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The shape is similar to the target that Zhou Xingchi shot at in “Su Qier”.

Moreover, the bows on the grassland were all relatively hard, so if one was not strong enough, one might not even be able to pull the bowstring.

“Master Ning is going to shoot an arrow!”

“Master Ning is a master of archery, I still remember that scene from before!”

“Yes, archery was the most popular craft in the ancient Chinese army.”

“Is the target here so far away? Can this be shot?”

“You underestimate us Mongols, archery is practiced from childhood, the best archers are all mounted archers, and it’s only difficult to hit a red centre with an arrow on a horse.”

As the netizens were talking, Ning Fei had already picked up his bow.

He had loved bows and arrows since he was a child, and now that he saw that there was such a professional

He held the arrow on the bowstring and with a violent pull, he was able to draw the bowstring into a full moon.

This pose made Ma Yao’s eyes light up.

Then, Ning Fei took aim with one eye and immediately found the bull’s eye and released his hand.

“Whoosh!”

The bow and arrow sped away, resounding with a sound of breaking air. But in a matter of moments, there was only a “pop” sound, and the bow and arrow had already firmly landed on the target.

It hit the red centre.

Ma Yao had already guessed the result, but after seeing the arrow in the bulls-eye with his own eyes, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.

“Worthy of you!” Ma Yao exclaimed.

This sentence was one of the mantras of their dormitory at that time, and there were always a few special mantras among the buddies who were together.

For example, if someone sent Ning Fei a love letter or bought him a drink, or if Ning Fei was top of his grade again and again, or won a basketball tournament or something like that, his housemates would say to him, with slight envy and slight contempt: “Worthy of you!”

For another example, when they encounter some very fucking things, they will learn the accent of one of Kwang Tung boys and curse.

“Throwing thunderbolts at someone!”

Ning Fei took his bow and arrows, spread his hands and said to Ma Yao, “Do you want to have a match and have some fun?”

Ma Yao was confident in his archery skills, he was not good at wrestling or horse riding, but was the best archer in the whole tribe except for his father.

So Ma Yao agreed and said, “Come on, five arrows, let’s compete for rings!”

Then, the two of them found a target and started to play a game of archery.

At this time, Li Yan and Lin Yue’er both heard the commotion and ran over to watch the two men prepare for the competition and cheered for them.

“Come on, Ma Elephant!”

“Ning Guanzhu, come on!”

Go for it, Master Ning Guan!”

Ma Yao’s technique was indeed superb, with five arrows going down, four hitting the red centre and one on the off side, which could be counted as 9 rings.

Ning Fei hit the bull’s eye with his first four arrows, and after his fifth arrow was pulled up, everyone watched nervously, especially Li Yan and Lin Yue’er, who couldn’t take their eyes off the ball without blinking.

“Whoosh!”

Ning Fei released his hand and the arrow flew out, hitting the target.

Everyone hurriedly looked at the target to see the final result.

This arrow was a little off, and could only be considered a 7 ring.

The result of the game was that Ma Yao had won.

“Yes! You are great, Ma Yao!”

After seeing this, Li Yan immediately cheered, her voice full of excitement and admiration.

At this, Ma Yao also smiled.

Without a trace, Ning Fei also smiled.