After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved-Chapter 321 Encountered a Tender-hearted God

The stall owner was stunned upon hearing Lu Sheng’s question.

—This young girl, actually asking him if he’s sure to let her shoot?

From the tone of her voice, it seemed like she was very good at shooting.

...Is she pretending, or is she even better at shooting than her boyfriend?

The stall owner couldn’t help but ponder internally.

But since he had already spoken, he couldn’t back out now, so he immediately responded, "Of course I’m sure!"

"However, I need to adjust the position of the board a bit, please wait a moment."

While speaking, the stall owner started adjusting the board that held the balloons.

But as he was fiddling with it, he somehow touched the smallest balloon at the bottom.

Just then, with a bang—the small balloon actually exploded.

"Oh no, what happened, why did the balloon suddenly burst?"

Feigning surprise, the stall owner then turned to Lu Sheng, "Sorry young lady, I’ll blow up another one."

The stall owner indeed blew up another balloon.

But this newly blown balloon was even smaller than the orange-sized one before.

It was merely the size of a strawberry—so small that if one stood a bit farther away it could hardly be seen clearly, let alone shooting it accurately.

"Hey, boss, are you afraid that we’ll hit the last balloon?" Lan Yu saw through it and couldn’t help but angrily speak out, "This time, the balloon you blew is much smaller than the earlier one!"

"Girl, don’t talk nonsense, this one is clearly the same size as the previous one!"

Of course, the stall owner wouldn’t admit that he purposefully burst the balloon and then intentionally blew a smaller one.

With such a strawberry-sized balloon, he really didn’t believe the young girl could hit it from so far away.

"It’s fine, let’s continue like this."

Lu Sheng didn’t want to argue with the stall owner; she was tired after playing through three rounds along the way.

She looked at the stall owner and casually asked, "Is the board in position now, and there’s no problem with the balloons, right?"

The stall owner nodded.

However, before he could react, he saw the girl who was standing three meters away from the board suddenly raise her gun toward the balloon board.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Seven consecutive shots.

Within five seconds.

The top seven balloons on the board, from top to bottom, were all shattered one by one.

"Holy shit—!"

Lu Sheng’s moves were so quick that by the time she had finished shooting the seven balloons, the onlookers had just reacted.

Then the crowd exploded, erupting in the loudest cheer of the evening, with cries of astonishment filling the air.

This girl, she doesn’t even need to aim one by one to hit the balloons!

This is something you’d only see in a movie with special effects!!

So awesome, simply too awesome!!

Seeing this, the stall owner’s eyes widened more than a brass bell, and he instinctively rushed up, "Young lady, you—!"

But before he could finish his shout, Lu Sheng turned her eyes toward him and tilted her head to ask, "What about me?"

"You, you..."

The stall owner couldn’t utter the next word for a long time.

Now, with so many people watching, he couldn’t possibly say he wouldn’t let the girl continue shooting.

If he didn’t let her shoot, wouldn’t that clearly be deceiving people for the prizes? Who would then play at his stall in the future?

The stall owner felt like his heart was being torn apart, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "...Nothing, continue."

So, Lu Sheng nodded and once again raised her gun.

Bang.

The third from the last balloon was hit, the lipstick set was gone.

Bang.

The second to last balloon was hit, the tablet was gone.

Bang.

Even that tiny last balloon was hit.

The plush cat that cost $10,000 to attract customers was also gone!

These three shots by Lu Sheng were not just hitting balloons; they shot directly into the stall owner’s heart.

The stall owner’s heart was bleeding. He had never felt such pain in his life.

At this moment, he finally understood why the young girl was asking whether he was sure moments ago.

If there were a pill for regret, he would insist, even if it killed him, that in this round, only the boyfriend should shoot; the girlfriend absolutely shouldn’t take action.

"...It’s done," Lu Sheng put down the gun, looked at the stall owner, "According to the rules, from the sixth balloon onwards, the prizes belong to me, right?"

Lu Sheng glanced at the prize location and counted, "The prizes are a humidifier, a portable charger, a lipstick set, a tablet, and that plush cat, right?"

The stall owner’s voice trembled: "... Right."

"Then please, boss, hand them over."

Lu Sheng stood straight, waiting for the boss to hand over the items.

Suddenly, she collected all the prizes. Even after Lu Sheng and the others had left, the crowd’s gaze still hadn’t shifted from her, and the murmuring hadn’t stopped.

The other prizes were taken and held by Li Muchen, while Lan Yu hugged the beautiful stuffed cat, nearly ecstatic and spinning in joy.

