You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 788

When Joyce was throwing darts at Imperiana back in the day, they were playing double, which was much more difficult than just hitting a bullseye.

Of course, compared to the precision of Joyce's boomerang darts, normal darts were simply just toys. After all, Joyce could use boomerang darts to slash the enemy's neck so precisely that they would not be able to move after that and they would not die.

But the child in front of him, who looked only three or four years old, was able to throw the darts with such accuracy.

This made him an absolute genius!

A genius among the geniuses.

After Anderson finished throwing the darts, he lifted his chin proudly and his delicate, handsome face showed a smug look.

He was surrounded by little girls, each clapping their hands and shouting with excitement, their big flashing eyes full of admiration, "So wonderful, so handsome. I like you!!"

One of the prettiest girls, who had the temperament of a cover model, came up and took Anderson's arm, "Come on, play with me."

Anderson furrowed his eyebrows. He thought to himself, it was so boring and they were just a group of older children with lower IQ. They were so childish and could not do anything.

"Hm. Is it even such a big deal to just know how to play darts?" The eight-year-old boy sneered. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became as he stepped forward and pulled the prettiest little girl away from him, "You just promised to play with me."

"No, I don't want to. I want to play with him." The prettiest little girl pointed her finger at Anderson, puffed up her pink lips, and spoke in a cute voice.

"No way. I'm going to teach him a lesson today." The eight-year-old boy stepped forward and pulled Anderson, "Don't you go. Do you have the guts to fight with me?! I know karate." He had been practicing karate for years, and he didn't believe he could lose to this three-year-old doll.

The eight-year-old boy, with his hand raised, was just about to go up and hit Anderson.

Suddenly his hand was gripped firmly and could not move.

The eight-year-old boy turned around, annoyed, and said, "Who is it that dares to stop me."