Chapter 82

Fu tingman asked in confusion Isn't school grass good-looking to be? "

Fu's one hand copy pocket, lips hook out a frivolous arc, "probably someone looks ugly, want to be beautiful."

Although he never cares about the false name of school grass, he will never let other men become school grass and her side by side.

Cheng Yang was gas to the deformation, vicious grinding teeth, "OK, then we'll see."

The success or failure of archery competition is calculated by the number of rings in which an athlete hits the target. The closer the arrow hits the target, the higher the number of rings.

The referee gave everyone ten haircuts, one by one.

None of the students who participated in archery had learned it, and the results were terrible.

When it was Cheng Yang's turn, he won a prize for his professional bow drawing posture.

First of all, he made an arrow at the heart for a while!

I have to say, in archery, Cheng Yang is really good at archery. No one in the school has surpassed him in this score.

In the amazing exclamation of the girls, he shot the last hairpin confidently and finally got a good score of 88 rings.

"Yes, Mr. Cheng." The referee thumbs up, "worthy of being a professional Archer, this result can participate in the National Archery trials."

Cheng Yang played enough handsome, modestly said, "just hit it casually."

He glanced at Fu Kai and wanted to appreciate the other party's angry reaction. However, Fu Wei didn't even look at him, playing with Fu's horse tail.

Until the referee whistled, Fu Wei took out a pair of bows and arrows from the side shelf, and quietly went to the launching area to prepare.

Cheng Yang sneered, "it's true that you have never seen the world. You can't even hold a bow and arrow. Shooting like this is an insult to archery."

Fu listened to frown, "you are the most talkative person I've ever seen. Don't your family bother you?"

Cheng Yang

Success choked black face, see the referee has whistled, he had to shut up and wait to see Fu Wei humiliated.

At this time, other areas of the project are over, many people gathered around to watch archery.

I saw a cold and rebellious young man standing at the starting point, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, slightly raised his arm, and his muscle strength was pounding up, and he was full of a spirit.

Brush -

at the moment when the arrow feather is sent out, the referee's face is full of complexity, " Fu, you missed the target

Fu Pei casually points the chin, and is not hit by this result.

"I'm not wrong. Did Fu miss the target?"

"What's so surprising? Uncle Fu has never learned archery."

"But no matter how bad he is, he's too retarded."

The disappointed voice of the girls came over, and the tears of Cheng Yang's smile came out. He felt that the anger he had received on the day of shot put was all returned, "Fu Pei, aren't you very confident? How can I beat you with my eyes closed? "

Fu listened to Fu Fu's hand a handkerchief, worried, "Dad, can't you shoot an arrow?"

"No Fu Kai wiped his sweat, but he was still tired and lazy.

Fu listened to Wen Sheng and said, "no, it doesn't matter. Even if you lose, you are the best!"

"And won?" Fu Pei licked the corner of his mouth and tilted his head.

Fu listened to have no voice, Cheng Yang on the way of ridicule, "the results have been very obvious, you can't win me, do not want to disgrace, or admit defeat as soon as possible."

Fu Pei ignored his ridicule, but seriously gazed at Fu for a few seconds. He laughed with a bandit, "listen, I won, promise me a condition."

Fu listened and nodded subconsciously.

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