"Then, before you take the bow, please be sure to put on your finger guards. The coach pulled out two beeswax-colored wrenches and stuffed them both.

"Is this a finger guard?" Feng Yifei looked at the wrench in his hand suspiciously, and then looked at the coach, "I thought it would be a glove or something."

The coach smiled, raised his hand, and showed him the tortoiseshell wrench on his thumb:

Because what I'm going to teach you is the traditional 'Mongolian style', which is different from the 'Mediterranean style' used in competition, which was invented by Westerners, and ours is handed down by our ancestors. ”

This coach with braided hair is very fascinating, not only can the two of them obediently "listen to the class", but even Jin Yefeng, Xu Xiaoya and Cheng Qingkai, who are standing on the side, stand upright without saying a word.

"Remember, the convex side of the finger guard should be facing the direction of the tiger's mouth...... "The coach said as he showed everyone how to wear his fingers.

After seeing that both of them were properly wearing their finger guards, he continued to ask, "Neither of you are left-handed, are you?"

The two shook their heads, and the interesting thing was that the three people who were listening in the back also shook their heads in unison.

"That's good, generally speaking, the left hand holds the bow, the right hand holds the arrow, our bow has an arrow platform, which is more conducive to aiming, but the posture must not be slack!"

The coach demonstrated to the two of them and put on the correct posture of archery with a bow, and the two of them saw it in their hearts and learned it one after another.

He also highlighted the technique of setting up the arrow, which is the so-called "Mongolian style", and the feathered arrow in his hand is like a sheep, meekly leaning on his wrench:

"The right-hand posture of the string is also important: to pull the string with the thumb, and always remember that the first joint of the thumb should not be bent so that the finger guard does not fall off, and the tail of the arrow should be stuck in the sockets of the thumb and forefinger. ”

"Also, when aiming, it is best to hold the arrow with your left hand, and hold the arrow handle tightly with your right hand and hold the string against it, which is more stable, and it will be smoother and safer for beginners. ”

Under the professional guidance of the coach, Xiaofei quickly entered the state, and he didn't know what stimulated their adrenaline, and even the coach nodded from time to time, praising the two for their good qualifications and seriousness.

The two of them chose the easy-to-learn "horizontal bow lift", the height of the center of the bow is at the level of the jaw, and the instructor also told them that it is better to pull the string to touch the lips.

"When aiming, try to connect your eyes with the crosshair and the bull's-eye in a straight line, and look at the back of the arrow handle with your right eye, that is to say, you should look at the arrow from the back of the arrow, so that the arrow thrown out is not biased!"

The coach unreservedly told the two of them what he knew, and it was indeed not easy to accept such a large amount of information in such a short time.

Jin Yefei's learning ability is really strong, and under the careful guidance of the coach, he quickly mastered the essentials, and after he felt that he was ready, he decisively released an arrow.

Unfortunately, the strength and speed were not enough, and the arrow fell to the ground before it reached the target.

Although he didn't touch the target, he still received applause from the coach: "Not bad, not bad, the first arrow can shoot so far, sure enough, Huigen is good!"

Praised by the coach, Jin Yefei glanced back at Jin Yefeng happily, she really showed an extremely admiring expression, and stretched out a thumbs up at him.

Jin Yefei was even more proud, and he didn't forget to glance at Feng Yifei with contempt.

At this time, Feng Yifei didn't have time to deal with Jin Yefei, because he also released his first arrow, who would have thought, the arrow flew over the arrow target with a "whoosh", and Feng Yifei himself screamed "whoosh".

I saw him covering his left arm, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell visibly to the ground.

Jin Yefeng ran faster than an arrow, and instantly came to Feng Yifei's side: "Da Fei, what's wrong with you, are you injured?"

She anxiously wanted to check his left arm, but because the white cotton armor on his body was too thick, there was no way to pull it apart or take it off, so she was anxious.

Originally, Cheng Qingkai and Lao Wang also wanted to rush over as soon as possible, but were stopped by the coach:

"You're moving too quickly, too hard, and you've been flicked by the bowstring, it doesn't matter! Next time, pay attention, don't put your left arm too close to the face of the bow, fortunately you are wearing cotton armor, otherwise it is easy to be injured. ”

"But he's already injured, and it's still hurting like this......" Jin Yefeng hugged Feng Yifei, as uncomfortable as if he had been bounced, "Da Fei, how are you, do you want to take a break?"

"Hmph, a manly man, it hurts like this when he is flicked, and he has to hide behind a girl, it's really weak!"

Jin Yefei snorted coldly, showing his unspeakable jealousy, and said ugly things as best he could, disgusting Feng Yifei.

Feng Yifei couldn't hear what he meant, but pretended to be deaf, he gritted his teeth, smiled bitterly, raised his head and said to Jin Yefeng: "I'm fine, it's just a small accident!"

"You're in a cold sweat in pain, and your face is pale, are you really okay? And this doesn't win the house, doesn't win the land, what kind of life is playing, you don't have to pay attention to him......"

Of course, Jin Yefeng also understood what Jin Yefei meant, but she didn't know about the competition between the two people, what she was worried about was Feng Yifei's body, and he had shed so much blood just now.

"Silly girl, for you, what kind of is this little......"

