Sighing, Mo Shangjun looked at her hand again, "It's still not working properly."
"..."
After a moment's pause, Ding Jing finally understood what Mo Shangjun was trying to express, "So, you're not a hundred percent sure you can hit the snake?"
Patted her shoulder, Mo Shangjun looked at her sympathetically, "About thirty percent sure."
"How do you calculate thirty percent?"
"Either hit the snake, hit you, or miss both."
Another ten percent depends on luck, not included.
Ding Jing: "..."
Finally felt like she had a brush with death.
"Next time—" raising her hand to point at Mo Shangjun, Ding Jing gritted her teeth to speak, but after a slight pause, simply said, "There's no next time!"
Raising an eyebrow, Mo Shangjun nodded in agreement, "I hope so too."
Of course, she hoped not to encounter a similar incident again.
This time was purely a lucky shot.
