A set of darts consists of twelve pieces, lightweight and of pretty good quality.
Qin Yao first picked up one, aimed it, and then tossed it toward the elm tree, where it stuck just above the previous hole.
She raised her eyebrows at Yin Le, signaling her to treat the hole as the bullseye.
Yin Le nervously swallowed, mimicked her teacher's stance, and threw a dart.
From fifteen meters away, the dart passed directly through the hole and landed on the ground.
Qin Yao looked at her with surprise, raised her chin, and signaled her, "Try again."
Yin Le was unexpectedly delighted with her own accuracy, which she had never known about, and became quite interested, picking up another dart to throw.
The dart flew out of her hand and successfully passed through the hole again.
"Teacher!" Yin Le looked at Qin Yao with joy, "I suddenly find that darts are quite nice."
