Gao Xiaowei didn't feel anything was wrong at all. His heart was slightly sore and was instantly covered with great joy.
It's true, it's true, it's true...
The incense of 'Refining Lies into Truth' he received could indeed turn his lies into facts.
Before today, he still had more doubts in his heart, always feeling that it was just a prank.
But fate treated him too little, and he wanted to change his destiny too much. Even if it was just a prank, what if he just gave it a try?
The worst it can do is lose face once and be laughed at.
Wasn't he ridiculed enough?
Isn’t this smooth, isn’t this great? Fate was indeed favoring him.
"Ah, damn!"
Gao Xiaowei watched indifferently as Zhao Zhiyang, the sports committee member of Class 5, struggled to get up from the ground and squeezed his sore arm.
It is said that Zhao Zhiyang has been learning archery for more than three years and was a member of the youth archery team in junior high school.
It was just a fall, no big deal.
Gao Xiaowei lowered his eyebrows, thinking of the words he had seen on the Internet and forums recently.
Those people say that even if there is a real thing in the world, the method of "making it true" is not what people want, and it must be self-interested at the expense of others.
The moment Gao Xiaowei saw those incense, he knew instinctively that they were not good things.
The ancestor who left him the ancestral precepts also said that he kept these things for his own selfish reasons. He knew that these things would harm people, but he still kept them. He just hoped that future generations would have a way out when they were forced to do so.
Gao Xiaowei sneered inwardly.
He remembered once reading a sentence in a book: God does not take what he wants, but he suffers the consequences.
This is the truth at all times in the world, if a person does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.
If the ancestors had taken advantage of these incense earlier, perhaps he would have been protected by the ancestors, and he would not be like this now.
But it's okay, the ancestors are useless, and they just give him an advantage.
He would not be so stupid that he would worry about others instead of thinking about himself.
What does it have to do with whether others will suffer?
These people had neither given him a penny nor a bite of food, so it was his turn to worry?
When he gives it a try, this fragrance will be harmless to him. He wants overwhelming wealth, he wants boundless power, he wants the world to bow before him, and he wants his beloved girl to love him wholeheartedly.
Gao Xiaowei's mind was filled with thoughts.
"What you think in your head will not succeed."
Suddenly, a small voice came to his ears. He was startled and turned his head suddenly to look around. In the direction where the voice came from, there were students who were gnashing their teeth and competing with bows and arrows.
who is it?
Gao Xiaowei looked around cautiously
The two students next to him originally wanted to ask him for advice, but when they met his eyes, they were shocked and walked away quickly.
Taking a deep breath, Gao Xiaowei thought to himself, stay steady, stay steady, don't panic, maybe it's an illusion?
Not far away, Jia Junhao was sitting inconspicuously on the hillside. While controlling the arrow target, he weakly reported to Mr. Qiao: "Mr. Qiao, I want a salary increase."
Even he was so frightened just now that his heart was beating.
"This job of yours doesn't seem to be something that can only be done with two hundred thousand dollars."
Jia Junhao sighed inwardly. He should have known earlier that Mr. Qiao really couldn't take advantage of him.
"When Gao Xiaowei tried shooting just now, among the students who were shooting at the same time as him, all the students who were a little bit capable either almost sprained their feet, or were blinded by the wind and sand, and one almost hit his head on a nail."
"I always feel that if I hadn't helped Gao Xiaowei by manipulating the target, these students would have been seriously injured instead of simply losing their minds."
"It's not easy to control the target. I originally thought it would be good if I could succeed two or three times out of ten, but I never failed. It seemed like heaven and earth were working together."
As soon as Jia Junhao said this, his hair stood on end.
Qiao Qing smiled: "Where's Ah Qing?"
Jia Junhao rolled his eyes, but smiled and said: "Fortunately, she is here and can wash my eyes."
"It's just that our student Mu is still as frustrating as ever."
Perhaps most people can't truly understand the magic of Classmate Mu, but he is different.
