After reading the wisdom crystallization of the ancients, it’s officially time to eat, drink and have fun.
The first stop is the archery event that Yu Hui has been thinking about. Every time she sees the heroic appearance of archery athletes at sports events, she honestly thinks they are so handsome!
The shooting club here suddenly received orders from four cute new girls and took them very seriously. They specially sent two professional coaches, one male and one female, to guide them.
How to put it this way, because this sport requires proficiency. If you don’t learn the basic knowledge, the shooting experience will be very poor, and the probability of repurchase will be very low. Therefore, their industry pays special attention to the experience of newcomers.
The male coach explained the professional terms he would use next, such as the nocking point, string hook, and fixed point, as well as the easy-to-understand archery target and arrow tail. After introducing the professional terms, he began to point out each The items and actions that nouns correspond to.
At the same time, they also performed a standard shooting process in a formal posture, demonstrating and dismantling each action. At the same time, several people got their own bow and arrow sets and followed the instructor's example.
At this time, the female coaches began to appear. They adjusted their postures one by one, stood up straight, took out the arrow and stuck it on the nocking point, held the bow to hook the string, raised the bow to aim at the bull's eye, pulled the string, fixed the position, aimed, and shot.
Yu Hui was the first one to be guided in the test firing. She was a little nervous, but she followed her instructions little by little with the careful comfort of the female coach behind her.
"Stand upright with your head upright, pull it back, and stick it to your cheek...look at the target, yes! That's it! Shoot the arrow! Very good~ Don't bend your body, you can try it yourself."
Yu Hui shot two arrows and felt familiar. The tension in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace. Although he couldn't even hit the target with several arrows, his confidence suddenly exploded.
The corner of Yu Hui's mouth curled up slightly: "Look at me shooting ten rings with one arrow!"
"Buzz~ bang!"
"Ah! Ouch, it hurts!"
Yu Huile was so sad that she didn't notice that her standing posture had subconsciously leaned forward. The arrow in her hand missed and the bowstring rebounded and hit her who had crossed the line and fouled.
Yu Hui's face turned red in pain, and he immediately squatted on the ground, folding his hands across his chest. He wanted to rub the painful area but was too embarrassed to touch it.
"puff!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Yu Shuang and the others suddenly burst into laughter. They didn't want to laugh, but they really couldn't help it. This was too funny.
The female coach also chuckled a few times, looked at Yu Hui's bulging bestie with some envy, and comforted her softly:
"It's okay. This is a teaching bow with a very low weight. It is specially used to learn archery postures. It will only hurt for a while and it will be fine. There will be no wounds or anything."
Yu Hui felt it and found that it really didn't hurt much anymore. The sudden attack was actually more frightening than painful. He stood up and glared at the women bitterly. After being frightened, she also lost interest in archery.
Seeing how many people were having a great time there, Yu Hui thought about the social death incident just now and refused to say anything. The male coach shook his head, seeming to feel a pity.
After two hours of experience, several people happily sneaked into the pottery museum.
When we were children, almost everyone played in the mud, and then came home dirty and was scolded by their parents. Now that we have grown up, I never thought that we would have the opportunity to play in the mud, oh no! It should be called pottery~
When you walk into the pottery museum, what you will see is a dazzling array of clay handicrafts placed everywhere. Some are very beautifully made, while others look like they were made by novices, and they are all kinds of weird things.
Several people looked left and right, very curious about all the things they had never seen before, like four big babies.
Under the guidance of the staff, we walked into the inner courtyard, where there were already many tourists playing with mud balls on the small turntable.
After washing their gloves, they put on a small apron to prevent their clothes from getting dirty. They sat in a row and listened to the teacher's explanation.
The middle-aged man looked at the girls and smiled and said: "Time is limited, so I will teach you how to make the simplest clay product, a clay bowl! I will explain the basic steps to you clearly, and then I will show you a teaching video, and also If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime.”
"Ah! Let's make a bowl..."
Rita looked a little disappointed. She thought of a lot of exquisite crafts in her mind, but she never thought of bowls.
She probably forgot that she was a newbie, and it would be great if she could make a bowl. In fact, there was a high probability that she wouldn't be able to make a bowl at all.
Xiaoyu thought it was quite fun:
"The bowl is not bad either. It would be very meaningful if you could leave some words in it and then bake it as a souvenir."
"Yes, yes! I have been very good at crafts since I was a child. I will definitely do better than you this time. I can do this!"
Yu Hui seemed confident. She was really good at making things by hand when she was a child. She made paper lanterns and rubber-band-powered cars in a stylish way.
There are also origami clothes and small furniture that have been popular for a while. She is also very patient. She follows the pictures bit by bit and cuts the sticky tape to make them exactly the same. They are deeply loved by the girls in the class.
The teacher grabbed a ball of clay in his hand: "Look! This is clay, and it is also the raw material for making pottery. First of all, we must ensure that the clay has a certain humidity, so that it can be easily shaped and the pottery made will look better. "
As the teacher spoke, he walked down with the clay and approached a few people: "Look, at the beginning, press the center and then..."
He explained seriously, turning around as he spoke. Several people were also listening attentively. Yu Hui looked at the handful of clay in the teacher's hand with a curious look on his face.
This was the first time she had seen soil of this color. Looking at the way it slowly changed shape in other people's hands, she knew it was very malleable.
"Do you understand?"
The teacher asked seriously. He really wanted to teach them how to make pottery. This straight-faced painting style looked inexplicably cute.
"I understand, I understand!" A few people didn't care whether they understood or not, and just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Seeing that everyone understood, the teacher continued his teaching: "Okay, when we are almost done, we will put it on the roulette wheel and spin it, and then..."
"Well... you guys try it first and turn your experience into something real. I will be here to help you answer your questions."
Several people nodded repeatedly, and Yu Hui, who had been drowsy after hearing this, suddenly became energetic. He received his own clay and started rubbing it excitedly.
The clay was cold and a little sticky in his hands. Yu Hui followed the steps taught by the clay teacher and kneaded the clay into a ball. He poked holes in the middle with his fingers and slowly expanded it around.
Yu Hui didn't lie. She did have some talents in handicrafts. The bowl was made in a decent way. Although it didn't look very smooth, it was okay.
Rita was kneading the clay at her small table, but she couldn't figure it out. It would turn into an olive shape and then into a tumbler shape, which made her restless.
Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything else with the mud in her hand. She could only glance around with her beautiful eyes. When she caught a glimpse of the serious Yu Hui, her eyes suddenly lit up.
At this time, Yu Hui was slowly trimming the thickness of the mouth of the bowl. His delicate, palm-sized face was full of seriousness, and his cheeks were very round because of his tightly pursed pink lips. Rita's hands were itching to watch.
Many male tourists around also peeked at a few people from time to time, but the consequences were not good. Those who came out to play were usually families together, or they were couples.
So when I saw four young beauties coming in, my heart went off. Women are naturally very sensitive to this aspect.
As soon as you carefully observe the eyes of your husband or boyfriend, you will immediately catch him. If you give him a gentle reminder, the hot-tempered young lady will immediately pinch you. The atmosphere has always been weird.
The more Rita looks at Yu Hui, the softer her heart becomes. She has heard a saying that serious men are the most handsome. Now Rita feels that serious girls are also particularly beautiful.
