The Ambidextrous Left-Hander Cultivated After Tomorrow

“It was me who threw it!”

“What’s wrong?”

Chen Jue turned and glanced at the female coach who had just pushed open the door.

Her figure was truly striking.

She stood around 165 centimeters, with curves in all the right places and an upright posture. The most eye-catching part was her outfit: a tight sports top that revealed a hint of her abdomen and matching workout leggings. Her exposed skin glowed with a healthy bronze, and the sharp lines of her abs were clearly visible, showing off a nearly perfect physique.

With such a flawless body as a backdrop, her otherwise average face, barely a six out of ten, immediately rose a few notches, attaining the allure of a true beauty.

Her large eyes fixed unwaveringly on Chen Jue, making his heart pound even though he was almost thirty and a lifelong homebody.

Oh no!

This must be what it feels like to fall for someone!

No wonder they say gyms are full of beautiful women—a body like hers could easily add two or three points to anyone’s looks.

“I just finished my class and heard some noise over here.”

“I actually bought the darts for this lounge myself. I’ve never seen anyone use them, so I got curious and came to have a look!” The female coach smiled and introduced herself.

Her name was Lin Ling, a personal trainer at EasyFit Gym and an amateur dart enthusiast.

When Chen Jue heard she was a member of Hangzhou International Darts Club, his expression shifted. “Is that the club run by Zhu Hongbin?”

“You know Mr. Zhu?”

“That’s odd! I know all the members in the club, but I haven’t seen you in our group chat!” Lin Ling looked surprised, clearly not expecting this.

Chen Jue briefly recounted how he’d accidentally run into old Zhu, who had given him some tips on throwing darts.

Of course, he intentionally left out the location—Jingtanghui—since chatting with a pretty girl was hardly the time to mention places known for spas and massages. Better to stay a little reserved and make a good impression.

“I see!”

“Mr. Zhu is very approachable and often gives us club members advice.”

“And he’s a natural lefty—very dexterous, and his throws are always steady and precise! He’s even won major prizes at international competitions. He’s amazing!” Lin Ling’s face showed both realization and clear admiration.

Her words made it obvious she held Zhu Hongbin in high regard.

“A natural lefty?”

“Aren’t all lefties born that way?” Chen Jue asked, puzzled.

When he’d met Zhu Hongbin at Jingtanghui, the man had seemed to be scouting for young people who could throw darts with their left hand.

Now, hearing the term again, Chen Jue’s curiosity was piqued.

“Some lefties are self-taught!”

“Take me, for example. I wasn’t born left-handed, but my mom always told me that using my left hand would make me smarter, so I started holding chopsticks and doing homework with my left hand. I trained myself.” Lin Ling picked up two darts and threw them one after the other, first with her left hand, then her right.

Thud. Thud. Both darts struck the board.

The dart thrown with her left hand landed near the bullseye, while the right-handed one hit the edge.

Clearly, her left hand was more agile and powerful, making her throws more precise.

“Amazing!” Chen Jue couldn’t help but exclaim.

It was his first time seeing someone use both hands with such ease.

His recent left-handed dart skills had only come about through the help of the prompts on his stats panel, which guided him to correct his posture over time.

But to say his left hand was agile—not at all. If he had to write with his left hand, he probably couldn’t even hold the pen properly.

It occurred to him that the greatest power of the stats panel wasn’t just improving his abilities through leveling up.

Rather, it precisely corrected his movements, using continuous prompts to guide him to ideal technique.

For the average amateur starting from scratch, it would take hundreds of hours to reach this level.

But in just two days, Chen Jue had brought his dart skills up to amateur standard, as if he’d activated a double XP buff.

It was far better than hiring a personal trainer or even a gold-medal sparring partner.

“I haven’t practiced in a while, I’m a bit rusty…” Lin Ling muttered, glanced at her own results, then at the cluster of darts near the bullseye left by Chen Jue. She asked, “How many times can you hit the bullseye out of ten throws now?”

“Maybe three or four times,” Chen Jue said, scratching his head as he recalled his recent practice.

“Wow!”

“That’s about amateur level!”

“I’ve been a club member for two years, but I don’t go often. My skills are nowhere near yours—at best, I’m just a hobbyist.” Lin Ling described the Hangzhou darts club.

Most members were enthusiasts like her, with a dozen or so at the amateur level, like Chen Jue.

There were two professional players as well.

According to Lin Ling, there was a huge gap between professionals and amateurs.

In the hands of the pros, darts landed exactly where they wanted—any segment on the board, on command.

And in matches, victories came down to who made the first mistake.

“Are professionals really that good?”

“Hit any spot they want? That’s even more accurate than a bullet!” Chen Jue was stunned.

He’d never watched international darts before, but Lin Ling’s description, combined with his own experience, made it clear just how formidable the pros were.

It was truly awe-inspiring, almost terrifying.

“Come on, darts are for hitting boards, not people.”

“Besides, matches have a set distance—2.44 meters. How can you compare that to a bullet’s range? Watching too many martial arts dramas, I think!” Lin Ling chuckled softly.

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They chatted happily in the lounge for more than ten minutes. Once Chen Jue’s left hand had recovered a bit, they even had a friendly dart match.

When it was time for Lin Ling to coach her next client, the beautiful, sweet-voiced, and stunningly built lady finally said her goodbyes.

Fortunately, Chen Jue wasn’t clueless—he skillfully got her WeChat during their conversation, suggesting they could discuss darts and fitness together.

Lin Ling, working at EasyFit, rarely met another amateur player, so she accepted his request, marking the start of their acquaintance.

Afterward, Chen Jue spent over an hour practicing until his left hand went numb, raising his dart skill proficiency to 426 out of 2000, and then slowly made his way out of Wangdao Park.

Just as he reached the exit, a sleek black Mercedes coupe rolled up next to him from the parking lot.

The window lowered, revealing Lin Ling’s refined, attractive face.

“Chen, where do you live?”

“I just got off work. Want a lift if it’s on my way?” Lin Ling asked politely.

“No trouble at all! I live just up ahead in Changjiang Apartments—just a couple minutes’ walk,” Chen Jue replied, keeping things courteous.

He knew that if he’d been oblivious and just hopped in, she’d probably have deleted him from her contacts or even blocked him as soon as she got home.

Of course, with just one glance, Chen Jue recognized the car.

Working in an automotive finance company, there wasn’t a model on the market he didn’t know.

“Wow!”

“That’s a 2019 Mercedes GT-R—over two million with taxes!”

“She drives this to work at the gym?”

“Must be a rich heiress just here for the experience!”

Chen Jue realized his crush was probably wishful thinking.

Though she was the 392nd girl to make his heart flutter—counting all those saved in his Bilibili, Douyin, and Quark incognito favorites—at least this time he’d met her in real life and added her as a friend.

But the gap was just too wide—their worlds were nothing alike.

His entire salary likely wouldn’t even cover her car’s tire changes or a single round of maintenance.

...

“Time to go, time to go.”

“She’s way out of my league.”

Chen Jue waved as the GT-R sped off, then made his way to the apartment gate, where he received a text that made his spirits soar.

His order of 420 skipping stones had finally shipped, free delivery included!