He followed his master when he was still completely ignorant. He spent no more than seven hours a day eating and sleeping, and spent the rest of the time training.
To temper the body and temper the spirit, Master said that if people like him want to survive and live well, they have to work hard.
Even if he is talented enough, he is what the big guys say, a person with destiny, an elite human being who was carefully polished by Nuwa when she created humans, and he can learn everything three points faster than others, but he is what he is today. It took the boring days to grind it out day by day, grinding off the skin, grinding off the flesh, grinding off the blood and sweat, breaking down countless times, wanting to give up countless times, and finally achieved something, enough to be proud of.
Where is classmate Mu?
A person's hard work in one day cannot be said to be better than his own in a year.
Jia Junhao looked at her from a distance, looking at her arms and hands. From unfamiliar to familiar, the bow and arrow gradually grew on her body.
Making progress every moment.
Once she made a mistake, she would never make it again. Once she learns something, she seems to never forget it and can use it flexibly in an instant.
Jia Junhao thought about the price he had paid to become who he is now, and then looked at Classmate Mu, and he deeply realized the differences between people.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
The students arrived at the training ground again.
The waves are rippling on the lake. The weather is not bad today. There is no strong wind. There is a gentle breeze and it is not too cool.
Instructor Li smiled and said: "Good luck to you. Come on, boys will go to the east and girls will go to the west. Unless you want to give up, you will have to go up. No one can escape."
The students held their breath, and many of them had weak legs.
"Die, die!"
A few students from No. 1 Middle School gritted their teeth and went on recklessly.
This long rope is actually not thin. As long as you are not nervous, you can still stand. But as soon as you step on it, you can hear wind and thunder in the distance, and arrows falling like rain.
Mu Qingyun squinted, watched carefully, and muttered something.
Zhou Han glanced at her and whispered: "Mu Qingyun is also scared."
"What does she think archery is? She can climb up a tree or climb a wall, just because she thinks she can still be in the limelight this time? She was so arrogant at the time, but it's fine now, and it caused our Class 9 Feng Ping to be killed."
“Those students in No. 1 Middle School laugh when they see us these days!”
Liu Fang snorted angrily.
However, there were two fools in her dormitory. They thought that Mu Qingyun had a great temperament and dared to speak and act. When talking to them, they couldn't say anything.
At this time, a sudden gust of wind and sand blew over his face. Mu Qingyun tied up his hair, lifted the arrow basket on the ground and put it on his back. He held a crossbow in his left hand and a crossbow in his right hand, and climbed onto the long rope in two steps.
As soon as Mu Qingyun appeared on the long rope, the formation of the instructors on the opposite side suddenly became chaotic.
This group of instructors had been standing still, chatting and laughing, but now they were instantly scattered on the mountain top like splashed water.
As soon as they dispersed, the instructors felt as if they had been given a shot of blood. The frequency of shooting suddenly tripled, and the arrow rain was rapid and sudden.
Mu Qingyun's speed seemed to be faster than the arrow. He was running on the long rope. When he met someone in front of him, he turned to one side or crouched down to pull the long rope. His body was swayed in the air, frightening several people on the long rope. The students were like frozen rabbits, afraid to move.
Liu Fang and Zhou Han were stunned, swallowing the words in their mouths and choking several times.
After a long while, Zhou Han whispered: "This is not about who runs faster and whoever scores more points."
As he spoke, arrows from Mu Qingyun's crossbows flew out one after another.
This crossbow is more than ten times faster than the speed of shooting arrows, and it has twenty rings.
"The score worked."
"The score worked."
"..."
"The score worked."
Mu Qingyun's body kept hearing the sound of hitting.
Zhou Han closed his mouth again.
They didn't say anything. Many of the boys were stunned: "No, cheating. Why do girls have crossbows? Can crossbows be used?"
Even Liu Fang, who didn't like Mu Qingyun, didn't object to this.
Wang Mengmeng said angrily: "You can't see it. There is a basement in the dormitory, and the equipment in it can be used. Even if you are shot with a dart, it will count."
