Xiao Bao looked at the results and frowned. His voice was a little low. "I thought I could hit the tenth ring. I didn't expect it to hit the edge again."
Xiao Bao had been practicing for the entire afternoon. Every time, he would wander between the first ring, the second ring, and the off-target. He clearly felt that he had already aimed for the tenth ring, but he didn't expect the difference to be so great.
Mr. Chen walked up to Xiao Bao and squatted down. He looked gently into Xiao Bao's eyes and said, "If you want to hit your target, you have to keep working hard to hit it. Don't worry, do it again."
Xiao Bao looked up at Mr. Chen, his grape-like eyes filled with confusion. He asked, "Did Daddy practice for a long time back then?"
"Of course." Mr. Chen smiled at Xiao Bao, his gaze gentle. "I practiced for a long time back then."
Xiao Bao looked at Mr. Chen. He nodded, not understanding, and picked up the gun again.
