Chapter 857： Coach, you really look up to me

The other people left one after another, and she was the only one in the huge practice area.

The whole room was lonely, and she continued to practice with determination and non-stop from her back.

Hearing the sound from the archery area, several coaches who were about to leave after discussing the training plan stopped and pushed open the door.

There was a whizzing sound in the air.

The bullseyes are all small holes left after being shot through by arrows, and most of them are at the positions of eight rings, nine rings and ten rings.

"Clap clap-"

Coach Liu Xian, Coach Huang Jun, and a few others clapped their hands, and the crisp sound made Yan Zhixu who was practicing stopped.

She put down the bow and arrow in her hand, turned around with a steady breath and said hello politely, "Hello, coaches."

Sweat was dripping from his smooth forehead, and he raised his hand to wipe off the sweat naturally.

The head coach Liu Xian looked at the person in front of him amiably and said in a persuasive manner.

"The distance of your archery is only 15 meters. In the official competition, there are 30 meters, 50 meters and 70 meters."

"But I don't think this 15-meter distance is challenging for you. Would you like to try a farther distance?"

Huang Jun could see that this guy just saw that Yan Zhixu was talented, and wanted to test how deep the water was and how far his greatest potential could be.

Coach Huang also joined in the lobbying, "Would you like to give it a try? It's okay if the shooting results are not good, just treat it as a brand new experience."

Seeing the two coaches who were not too young staring at him expectantly, Yan Zhixu laughed lightly.

"Okay, then try it."

After speaking, he bent down and picked up the bow, stepped forward to take off the arrows that hit the bullseye, stepped aside, and waited for the coaches to measure the distance.

The coach measured the distance, and it was a 30-meter range as soon as he came up. At the same time, the arrows also increased from three to five.

"The coach looks up to me."

Yan Zhixu raised her eyebrows, walked to the position of the ray and stood up. Her legs were naturally shoulder-width apart. The legs were beautiful and perfect, slender and well-proportioned, and the exposed feet were bare and delicate.

She lowered her head and took out an arrow and placed it on the arrow rest, with a single-colored feather toward herself, and the nock slot was fastened to the bowstring buckle.

Buckle the string with three fingers, raise the bow close to the chin, and make a straight line with the target.

"It's a good seedling."

Although the arrow hadn't been fired yet, head coach Liu Xian's eyes already showed satisfaction and praise.

Huang Jun also showed his approval, with a smile, he agreed with his words, "Indeed, very talented."

Just as the two were talking, the tightly clasped arrow rushed out swiftly, and in just a few seconds, even everyone's hearts were hanging high.

"Whoosh-"

The sharp arrow fell on the bullseye.

Eight rings in the red zone!

"pretty!"

Another coach who was watching couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement, and at the same time there was still a little bit of regret in his eyes, and it was the proper nine rings that could almost touch the line.

But it is also very good. If the eighth ring at a distance of 30 meters has been playing steadily, it is the level of a stable national team active second-level athlete.

"..."

Yan Zhixu pursed his lips slightly, his expression remained as usual, and continued to draw an arrow and put it on the bow.

He has a good mentality, no sorrow or joy, and always maintains a calm like water, which is quite a prize-winning demeanor.

"Whoosh-"

"Second arrow, seven rings."

"Whoosh-"

"The third arrow, the seventh ring."

"Whoosh-"

"The fourth arrow, the sixth ring."

...

Only the swish of archery was left in the venue, and there were also loud male voices reporting results.

In the blink of an eye, only the last arrow was left, and it was also a crucial one.

Yan Zhixu lightly blinked his eyelashes, took a deep breath, and raised the blue bow in his hand, with a serious aura surrounding his body.

She loosened her fingers.

"Whoosh-"

The sharp arrow flew out and went straight to the bullseye.