"Yes, I want to play. Give me the gun." Little Yichen gave this short but firm reply.
The employee was in a fix because of his request! "But… the gun is heavy!"
"I know." He started to get impatient. "I can carry it!"
"…" The worker was not convinced.
Oh, please. How old is this kid? He looks to be about six years old, and he barely passes the game counter's height.
This toy gun, which was a replica of a real one, was unusually heavy at 10 kilograms!
The boy's patience was quickly running thin at her hesitation. "Please give me the gun."
"I'll let you give it a try!" Thinking that he was out to create trouble, the worker started grumbling about the kid's parents inwardly, This theme park is so big; how can they just let the child roam by himself? What if the child loses his way?
Fortunately, the worker, who was quite taken with the adorable lad, decided to let him test the weight of the toy gun.
Before she could open her mouth, he neatly took hold of the gun and carried it effortlessly in his arms. With his hand slightly caressing the gun's body, he calmly said, "You can start counting now."
Hearing his words and seeing him easily hold the gun replica in his hands, the staff could not help but fumble in shock. She was unable to keep her cool anymore…
While this gun was just a toy, leaving it in the hands of a six-year-old was too risky!
They would be held accountable for any fiasco that might stem from this. They could simply not afford to face any loss!
More importantly, she realized that this boy was from a wealthy family the moment he presented his VIP ticket to her.
It would be a joke if an average folk could afford a ticket that cost several thousand yuan.
Children with such a background needed special supervision. After all, if something were to go wrong, what answer would they give to the child's parents?!
"Where are your parents?"
He could take it no more. "Start the timer!"
The worker looked dully at him and then pressed the start button of the timer.
Little Yichen adjusted himself to the most comfortable and pulled the trigger. A projectile quickly traveled through the barrel's passage and heavily punched the air. However, the bullet's speed was still a tad slow, so when it hit a balloon, it bounced off it, instead.
"!" He frowned unhappily. This toy gun would not let him display his actual prowess with its limited capability!
He fired a few more shots for a test run. Except for a few alterations and some intentional debugging, this toy gun looked and felt like the real thing. He was able to determine its issue after this test; the trajectory of the ballistics had been changed. He deftly dismantled the gun to check, and just as he had suspected, it was indeed an issue with the ballistics' path.
Guns and ammunition were truly his forte.
He easily resolved this thorny issue and reassembled the gun. By then, half of the allocated time had lapsed.
Although the little chap did not blow any balloons, his professional gun-handling and his absorbing presence when he was shooting drew much attention and amazement from a handful employees nearby.
Oh, he definitely can do it! Has this little fellow undergone training before?
He's so young; did his family train him to shoot?
He would not have such skills and confidence without professional training.
However, when they saw how the little lad had pulled apart and then put back together the gun, no words could express their shock.