C225 Shit Luck

Ji Xia rolled up his sleeves, poked his palm, and then clapped his hands, letting out a deep sigh. He clutched the dart tightly, looking genuinely nervous, with his lips pressed together as he focused intently on the target. He didn't expect to hit the bullseye on his first throw; he just hoped to hit the board.

As he thought about it, Ji Xia took a step back with his left foot