After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

After An Yun had almost finished eating, Zang Ya took him to another street. Compared with the place where there was almost all food and only a few amusement items, this place had almost all amusement items, with only a few food stalls scattered here and there.

Looking at the things on the street, An Yun felt a little overwhelmed and didn’t even know where to start.

The place closest to An Yun had archery and pot throwing, the next area had fish fishing and trapping, and further away were other entertainment projects.

An Yun’s eyes moved from far away to near, finally settling on the archery booth, a look of eagerness in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zang Ya suggested, “Since you want to play, why don’t we try this? It won’t cost much, and we have enough time to play around.”

An Yun felt very moved and nodded.

Then, Zang Ya took An Yun to the archery booth, where three lottery tickets were exchanged for ten arrows.

The price was a bit expensive, but the gameplay of this stall was particularly interesting, and the people it attracted were not short of money, so they didn’t care about the cost.

There were ten targets in total. The archery targets were fixed, and a copper ring was hung in front of each target except the first one. Starting from the beginning, one to nine, players had to go one by one, with each subsequent number having one more ring in front of the target.

After starting to shoot, the copper rings shook, making it difficult for people to hit the target.

This tested not only a person’s skills but also their sensitivity in archery.

The rule was that a player could only advance to the next target if they hit the previous one. Anyone who hit the bull’s-eye would receive a prize. The prizes ranged from ribbons at the beginning to kites and lanterns in the middle, culminating in a gold-plated rabbit at the end.

When An Yun and the others arrived, the most skilled among them had only passed the sixth ring. Although the seventh target had not yet been passed, there were already bursts of cheers around him.

The girl next to the young master looked at him with admiration, which made the young master feel particularly proud, wearing a smug expression on his face.

Seeing this, the stall owner handed over the prize with a smile and complimented, “Young master, you are truly amazing. Today, you are the first to hit the seven targets. I think you are a true young talent!”

The young man raised his chin, obviously very pleased with these compliments.

He took the prize and handed it directly to the girl, causing her cheeks to turn red. She didn’t even dare to look at him, and the cheers from the crowd grew even louder.

The young master became more and more proud, leaving with the shy girl amidst the praise of everyone.

After they left, the onlookers turned their attention to the next person. If the shot was successful, they praised it; if it was missed, they shook their heads.

After that, many people shot arrows, but few could pass the fourth ring. They lost interest and left with sighs of disappointment.

When it was An Yun’s turn, he felt a little nervous holding the bow and arrow. He had never played with these before and felt he couldn’t even hit one.

“What are you afraid of? It’s just for fun. Forget it if you can’t hit it; we can try other things,” Zang Ya’s voice came lightly from the side, without much weight.

However, An Yun inexplicably relaxed after hearing what he said. He nodded, drew his bow and arrow, and assumed a full posture.

Pulling the bowstring and releasing the arrow, the arrow flew straight but missed the target, landing below it.

An Yun: “…”

He looked at the direction where the arrow fell and then at the target. He felt a bit insulted; he hadn’t even touched the target, and the arrow had just fallen.

An Yun’s competitive spirit was ignited, and he disregarded the gazes of the people around him. He picked up the second arrow and shot again.

This time, it was better; he was closer to the target, but it still missed.

The third arrow, the fourth arrow… It wasn’t until the eighth arrow that An Yun’s arrow barely hit the edge of the target, but after it struck, it fell straight down as if it lacked strength.

An Yun: “…”

An Yun felt frustrated and angry.

Zang Ya watched silently and then ordered his attendants to bring twenty more arrows.

The stall owner looked on with a happy face. He liked this kind of girl or shuanger who were favoured at home but had never learned archery.

Only such a favoured girl or shuanger could spend freely at his stall; otherwise, they might fail a few arrows and be called away by their families.

After An Yun got up, he took the arrows one by one, determined to hit the targets.

It wasn’t until the twenty-second arrow was shot that it finally hit the target, but then the arrow bounced off the target and quickly fell, as if it were mocking An Yun’s previous efforts.

The anger in An Yun’s heart had not subsided, and he felt almost depressed.