Murong Ye choked in his chest.
Before he could reply, Ye Yunfeng drew out an arrow again and drew the bow string to full——
Seeing the arrow peak glowing with cold light, Murong Ye's eyelids twitched and he took half a step back almost subconsciously.
Ye Yunfeng curled his lips and turned around slowly, his shoulders straight like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.
Tsk-duh!
This arrow hit the bullseye!
The whole process went smoothly, and without even giving everyone time to react, they saw that he had already shot two arrows!
One arrow shot through Murong Ye's feathers, and one arrow landed firmly on the red heart of his own target!
Even from the beginning to the end, Ye Yunfeng did not do any unnecessary preparation or proofreading. He just raised his hand casually and accurately landed two arrows!
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
It was Ye Yunfeng who was the first to remind: "Assistant teacher, can this score be counted normally?"
"Ah?" The teaching assistant standing aside suddenly came to his senses, "Oh, oh, it should, it should be possible..."
It’s not like there have never been misses in the past, but now—
Qiao Zimo muttered absentmindedly: "This is not a miss. This is clearly tearing off Murong Ye's face, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it several times!"
I've seen people slapped in the face, but never so hard!
Who would have thought that this game, which everyone thought Murong Ye would win, would have such a dramatic scene!
Ye Yunfeng pinched his neck, glanced at the results recorded by the assistant coach, and asked casually: "They are all ten rings, is it a tie?"
Murong Ye felt as if he had been slapped again on his burning face.
In full view of everyone, how can this be considered a tie! This Ye Yunfeng clearly said that on purpose!
Ye Yunfeng glanced sideways at him.
"continue?"
…
Murong Ye no longer had any intention to continue.
He said coldly: "No need."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Ye Yunfeng stopped him: "We haven't decided the winner yet, so why don't we just compete?"
Murong Ye's chest was so tight that he almost exploded with anger.
He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
“Let’s compete in the second round!”
Ye Yunfeng raised his eyebrows, put away his bow, and ended the ceremony gracefully.
Qiao Zimo rushed forward to greet him, looking at him with eyes full of admiration.
"No, buddy, you can do it! Even Murong Ye is no match for you!"
Ye Yunfeng didn't take it seriously: "What's the point? I used to help my sister catch rabbits, and one arrow could skewer four."
Qiao Zimo: "Huh?"
Ye Yunfeng shook his head and tutted: "I can't help it, Sister A and Xiao Wu - no, Third Brother and I both like to eat roast rabbit."
At that time, they had nothing, it was freezing cold, and they almost starved to death, so they had no choice but to find some food in the forest wilderness.
Sister took him for a few trips, and he learned the lesson and caught all the rabbits within a radius of ten kilometers.
My sister is not good at other crafts, but she is really good at roasting rabbit...
After thinking about it, Ye Yunfeng smacked his mouth.
"I can't help it. Who gave us so many brothers and sisters?"
Qiao Zimo fell into silence.
So, just because there are four brothers and sisters who need to eat, they skewer four rabbits with one arrow?
Others study and train hard every day to achieve accuracy and strength, but you have it just to eat a roast rabbit?
"...You guys really know a lot." Qiao Zimo praised dryly.
Ye Yunfeng's lips curled up, with a hint of unabashed pride on his face: "That's because my sister is so awesome! She can do everything!"
"Ye Yunfeng?"
Feng Zhang arrived here at some unknown time.
The students stood up consciously and withdrew their various gazes at Ye Yunfeng.
"Lord Si Ye." Ye Yunfeng's original laziness also subsided.
Feng Zhang came close and looked at him up and down several times, with rare admiration in his eyes.
"You can do it. Who did you learn this skill from?"
Ye Yunfeng said: "Of course it's with me -"
Ye Jingyan, who was beside him, glanced at him calmly.
Ye Yunfeng changed the subject: "——Learned it from my brother."
"Oh?" Feng Zhang was a little surprised.
He had learned about the two brothers before. Their parents had an accident three years ago, and their brother Ye Xiting also died in the accident.
After that, their half-grown children began to live in exile, and it took them three years to return to the capital.
Three years ago... Ye Yunfeng was only ten years old at that time. After such a long time, not only was he not in ruins, but he was so outstanding. It was really incredible.
"My elder brother likes to dance with swords and guns. He often took my third brother and me with him when we were young." Ye Yunfeng said.
Feng Zhang nodded thoughtfully.
He gathered his thoughts and a rare smile appeared on his face.
"You are very good."
…
Near noon, the first round of exams was finally over.
The weather in June was very hot, the sun was blazing, and there was no wind at all.
Therefore, the second round of exams was delayed for an hour.
This time when we came to the school field again, there were two more rows of horses with strong bodies and smooth hair on the sidelines.
The second round of exams focused on flexibility. Compared with the previous exams, the difficulty level increased by several levels.
Murong Ye picked a horse that was all black except for a touch of white on its forehead. He stepped on the stirrup and quickly got on the horse!
The horse shook its neck, as if wanting him to get off. Murong Ye pulled the reins, and the horse quickly calmed down.
"He followed his father to the battlefield before, and he is very good at handling horses. When Princess Qinyang's horse was suddenly frightened, he was the one who saved her." Qiao Zimo muttered in a low voice, "So every time he chooses The most fierce and arrogant horse, of course, he also won first place every time.”
Although he had seen Ye Yunfeng's skills in the morning, this was Murong Ye's best skill after all, so Qiao Zimo didn't dare to hold out hope.
"But don't be nervous! You already beat him in one game this morning. Even if he comes out on top this time, the two of you will still be tied! From a certain perspective - that means he lost!"
Ye Yunfeng glanced at him speechlessly: "Which of your eyes saw that I was nervous?"
Ye Jingyan smiled: "Brother Zimo is really a know-it-all, he knows everything."
Qiao Zimo scratched his head and said: "Actually, many people know this, but you were not in the capital before, so you lack understanding. If you have anything to ask in the future, just ask! I will definitely tell you everything you know!"
While talking, Ye Yunfeng had already led a horse onto the field at will.
Following the assistant coach's order, the court suddenly fell into a melee.
It is not easy for everyone to ride horses and find the right time to shoot those fast-moving targets.
Ye Yunfeng clamped his legs and drove his horse forward. As soon as he touched the quiver behind him with one hand, he felt something was wrong.
He paused, slowly raised his head, looked at the three horses surrounding him in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.
If you can't compete alone, why should you bully the minority with more people?