"Ahhhh!! I really own this cat now!!"

"Shengsheng, I love you! You are my God! My eternal God!!"

Lan Yu originally wanted to hug Lu Sheng and smother him with kisses, but upon seeing President Li’s expression next to her, her eagerly advancing lips instantly retreated.

Immediately, she seriously suggested, "So Shengsheng, shall we go look around elsewhere?"

"Not yet," Lu Sheng lifted her eyes, "I want to find someone first."

Lan Yu was puzzled: "...Huh? Find who?"

Lu Sheng glanced towards the diagonal back of the road.

Following Lu Sheng, Lan Yu and the others walked forward and then saw Lu Sheng stopping at a stall selling hairpins.

The vendor was a woman in her thirties or forties, sitting in a worn wheelchair. Her legs appeared to be amputated, as the area under the blanket where her legs should be was empty.

The woman, with a bare face, looked slightly weathered and had a bit of a hardened expression, but her face and simple clothes were clean and dignified.

The hairpins she sold were all handmade, featuring colorful animal and flower patterns, very cute and pretty, clearly made with care.

Next to her stall sat a little girl about seven or eight years old.

The little girl, with her hair in two braids, was quietly doing her homework at a small corner of the table.

She was quiet and well-behaved, neither complaining of boredom nor disturbing her mother’s vending, her cheeks tinged with the rose of the cold.

"Is this your daughter?"

The woman, initially focused on her weaving, immediately looked up warmly upon hearing Lu Sheng’s question and greeted, "Yes, young lady, what do you need?"

"The hairpins you made are very pretty, pack them all up for me," said Lu Sheng.

"Ah? Young lady, you mean you want all of them?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, eyeing the hundreds of hairpins displayed on her stall.

"Young lady, there are hundreds of hairpins here, you probably won’t be able to wear them all, right?"

"And so many hairpins together would also be..."

Lu Sheng directly asked, "How much in total?"

The woman, slightly embarrassed, said, "These hairpins are all handmade by me, so they might not be that cheap, some are around ten and others twenty. If you take them all, it might come to nearly two thousand..."

Before Lu Sheng could speak, Li Muchen had already pulled out his phone and scanned the code.

It must be said, President Li pays very quickly.

"Just wrap them all up," said Li Muchen.

However, the next second, the announcer broadcasted a payment notification: "Alipay transaction, $5,000 received—"

The woman’s eyes widened upon hearing the amount, and she quickly waved her hands in panic.

"Hold on, sir, I said two thousand, not five thousand, you’ve transferred too much! I’ll transfer it back to you right now..." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"No need," said Li Muchen calmly, "It’s rare for her to find something she likes, your hairpins are worth this much."

The woman usually sold at this night market, and on a good night, she’d sell a few dozen at most.

She never expected someone to buy all her hairpins today, and even pay more than double their price.

"This, this is really..."

The woman didn’t even know how to express her gratitude, but the young lady handed over a black plastic bag.

"I was playing games over there earlier and won some prizes. I don’t need them myself, but you and your daughter might find them useful."

"Here, take this as a gift, open it after we are gone."

"Ah? How can I accept this..."

The woman was even more amazed, but the young lady didn’t linger; she placed the bag in her hands and turned to leave.

It wasn’t until the young lady and her friends had left that the woman opened the bag to find a humidifier, which could alleviate the dryness in their room.

A power bank, which could charge her phone while she vended outside.

A set of lipsticks...she had never owned her own lipstick in her life, nor had she ever used lipstick to dress herself up.

Even, a tablet.

Indeed, all items were useful for her and her daughter, but together they were worth thousands.

These things, how could someone not need them? Even if not needed, they could have been sold for money.

But the young lady had just given them all to her, telling her to look after she left, probably because she feared she would refuse to accept them.

It was now January, and the weather was getting colder.

But the woman felt as if she truly encountered a compassionate God in this cold winter.

At that moment, the little girl looking up saw the tablet in her mother’s hands and couldn’t help but widen her eyes in surprise: "Mom, this is..."

"This is a gift from that sister just now."

As the woman watched the young girl’s retreating figure, her eyes slightly moistened and then she touched her daughter’s hair somewhat choked up, "You can now have a tablet like the other kids in your class."

However, at this moment, another person was also looking towards the young girl’s departing figure.

"Suyu, what are you watching over there?"

Lin Yi, carrying five skewers of baked gluten, walked back and looked puzzlingly in the direction his friend was looking.