Feng Yifei's heart felt the resonance of Jin Yefeng's sadness, he smiled knowingly, stroked her head again, and secretly said something in her ear.

What Jin Yefeng's ears felt was his scratchy breath, itching to the point that she had goosebumps all over her body, so that she had to push him away, and said angrily:

"It's about me, don't keep taking me seriously!"

"Yes, any sports injury is inevitable, if you want to do something big, you will be coquettish with your girlfriend, but you can't practice anything well in your life!"

All kinds of "experienced" coaches saw the clue at a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not ......"

Before Jin Yefeng finished speaking, he was snatched by Jin Yefei, he looked indignant, and he couldn't bear Feng Yifei's behavior of flirting with "other people's girlfriends" at every opportunity:

"Coach, you misunderstood, she's my girlfriend!"

The coach looked at the three people in depth again, sensitively perceived the relationship between them, and was instantly relieved:

"We shouldn't dwell on this problem, or we should solve the aiming problem in front of us first!"

He walked up to Jin Yefei first and patted him on the shoulder:

"Your problem is that the extension of the bow arm and the adduction of the shoulder blade of the bow arm when pulling the bow are not enough, you are trying too hard!"

Then, he turned to Feng Yifei's left side and pinched his left arm:

"You're too yourself, so hard, look at you, your muscles are stiff!"

Both of them were impressed by the coach's sharp eyes, and they also knew what their problems were, so they kept silent and practiced more diligently.

After practicing until the sun was in the west, the posture of the two of them raising their arrows and drawing their bows was already the same, and many of the arrows released by the sand also landed accurately on the targets that the coach considered to be used by beginners.

Xu Xiaoya and Cheng Qingkai had already fallen asleep on the chairs behind them, and even snored, while Jin Yefeng and Lao Wang kept staring intently at the two who practiced archery.

Of course, there are also bodyguards who don't know where to hide, and this time Lao Wang really doesn't dare to slack off......

The coach also taught them tirelessly, and never rested, perhaps moved by the persistence and persistence of the two people!

"Okay, both of you have practiced very well, and the basic posture is also very solid, the next thing to practice is accuracy, first remember the mantra - three words: steady, accurate, ruthless!"

After listening to the coach's words, he almost made Jin Yefeng, who had just drunk a sip of water, squirt out: "Steady, accurate, ruthless"?

Forehead...... Isn't it, that day in the classroom, Feng Yifei told her the kissing formula......

"Miss Jin, what's wrong with you?" Lao Wang looked worriedly at Jin Yefeng, who rarely made such gaffes.

"I'm fine......" Jin Yefeng wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but secretly raise his head and glance at Feng Yifei.

Sure enough, Feng Yifei was looking at her with a meaningful smile, needless to say, he was also touched by this "mantra", he must know why she squirted this saliva.

Jin Yefeng hurriedly ran away from his gaze, but he couldn't escape the fate of his facial capillary congestion.

Although Jin Yefei didn't know the secret of the two of them, he noticed the unusual atmosphere and couldn't help but furrow his brows.

The coach, who is the "culprit", ignored this sensitive fluctuation and continued to explain:

"When I say stability, I mean stability, there must be a stabilization process after the bow is raised, which depends on the stability of both arms, and in the process of opening the bow, it is necessary to continue to maintain this stability, which is the basis of accuracy!"

"Accurate, it means that the distance should be accurate, and the force used should complement each other, and the so-called ruthlessness is to boldly and decisively draw the bow and scatter. ”

"When opening the bow, there should be no worries in the mind, when spreading, as long as you think you are aiming, you must also be decisive, when you are ruthless, you are ruthless, the ancients 'open the bow in anger', there is also this meaning. ”

"I see!"

The coach's explanation was unanimously approved by Xiao Fei, and even Jin Yefeng, who was sitting in the chair, nodded with relief, as if he had ruled out something.

"The theory is easy to understand, but the practical operation depends on your own experience!"

The coach still wanted the two of them to continue practicing, but Lao Wang hoped that his precious young master could rest for a while, and immediately trotted over with the water in his arms.

"Young master, you can rest for a while, you haven't drunk water for several hours, seeing that you are sweating so much, what if you are dehydrated?"

Not to mention that it's okay, being reminded by Lao Wang like this, Feng Yifei suddenly felt that his throat was about to smoke.

But he accidentally saw that Jin Yefeng actually walked to Jin Yefei's side, and handed the sports kettle in his hand to the little rabbit cub.

What's even more infuriating is that Jin Yefei actually glanced at him defiantly, and raised his head triumphantly and drank.

Feng Yifei angrily pushed away the sports kettle in Lao Wang's hand, and shouted to himself:

"I don't want this, I want to drink Coke!"

"You're sweating so much and drinking carbonated drinks, it's like death! Do you have any common sense and claim to be a race car driver!"

As soon as he heard this, Jin Yefeng really glared at him angrily, and even snickered with Jin Yefei disdain.

"Hmph, it's better to die, anyway, no one cares about my life or death, just let me sweat and die, and finally die!"

Feng Yifei took off his helmet and fell to the ground angrily, with his legs crossed, his hands on his chest, and his butt sitting on the spot, looking like he was waiting for death.