chapter697

Lydia shot Daisy and Patricia a smug look. "What if I hit the bullseye every single time?"

Daisy just laughed.

Patricia joined in, echoing Daisy's confidence. If you manage that on your own, I'll

get down on my knees and call you Your Highness."

Lydia grinned. "So, one bullseye gets me one 'Your Highness,' right?

Patricia agreed with a flick of her chin. "Sure."

She didn't believe for a second that Lydia could actually do it. Daisy had been practicing since she was little and still only scored eights. Did Lydia really think hitting tens was that simple?

"No backing out," Lydia added. "Whoever does is a coward."

Before anyone could react, Lydia picked up the gun again.

Patricia's eyes widened. "Wait, what are you doing?"

For a split second, she wondered if Lydia was about to aim at her instead.

Lydia flashed a cocky smile, confidence radiating off her. "I'll shoot ten perfect tens for you. Let's hear you call me 'Your Highness' ten times."

Daisy just shook her head, convinced Lydia was being ridiculous. Go ahead. Without the instructor's help, you won't be able to do it."

Lydia threw Daisy a withering look, then strode to the shooting line. The way she carried herself changed in an instant. A moment ago, she looked casual, almost careless. Now, she was focused, every muscle poised for action.

Everyone went quiet, barely breathing as Lydia took aim at the target.

The gunshot rang out, echoing through the room.

Every head snapped to the scoreboard.

"No way! That's a ten! She really hit a ten!" One of the guys blurted it out, awe in his voice.

See? They always knew Lydia couldn't possibly lose to Daisy. Someone that good- looking just had to be more talented.

Monica and Fiona practically lost it, screaming with excitement. "Oh my god, she did it! Lydia, you're incredible!"

Daisy and Patricia just froze, staring at the dead center of the target, completely speechless.

Patricia leaned closer to Daisy, her voice barely a whisper. "Daisy, is this for real?" For a moment, she honestly thought she was dreaming. Lydia was supposed to be a three-ring shooter at best. How did she suddenly pull off a perfect shot?

Was shooting actually that easy? Had Daisy spent her whole childhood overthinking it, just to barely make it to eights?

Daisy's mind was a total blank. She could barely get the words out. "How... how is this even possible?"

How could Lydia suddenly be pulling off perfect tens?

Lydia turned to Patricia, her grin even wider. You said it yourself. One bullseye, one 'Your Highness.""

Patricia never thought she'd get put in her place this fast. It felt like everything flipped in an instant.

With all their classmates watching,

and even people from the next class peeking in, there was no way she could kneehand callydia Your Highness' in front of everyone.

Daisy clenched her fists, her jaw tight. Patricia, I... I didn't expect her to actually hit

a ten either."

Then she glared at Lydia. "You just

got lucky. The instructor was coaching you a minute ago That was a total fluke. And anyway you said ten bullseyes, ten 'Your Highness.' You're not done yet!"

The other students heard Daisy and just stared. Seriously?

So now she was trying to back out? Lydia had to hit all ten before she'd admit defeat? What if Lydia got nine out often? That would be so unfair, Everyone just thought Barsy was being shameless.