Chapter 317 Amelia's Perfect Accuracy
Chapter 317 Amelia's Perfect Accuracy
The moment Michael spoke, the whole room seemed to collectively question its own hearing.
But no—they'd heard him correctly. This man wasn't describing the position like everyone else had done.
He simply faced Amelia and calmly stated two brief coordinates. "B7."
What the hell did that mean?
Wasn't the whole point to describe where the toy was so your partner could take aim? So why was he rattling off coordinates like he was guiding a plane in for landing?
People exchanged baffled looks, confusion written all over their faces.
But Asher caught on first. His eyes brightened, and a slow smile crept across his face.
"Only a six-star K.A member would think of something like this," he murmured. "Leave it to Amelia."
"Huh?" Dorian was just as lost as everyone else. "What method are they using?"
Asher slanted a look her way, leaning in just enough to drop his voice. "Just watch."
The crowd remained thoroughly confused.
But the instant Michael's words left his mouth, Amelia was already moving.
She didn't hesitate. She simply raised the bamboo ring, fixed her gaze on a point only she could see, and threw.
Because she was blindfolded, the decisive motion looked almost careless—like she was just tossing it randomly.
But what happened next left everyone's jaws on the floor.
The ring traced a clean arc through the air and dropped squarely around the first toy.
The air seemed to freeze.
Wait—how had she done that?
Michael had only said a coordinate, and Amelia could pinpoint the exact location of the toy?
And even if she knew where it was, how could she possibly hit it on the first try?
It was impossible.
The vendor stood frozen in shock.
He'd run this booth for over a decade and never once seen anyone blindfolded hit a target on nothing but called-out coordinates.
Even as the murmurs around him grew louder, Michael ignored every reaction and calmly called out the second coordinate. "C5."
Just like before, Amelia heard the coordinate and immediately threw.
The result was just as stunning.
The ring fell as though guided by an unseen hand, settling around the second toy without a hair's breadth of deviation.
"D8."
Third toy. Hit.
"E4."
Fourth toy. Hit.
"F6."
Fifth toy. Hit.
His commands were clipped and exact. Her movements were swift and certain. Together, they moved with the kind of precision that felt less like luck and more like surgery.
In under two minutes, five rings had landed perfectly. The crowd didn't even have time to process what they were seeing.
It was like watching someone activate cheat codes in real life.
Michael was just drawing breath for the sixth coordinate when the vendor finally shook himself free of his stupor and stepped forward. "Wait — hold on."
He studied Amelia with narrowed eyes, his voice edged with suspicion. "Miss — that blindfold. You sure you're not seeing through it?"
His suspicion mirrored what everyone else was thinking.
But even if she could see through the blindfold, hitting five out of five was still an extraordinary feat.
"I can't see a thing," Amelia said, her spine straightening, her voice even. "If it'd make you feel better, I'll wear another one on top."
At that, the vendor waved her off with an awkward laugh, a stiff smile tugging at his face. "No, no — that's alright. You're just... really something. Go ahead, you and your boyfriend."
By the time the ninth toy was hit, the audience was beyond words.
When the tenth ring dropped home, silence swallowed the entire area. Every eye had found her and stayed there.
No one could even find the words to describe it.
In their minds, she'd just become the undisputed queen of ring toss.
All ten rings thrown. All ten hits.
Amelia reached up and pulled off her blindfold.
Michael stood beside her, unhurried, smoothing back the strands of hair the blindfold had displaced.
The vendor's face was blank as he stuffed all the toys she'd won into a bag, his mind reeling. Blindfolded, standing several feet away, and she'd hit all ten targets. Every single one.
How was that even possible?
The moment Amelia stepped off the field, Dorian rushed over and threw her arms around her.
"Amelia! You're my goddess! Ten for ten—that was insane!"
Then, barely stopping for breath, she turned to him. "Wait — Mr. Johnson was calling out coordinates. What were you using as a reference point? Inches? Seriously?"
Seeing Dorian's face lit up with curiosity, Amelia answered simply, "Battleship."
Dorian blinked. "Battleship?"
"A standard Battleship grid is ten by ten," Amelia said. "Letters along the horizontal, numbers along the vertical — every position gets its own unique coordinate."
"Try pinpointing locations in inches — you'd never judge it accurately by eye alone.
"But the area the vendor marked off happens to be a perfect square. If you imagine it as a Battleship board, the toys are roughly the same size as the grid squares.
"So you build the grid in your head. Wherever a toy sits, you call out its coordinate — and just like that, the positioning is exact."
Dorian had worked out that they were using coordinates — but it hadn't occurred to her that the grid was borrowed from a game.
"Okay, so I get how you could calculate the position," Dorian pressed, "but how did you hit all ten? I had to throw at least three times before I got a feel for the right amount of force. You nailed it on the first try every single time!"
Amelia looked at her, her expression perfectly serious. "What if I told you I weighed the bamboo ring first, then used a formula to figure out the exact force needed? Would you believe me?"
Dorian's eyes went wide. "There's a formula for that?"
"No." A small smile curved Amelia's lips as her eyes met Dorian's. "I suppose I just got lucky."
Dorian wasn't sure if Amelia was actually lucky or just trying not to make her feel bad.
Either way, the four of them had successfully cleared the first round.
Which brought them to the second challenge—Pictionary.
This game demanded chemistry above all else — and true to form, Dorian and Asher wasted no time launching into an argument over who should draw and who should guess.