For Huo Xiuyuan's accosting and flattery, Murong Qiao didn't have the slightest desire to talk.

The two of them were cold and hot, and there was faint laughter around them, as if they were mocking Huo Xiuyuan.

"I don't know if I have the honor of being Miss Murong's teacher." Huo Xiuyuan still had an annoying smile on his face.

He even handed a bow and arrow in front of Murong Qiao, with a little urgency in his movements, as if he was eager to prove it.

Murong Qiao was impatient to refuse, but he saw a large hand with distinct bones, slender and extremely familiar, reaching out in front of him, snatching the bow and arrow, and holding it in his hand with strong and unquestionable strength.

"You-" Huo Xiuyuan was in a displeased.

But when he saw the man who had taken the bow and arrow, his voice was muted again.

I saw Huo Yichen with a cold face, the corners of his lips hooked up and stood between him and Murong Qiao, the light in his eyes was so cold that it seemed to condense into ice, which made Huo Xiuyuan's heart tighten.

"What level can I be a teacher now?" Huo Yichen looked at him.

Obviously, there was no sense of oppression, but Huo Xiuyuan was in a cold sweat when he looked at Huo Yichen's backlit eyes.

Huo Xiuyuan put away his smile, and his face turned cold. "What do you mean?"

"Say you're unworthy." Huo Yichen picked out, "Don't understand?" ”

As soon as he walked here, he saw Huo Xiuyuan coming to Murong Qiao's side, and his heart was already on a higher level because of Jiang Weiyang's irritability.

Huo Xiuyuan's face turned purple when Huo Yichen said, and the disgust and dissatisfaction with him in his heart were suddenly aroused.

"Bibi?" He snorted and took another bow and arrow.

What qualifications does the wild seed who came home halfway have to say that he is not worthy?

Huo Yichen bowed his head and agreed to the game.

Huo Xiuyuan's request for the competition happened to mean that he planned to teach the other party a lesson.

As soon as Murong Qiao came back to her senses, she saw that Huo Yichen had agreed to compete with Huo Xiuyuan, she subconsciously stretched out her hand, and her fingertips were pinched by Huo Yichen's dry and warm palm.

"Wait until I'm done." Huo Yichen said softly.

Murong Qiao nodded and glanced at Huo Xiuyuan, who had already walked to the side, but he didn't mean to worry about this game.

The two sons of the Huo family were going to compete, and the news quickly spread among the people.

Huo Yichen and Huo Xiuyuan each chose a place to stand, and more and more people around them followed.

"I-" Huo Xiuyuan wanted to say let Huo Yichen go first.

Huo Yichen spoke one step faster, "You first." ”

He was looking for a feel at the moment, trying to pull the bowstring, and the words he said couldn't be more casual, and his whole body was full of four big words of victory.

Before he could say anything, he was blocked back, and Huo Xiu saw that his words were preempted by Huo Yichen, and secretly glared at him, laughing angrily.

"Of course." Huo Xiuyuan sneered.

He didn't care first, he just gave Huo Yichen a dismount.

Huo Xiuyuan's movements were a little hurried, the arrow hit the bowstring, and he shot out before everyone could see it clearly.

The sound of hitting the target sounded.

"Eight rings." The person acting as the referee reports the number.

It's not a bad result, Huo Xiuyuan smiled, in fact, if he hadn't been impatient just now, the result should have been nine rings.

This was followed by Huo Yichen's round.

Under the gaze of everyone, he unhurriedly wound the arrow, and the black and neat bow slowly filled with the exerted force, like a full moon.

His posture is standard, and his archery gloves are holding the bowstring at the right time to release it instantly.

Phew-

Hit the bullseye perfectly.

"Ten rings."

Huo Xiuyuan's face darkened, and he subconsciously decided that Huo Yichen was shit luck.

So this time he shot two arrows in quick succession.

"Nine rings, nine rings." Someone reported the results.

Huo Xiuyuan listened, and his face was about to show a little smugness, when he saw Huo Yichen also shoot two arrows.

“…… Two Ten Rings. The voice of the person who reported the results was full of amazement.

