The shining Shoko Toyokawa

I think luck plays a big role. I wasn't convinced at first and tried several times but never won."

The other party seems to have a lot of resentment towards this game.

"Okay, I'll try,"

Aine sat on the chair, checked the direction of the target, picked up the darts, put on the blindfold,

Vision is the most important sense in human perception for confirming external conditions.

In this case, if the target doesn't make a sound, even if you master the height of the target and the angle of the dart after a few turns, it's just pure luck.

At least, that's the case for ordinary people.

"It's open, it's open! The odds for one hit are 1:20, the second hit is 1:7, and the third hit is 1:2,"

Although the odds cannot reflect the actual hit situation, it can still be used to compare the hit probability.

There are probably very few people who can hit the target on the first try, but for these elites among the elites, this game is not entirely a gamble on probability. They are unlikely to make a mistake in the height of their shot, nor will they make a mistake in the position.

At this distance, the target occupies about 3-5 degrees. If you master the three chances well, theoretically you have a 9-15 degree "shooting range". Because of this, the probability of hitting the target increases as time goes by, so the odds drop significantly.

This is a game that combines spatial perception, luck, and 'intuition'.

"I bet three times for $100,"

"I also bet three times for $100,"

But Aine was not an elite pilot, so most people didn't think highly of her and just cast some votes for fun.

There were also people who were optimistic about her and invested money in her first and second time, but the amount was not large and it was more of a playful nature.

This did not make the pink-haired girl feel any psychological pressure.

After everyone placed their bets, the chairs began to spin amidst everyone's laughter.

This rotation is nothing to Aiyin, who is used to driving MS and various rotating facilities.

But this game is not about not getting dizzy. At the beginning, she could barely judge the specific direction of the target.

Later on, I could only speculate based on the direction of other students' voices and the angles of their positions on the target that I had written down in advance. When the person who opened the game signaled for everyone to be quiet, the sense of hearing also lost its meaning.

"Will it hit?"

Aine herself had no idea what was going on. When the spinning stopped, she touched the T-shaped amulet.

Decide to go by 'feeling',

"Help me, turn the chair to the right, to my one o'clock direction,"

When the chair was turned by the person who opened the market to the direction indicated by Aine, she raised her hand but hesitated.

If you miss the target and hit the wall where the target is hung, that's not a big deal. But if you hit someone else in the face, that would be really embarrassing.

The temporary lounge was so quiet at this moment that Aiyin could even hear her own heartbeat.

“Plop, plop…”

No one spoke to her. In this dark world, she seemed to be the only one left.

'Target, where is the target?'

The pink-haired girl's breathing became a little rapid. For a moment, she even had the illusion that she was floating in the water, or in space.

The next moment, something different appeared in her empty 'horizon'. It looked like a bunch of flashlights with very narrow beams, twelve in total.

The pink-haired girl was stunned for a while before she realized that it might be the students' 'gaze'.

Those 'sights' seemed to become real, hitting her 'body', making her hair stand on end.

"This is so strange. Is this feeling... an illusion?"

Aine still couldn't determine the target's location.

"Oh, never mind, let's end this game quickly!"

"Help me turn to my two o'clock position."

She figured out the target's location based on her perception of the students' gazes and her memory of their positions.

This position did not match her feeling. She originally thought the target was at one o'clock.

But the direction she inferred based on her 'sight' was at 3 o'clock from her original position, and now it was at 2 o'clock, which was a full 60 degrees different from what she felt.

You know, a person's neck can only turn 60-80 degrees.

The gap between the two is really too big.

Aine had no idea what was going on. Ultimately, the so-called 'sight' was probably just an overconfidence in her.

Just like some people with social anxiety, when they walk on the street they feel that everyone is looking at them and they feel uneasy.

"Snapped"

The dart flew out of Aine's hand and hit the wall?

“No!” Aine pricked up her ears, but after several seconds she didn’t hear the sound of the dart falling to the ground.

She took off her blindfold and saw the target in front of her. The magnetic dart was firmly stuck in the center.

Everyone was stunned, and the dealer who opened the market began to wail: "Oh my god, my 20,000 US dollars is gone!"

The other students gathered around and chattered at once, their voices too fast and too mixed, probably expressing their amazement. Aiyin automatically blocked them out.

She stared blankly at the dart in the center of the target, unable to understand why it hit the target.

'Is this...luck?'

Chapter 150: They don’t have the courage to rebel, but…

The filming of "Gundam: Mobius" is progressing steadily.

Since she had no scenes of her own in recent days, Xia Ya could finally spend all her time trying to find out who the last "letter" sent by her "sister" ended up in.

Liuqiu, the floating island city, is the most populous city in Liuqiu and is also the economic and cultural center of Liuqiu.

The famous Shuri Castle is located here. Its layout was modeled after the imperial palace of a great oriental country. From the 15th century to the 19th century, it was the royal palace of Ryukyu.

Miao Meng is clamoring to film a program to get traffic... Ugh, it's to accuse District 11 of its crimes.

Xia Ya was somewhat interested, but not much.

Her ultimate goal in coming to Fudao City today was a gym located at the corner at the end of the street, called Liuqiu Swordsmanship Hall.

It's Saturday morning now, and there are many students inside.

The language they use is the District 11 language, but its accent and grammar are very different from the standard District 11 language.

Since Xia Ya was wearing sunglasses, no students recognized her.

The students saw that she was dressed like a... corporate slave and had such a strong aura that no one dared to step forward and ask questions.

Xia Ya watched the students practice. The stance and etiquette of the so-called "Liuqiu Swordsmanship" were somewhat different from the "Kendo" of District 11, but the routines were still the same as District 11 Kendo, which was a sports competition with the goal of scoring.

