girl; I’ve got plenty of strength and methods.”

They all laughed.

Lin Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; crisis averted. He quickly changed the subject, “Let’s order, let’s order.”

Under the night sky.

The noisy food stalls were abuzz as the group chatted about daily life.

Unknowingly, they grew acquainted, their laughter and the enticing aromas mingling together, creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

When they left the food stalls, the night was still young.

21:06, the nightlife was just beginning.

Old Wang suggested, “This place is close to Riverside Square. There are a lot of fun little booths over there. How about we take a walk and check it out?”

Shen Qianqian said with a smile, “I’m fine with that.”

Lin Chuan thought for a moment, “I have no objections.”

His novel—’This Assassin Is Too Professional’—wasn’t yet finished exporting, so he might as well take a walk.

Most people need to make friends.

Especially writers.

The daily life of a writer: sitting in a room alone, facing a computer screen, hands on the keyboard, and working all day long.

Over time, it’s inevitable to feel monotonous and dull.

That’s when the importance of friends becomes apparent, whether they’re colleagues across the web or friends in real life.

They crossed the street and walked along the Anling River Embankment.

Xue Qiqi and Shen Qianqian walked up front.

Lin Chuan and Old Wang followed behind.

Old Wang wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled, “Chuan, I think you have a chance with Officer Shen.”

Lin Chuan smiled, “Old Wang, it’s useless just you thinking that.”

“Seriously!”

Old Wang whispered, “She agreed to come out to the food stalls with you!”

“Isn’t that because you guys were there, so she came out?” Lin Chuan frowned and countered.

Wang Zikai shook his head, “You don’t get it, she was observing you very closely tonight. She even paid close attention to how you wiped water, doesn’t that mean something?”

Lin Chuan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Old Wang, “Are you love-struck or something?”

This has nothing to do with anything.

Shen Qianqian’s gaze…

I almost thought she had me pegged as an ‘assassin.’

And here you are thinking she likes me.

Lin Chuan was self-aware and had never deluded himself with the thought ‘she likes me.’

Because, he had no money.

Fortunately, his novel ‘Swindler’ had achieved acclaim and was currently topping the ‘Heroes List’ with decent momentum.

“Kai, do you know how to shoot balloons?”

Xue Qiqi turned around, her face beaming with a smile.

Old Wang, clearly love-struck, immediately responded with a grin, “Qiqi, if you want to shoot balloons, I’ll go with you!”

Xue Qiqi smiled sweetly, lifting her hand to point.

In a stall at Riverside Square ahead, there was a pile of stuffed toys, with a long table in front holding several imitation guns, and different colored balloons pinned behind.

Old Wang squeezed his eyebrows at Lin Chuan: “Watch closely and learn.”

Having said that, he took Xue Qiqi to the stall.

“Handsome guy, thirty yuan for a round, twenty bullets, win a favorite ‘doll’ for your girlfriend.”

The stall owner was a middle-aged man, bald, with a beer belly.

“Qiqi, which doll do you like?”

Old Wang asked.

Xue Qiqi looked around, then pointed to the Doraemon in front, her smile brimming with joy: “Kai, I want that one.”

The stall owner smiled: “You only need to hit 16 balloons to have the chance to take it home.”

“No problem.”

Old Wang made an OK gesture.

Then Wang Zikai picked up the imitation gun from the table and aimed to shoot.

Pop!

In Lin Chuan’s eyes, Old Wang’s shooting action wasn’t professional enough, but it hit the mark.

A blue balloon burst upon impact.

“Kai, not bad.”

Xue Qiqi looked at Old Wang, her smile full of meaning.

Old Wang smiled: “Cupid’s arrows are more precise than my shooting.”

“Why?” Xue Qiqi blinked.

“Because when Cupid shot the golden arrow towards me, I prayed he would shoot the lead arrow at you,” Old Wang’s voice was somewhat deep.

Xue Qiqi’s face turned red and she pinched Old Wang: “Such a smooth talker.”

She was no longer a little girl.

But she still liked sweet nothings.

Lin Chuan was watching from the side, hand supporting his chin, thinking, why does it feel a bit greasy + cheesy?

But.

Why did Shen Qianqian next to him reveal an aunt’s smile?

Do all girls like to hear sweet nothings?

No, it should be, they like to hear sweet nothings from the person they like.

As for the actual content of the sweet nothings, does it matter?

Old Wang fired two more shots.

Pop!

Pop!

It must be said, if Old Wang’s shooting ability were half as good as his sweet talking, he should have hit 16 balloons and won the Doraemon.

But his shooting ability was indeed a bit off.

He hit only 13 balloons.

“Qiqi, let’s try again.” Old Wang showed a competitive demeanor.

Xue Qiqi smiled and nodded: “Okay!”

Another thirty yuan.

Pop pop!

With his last shot, Old Wang finally hit, exactly 16 balloons.

Xue Qiqi hugged Old Wang with one hand and the Doraemon with the other, her heart brimming with joy.

On the other side.

The two single dogs.

“Writer Lin, do you know how to shoot?”

Shen Qianqian turned to Lin Chuan with a smile and asked.

“I guess I do…” Lin Chuan stammered, “Officer Shen, why do you ask?”

“Your eyes… they show a longing for that gun,” Shen Qianqian said with a laugh.

Lin Chuan was indeed itching to try.

After completing ‘assassin’s professional life,’ one of the abilities he acquired was ‘firearms – precise shooting.’

He wanted to test out this ability.

But Lin Chuan probably was really sick.

He unconsciously looked at Shen Qianqian, wondering, this shouldn’t involve any illegal criminal activity, right?

Lin Chuan immediately dismissed this strange thought and smiled: “Which boy could resist a gun?”

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