149: "Sorry for the poor presentation!" "Tsk."

Zheng Hanyang listened to the whispers and watched the Regular Customers happily claiming their prizes, falling silent for a moment.

What the hell, pray before you throw!

What the hell, worship the little boss and the Regular Customers!

What the hell, the random throwing method!

There were too many things to complain about; he didn't know where to start.

The crucial thing was that so many people actually believed in it!

No, do none of you have any dignity?

Skill!

Ring toss relies on skill!

It's not about luck!

Do you think you're scratching lottery tickets?!

Just then, at the other three red lines, excited shouts erupted.

Everyone's gaze in the entire venue shifted back to them.

It turned out another lucky person had been born!

This made everyone's expressions, except for Zheng Hanyang, even more fervent.

Some began to wave the rings in their hands, searching for the best throwing posture.

Some started dancing, praying to all the gods from all directions to descend and help.

Some mumbled incantations, familiarizing themselves with the prayers in advance.

...

They were crazy, all of them.

Zheng Hanyang shook his head, no longer paying attention to these people.

The world was drunk, and he alone was sober.

Since everyone was madly obsessed with such an ethereal thing as luck, he would use skill to slap their faces hard!

As soon as he thought about how he would rely on his exquisite skill to ring one mud ball after another, everyone would first stare at him in astonishment.

Then they would suddenly realize their foolishness.

Then they would rush forward, surrounding him, begging him to teach them his techniques... Thinking of the delightful scene, Zheng Hanyang's mouth gradually curved into a smile, and he began to let out a 'hehehe' laugh.

“Bro, you’re laughing so lewdly! Also, it’s your turn to throw the ring!”

Energetic Young Man's voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Zheng Hanyang snapped out of it, quickly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then saw that he was already at the red line.

Is it my turn?

Then let's do this!

Zheng Hanyang looked at the golden mud balls with full confidence, as if he could already see himself claiming them all.

“Bro, are you throwing or not?!”

Energetic Young Man urged him again from behind.

Zheng Hanyang frowned slightly.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry your head off!

So annoying!

He grunted in displeasure, then squatted down, raising his thumb to gauge the distance to the target mud ball.

Once he had a sense of it, without waiting for Energetic Young Man to urge him further, he shouted.

“Allow me to make a fool of myself!”

A loud shout, accompanied by his swift action, the ring's peculiar arc of flight, and the sharp whistle of air friction.

All of this attested to the fact that Zheng Hanyang was a master of ring toss!

As the shout of “Allow me to make a fool of myself” echoed in the air, everyone's attention in the venue shifted to him.

They had expected countless rings to fly through the air, but they only saw a single, solitary ring.

Hmm?

Having seen too much of the random throwing method, everyone felt a bit unaccustomed to seeing someone throwing a ring seriously.

However, Zheng Hanyang's confident smile and the ring's flight path, sometimes moving left, sometimes turning right, made them subtly a little more expectant!

Could it be... but that's impossible, right?

So many ring toss masters had already fallen by the wayside, returning disappointed, proving the 24K gold standard of the “random throwing method” again and again.

But, Zheng Hanyang's smile was so confident... so... many ring toss masters who had been defeated by reality and ultimately chose to go with the flow, but still harbored a trace of resentment, now clenched their fists, intently watching the ring spinning in the air.

A color named hope quietly appeared in their eyes.

Feeling that he had become the center of attention, Zheng Hanyang's back unconsciously straightened a bit.

Yes, in the current era where the “random throwing method” was rampant, the laughter and joy that should have been at the ring toss stall had disappeared.

The only things left were the sighs of defeat from desperate gamblers, or their cheers of joy after winning.

All of this made him extremely displeased!

He, with his own strength, would change all of this!

Therefore,

“Hit it!”

As if sensing Zheng Hanyang's determination, the ring in mid-air suddenly dropped straight down, heading directly towards the target mud ball below.

Seeing this, Zheng Hanyang knew it was a sure thing.

“Hmph.”

He stood up, lowered his head, and brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes, his face filled with the nonchalance of someone who had seen it all, then uttered in a rather pretentious manner.

“A mere ring toss, what's there to fuss about...”

“Tsk.”

At this moment, Energetic Young Man let out a boo.

Zheng Hanyang was enraged. He felt that it was too many people like Energetic Young Man that turned the ring toss stall, which was originally about skill and effort, into a gambling table where gamblers thrived.

He had already tried his best to prove the importance of skill, yet he was still mocked.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Immediately, he was about to stand up and reprimand him.

But the next moment, boos came from all around.

...

Zheng Hanyang also realized something was wrong at this point. He sharply turned his head to look at the center of the field.

He then saw that the ring, which should have been firmly on the mud ball, was now flopping weakly on the ground like a fish out of water for a few turns, eventually lying still.

“WTF!”

Zheng Hanyang exclaimed, then felt the gazes from all around, and his face instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

The more smoothly he had acted cool just now, the more embarrassing it was now.

“That was just a warm-up, now I'm getting serious!”

Zheng Hanyang gritted his teeth, forcing himself to ignore the humiliating stares, then picked up another ring and threw it with a hooked hand.

The ring left his hand and flew into the air, then continuously accelerated towards the target mud ball.

This time, there was no fancy left and right circling, only a powerful, heavy throw.

This throw was a prime example of great skill appearing artless.

It removed all the frills and unnecessary embellishments that were only for show, aiming only for a powerful, direct punch.

Hit it!

Under Zheng Hanyang's nervous and expectant gaze, the ring, carrying its momentum, struck the mud ball hard, as if it would forcefully push itself into the mud ball the next moment.

However, what Zheng Hanyang didn't expect was that as soon as the ring touched the mud ball, it was immediately bounced off.

“WTF! WTF! WTF! WTF! WTF!”

Five consecutive exclamations attested to how unsettled he was at that moment.

But soon, Zheng Hanyang, still unconvinced, threw the third ring.

But it still missed.

The fourth.

Missed.

The fifth.

Missed.

The sixth.

Still missed... In the blink of an eye, he only had twenty rings left in his hand.

“Bro, at the little boss's stall, skill is useless. You might as well throw them all at once; the chances of hitting might even be higher.”

Someone, looking at the dejected Zheng Hanyang, finally offered a piece of advice.