Since the protective gear and bamboo swords used in practice are the same as those used in kendo, most laymen would think it is kendo.

"Excuse me...what can I do for you?"

After watching for several minutes, a student finally called over a middle-aged man.

He was about 40 years old. From the outside, apart from a pair of bright eyes, there was no difference between him and ordinary people.

He is probably the coach of the gym.

"Please tell the owner that Ms. Toyokawa's daughter is here to see him."

The middle-aged coach was stunned for a moment, and after carefully looking at Xia Ya for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."

Through the clues provided by private detectives and a few clues left in the online world,

Xia Ya was certain that the package sent by her 'sister', even if it wasn't in this gym, was at least related to the gym owner.

Su Shi and Xia Ya said that someone from the Liuqiu Cultural Research Committee had contacted her and claimed to have leverage over the District 11 government, so the District 11 government was helpless against them.

She did not think highly of these Liuqiu restorers, saying frankly: They had an air of failure, but were not prepared for failure.

Xia Ya believed in Su Shi's judgment, but now that she was here because of her 'sister', there was no harm in confirming it again.

"Please follow me," the middle-aged man's attitude changed a lot after he came back. If he was wary before, he was respectful now. "The owner is waiting for you."

Entering the courtyard behind the gym, the center is where the 'Gym Master' is located.

Xia Ya sat down on the tatami in the room, waiting for the middle-aged coach's "tapping" sound on the wooden floor to fade away. After a while, the "master" handed her a cup of hot tea, but Xia Ya did not take it. She just looked at him, as if waiting for him to explain.

The other party did need to explain that the things Xia Ya sent them were definitely not for them to use to negotiate with the District 11 government.

"Miss Isabella, didn't we agree that we would release the information after the storm has passed and we have sent your sister and that worthless man to a safe place?"

The so-called director is not an old man in his fifties or sixties, but a young man in kimono.

"But my sister is dead," Xia Ya's voice was cold. She suspected that Xia Ya's death was related to these guys.

"What happened with your sister was truly an accident!" the young man pleaded. "If we had sent someone to protect her, it would have attracted the attention of those guys in District 11. No one expected your sister to suddenly..."

Having said this, the young man stopped talking in time, looking as if he didn't mean it, but he was actually trying to pass the buck.

His eyebrows are long and narrow, and if you don't look carefully, it will feel like he has his eyes closed.

"In order to send that man to Damao's side, we lost several..."

The blonde girl reached out to stop the other person from complaining. "Time is precious, and my sister is gone."

She didn't mention Toyokawa Yamato, implying that you have nothing to threaten me with. "Tell me, what exactly are you asking for? Are you just playing political games with District 11?"

Xia Ya didn't ask what the information was or when you would make it public, which was stupid stuff.

If I tell him now that I have a backup of the data, he definitely won't believe it.

Given Xia Ya's personality, if the other party wanted to use the so-called "information" as a political bargaining chip, she would have released it herself long ago if she had a backup.

Xiangzi didn't know what the relationship between Xia Ya and these people was, but Xia Ya had not been in District 11 for long, and she could not be found on the Internet. From the records of their communication, it seemed that they were just temporary collaborations.

"You've arrived just in time," the owner said with a smile. "We were just about to contact you. We heard that you're friends with the eldest daughter of the Sanjiao family, our princess. Could you please help us convince her to return to Liuqiu and lead us?"

Xia Ya didn't say anything, but just looked at the owner, as if to say: Why are you answering a question that is not relevant?

The owner of the museum was not embarrassed at all, and his tone was still full of confidence.

"Compared to that fake emperor from District 11, and the Crown Prince who only scored 20 out of 1000, our princess is more qualified to reign over Liuqiu, Miss Isabella, don't you think so?

When the time comes, the princess will raise the kingdom's flag among the islands. With your ability and your relationship with the princess, you will be the prime minister of 150 million people!"

Hard, Xia Ya's fist is a little hard,

"So, may I ask, Mr. Master, how many mobile suits do you have now?"

Xia Ya's smile was very bright, as if she was teasing a child. "If we rise up, how many armed forces can we have to fight against the Self-Defense Forces of Area 11?

Have you conducted a public opinion poll? What percentage of people are willing to vote for independence in a future referendum?

How can we gain the support of neighboring major powers without offending America and get them to withdraw their troops?

After all, you don’t even have a promotional slogan. Do you want me to come up with one for you?

I'll reluctantly help you come up with a line: 'So that missiles don't fly over our children's heads, and so that American jeeps don't run rampant on our streets,' what do you think?"

Xia Ya will not show any mercy to this guy who doesn't even have the courage to shout slogans in public, can only use words to deceive people, and whose level is not very good.

To use the words from a certain movie; they don’t have the courage to rebel, but they do have the courage to make money under the guise of rebellion, and it’s a big one!

Chapter 151: Undercurrent

It is because of these adults who only know how to speak nice words and constantly dampen the enthusiasm of young people that District 11 is now running out of ambitious people who can take on great responsibilities.

They use a few pieces of fig leaf to cover their faces and talk tough, completely disregarding the historical truth and making people live a false life.

The owner's face turned pale and blue, but he finally endured it and did not lash out.

It's not that he knows he's wrong and wants to change.

But he knew that if he couldn't recruit people like Xia Ya, he wouldn't make any money.

Desperately?

What are you risking your life for?

How can you make money if you have lost your life?!

Wouldn't it be nice to be bribed by the District 11 government or take the "donation money" from the "lower class"?