Many people around also looked at Huo Yichen, with a hint of admiration and curiosity in their eyes, and a low voice of discussion sounded.

The young master who was able to come to the archery hall for this banquet knew a little bit about archery even if she didn't know it, so she couldn't help but be amazed when she saw Huo Yichen's achievements.

Jiang Weiyang, who heard that there was a competition, also happened to see Huo Yichen's two ten-ring results.

Her almost irrepressible heartbeat was a little faster, Looking at Huo Yichen's slender back in the field, the appearance of shooting arrows calmly and neatly made her face hot.

"It's your turn." Huo Yichen reminded.

They set a match of 10 arrows, and in the end the winner was decided by the total number of rings, and now there are seven arrows.

Huo Xiuyuan didn't look at him, only shook off coldly, "I don't need you to remind me." ”

Ten rings three times in a row, the pressure on Huo Xiuyuan increased, and he took a deep breath and warned himself in his heart that he couldn't lose to Huo Yichen.

Two arrows were fired.

"Ten rings twice."

Perhaps it was the extraordinary performance brought by the pressure that made Huo Xiuyuan hit the bullseye one after another.

But the pressure came one after another, and Huo Yichen was also two ten rings.

"Five times left, let's do it together." Huo Yichen was impatient.

He came to the banquet this time for Murong Qiao, not to waste time with Huo Xiuyuan in this kind of way.

He shook his gloved hand, and the bow and arrow hung casually at his side, as if he were talking about something to eat later.

Didn't take this game seriously at all.

Huo Xiuyuan intuitively felt this from Huo Yichen.

"Okay, let's decide the winner in one game." Huo Xiuyuan agreed.

The pace of the game suddenly accelerated.

Huo Xiuyuan was stimulated by the pressure and scored three times with ten rings and two nine rings, which can be called outstanding.

"I feel so strong, who do you think can win?"

"Maybe Huo Yichen? He had been ten rings before. ”

"But the next five times he won't make a mistake?"

Listening to the whispered discussions around him, Murong Qiao's gaze fell on Huo Yichen in front of him.

Under her gaze, Huo Yichen took down the arrow, and because of the close distance, Murong Qiao could even see the close-fitting shirt outlining the bulging lines of the muscles on his forearm when his arm exerted force.

It is not exaggerated, with his posture of standing sideways ready to shoot arrows and his thin waist.

It looks so good, she even feels a hot nasal cavity.

Murong Qiao just wanted to stagger his eyes and suppress the sudden extra thoughts in his mind, but his gaze caught Huo Yichen's lips lightly opening one step faster.

[I will win.] 】

She leaned back on her lips and read what he had said.

The sound of breaking through the air then rang out sharply, and there was no doubt that the hit could only be in the middle of the target.

Huo Yichen's movements did not stop, and the next few arrows were silky and smooth.

“…… All 10 rings. The voice of the person who reported the results trembled.

The audience fell silent the moment the results were announced.

Huo Xiuyuan's eyes widened, looking at Huo Yichen's achievements in disbelief, the bow and arrow were held tightly by him, and the powerful fingertips completely lost their blood.

In fact, from the very beginning, from the beginning of his first eight rings, he was already a definite defeat.

Huo Yichen only put down his bow and arrows lightly, took off his gloves and put them aside, and turned around to find Murong Qiao.

But the headache-inducing figure appeared in front of him again, blocking Huo Yichen's way.

"You're stronger than I expected." Jiang Weiyang spoke. "Let's play."

The emotion in her eyes can be called fanatical, her eyes looked at Huo Yichen directly, and the enthusiasm in her tone doubled compared to just now.

Murong Qiao, who was going to wait for Huo Yichen to come to him, also saw the girl named Jiang Weiyang.

She subconsciously felt displeased with the interested light in Jiang Weiyang's eyes, especially when Jiang Weiyang's target was Huo Yichen.

Murong Qiao felt a little surprised in his heart, and just as he wanted to raise his feet to go over, he heard Huo Yichen's voice sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to find my girlfriend."

(End of chapter)