When Liu Peilong dealt with the girl, he did not forget to pay attention to Song Baojun's reaction. He took the Mango 6 mobile phone and put it on the dining table. He didn't take it any more, and he couldn't help but frown, not taking me seriously.

The girl who was the first draw draw pulled the bow and shot the arrow under the referee's guidance. Before the bow was completely opened, she hurriedly let go without aiming. The arrow landed on the ground several meters away from the target, and a burst of laughter rang around. The girl didn't care and said with a smile: "It's important to participate, it's important to participate!"

The referee was a fitness coach who was temporarily hired from a nearby gym. He had a little archery shooting foundation and claimed that he had won the championship in the Chazhou Bar League Darts Competition.

The girl shot two more arrows, but none of them hit the target, and scored zero. She took a selfie at the target with a smile, stood by and was about to wait for a drink to receive the punishment.

The archery movement looks simple on the TV camera, but it is not as easy as imagined. There are key points to standing, placing arrows, placing strings, opening bows, aiming, removing strings, etc. It is not ordinary people who can hit the target with just one arrow and one arrow.

Several girls who signed up for the competition were spoiled little princesses, who had not received training, so they could just be treated as entertainment and just play.

Qiao Qiao shot two arrows but failed. When she arrived at the third arrow, she found Liu Xiyue and shouted: "Sister Liu, can you help me shoot an arrow?"

Liu Xiyue didn't know whether she should agree or not, so she looked at Song Baojun with her eyes and waited for him to show her instructions.

Song Baojun nodded slightly, and Liu Xiyue took the recurve bow.

Qiao Qiao observed her face and saw that Liu Xiyue was actually waiting for Song Baojun to agree, which made her even more determined to think inside.

The girls next to him were indignant: In a good match, why do you ask others to help? But it was inconvenient to speak out due to Liu Xiyue’s identity.

Yi Congning smiled and said, "Since it's a fun game, it's okay for Liu Xiyue to make a guest appearance in a friendly manner." Even the master said so, and others had no reason to refute it.

Liu Xiyue, according to the referee's instructions, pulled the bow and arrow, and aimed carefully. She was a carefree and stupid sister. When she stood like this, she had a heroic demeanor, which was particularly fascinating.

The arrow shot out and barely touched the edge of the target, and fell to the ground with a slap. According to the rules, it was zero points. However, before the referee had time to express his opinion, Yi Congning said loudly: "Yi Xing! The eldest lady is Mulan, she has the ability to penetrate the poplar for hundreds of steps. She can be called a hero among women, which is admired by us!"

The referee was clever and immediately scored a point.

The other girls watching the game became more angry and stared at Qiao Qiao with unfriendly eyes.

Men are all people with high expectations and low expectations. After all, they have some strength and are better than girls. Sometimes they may hit one or two rings and cheer immediately, just like standing on the top of the mountains, looking down on the heroes.

Finally it was Liu Peilong's turn. He did not go to get the bow, but walked to Song Baojun in front of everyone.

"Song Baojun, my school has long admired you for a long time. I heard that you are the leader of the department, both chess, calligraphy and painting." Liu Peilong's tone was strongly sarcastic and said with a smile: "Let's do this, how about we play the lottery?"

Song Baojun said: "What's the lottery?"

"I will compete with you alone. Whoever scores at the end will win, or lose. Since it is Mr. Yi's family, we will just play the number of things and bet 200,000. In addition, the loser will have to climb along the swimming pool. Do you dare?"

Most of the previous games were playful competitions, and even if someone cheated, it was not harmful. They just regarded it as an interesting thing. Now Liu Peilong's words attracted more than half of them to watch the fun.

Two hundred thousand, saying more is not more, and it is not enough to say less. In the eyes of a group of rich young men, it is not enough. However, if you lose, you have to crawl along the swimming pool for a week in front of everyone, and this joke is a big deal.

If it weren't for an enemy, no one would easily make such a hurtful joke. Even if the competitors who fought to the death in the business world would still leave some room for the other party.

For a moment, everyone looked at Song Baojun and Liu Peilong in the center of the venue and had a different vision.

Liu Xiyue immediately said angrily: "Liu Peilong, do you really want to get along with me?"

"Sorry, Miss Liu, I didn't ask you." Liu Peilong shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "What? Song Baojun, don't you dare? Do you want to hide under a woman's skirt for the rest of your life?"

Liu Xiyue pushed Song Baojun's shoulder: "Compare with him! Let him crawl!"

Several extras Liu Peilong had already arranged were immediately shouting from the side: "Compare! Must compare! Don't compare not a man!"

They were joking around, and the crowds watching the fun never bothered them and started shouting.

Song Baojun was unsure, and his face was clear and smiling, "Since Mr. Liu strongly requested it, I would rather obey my orders than respect."

Liu Peilong shook hands with him: "Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Song Baojun said: "I hope Mr. Liu keeps his word..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Peilong's hand holding suddenly became forceful, and his five fingers were like iron pliers, tightly clamping Song Baojun's palms. His fingers pressed the other party's palms and knuckles hard, causing a slight crackling sound.

Song Baojun was caught off guard and almost screamed.

Liu Peilong is tall, strong, has a wide palm, and is easy to grasp. It is suddenly difficult, which makes Song Baojun's bones almost not a gap.

What's more important is that he had already prepared it, and all five fingers were wearing metal rings.

On the contrary, Song Baojun had a long lack of training and was applauded that he had no strength to tie a chicken. It was only after the thirty-two personality awakened that part of the exercise began. After playing basketball several times, it was nothing. Once the two shook hands, the strength was judged.

"Haha, of course I keep my word. If I lose, I will climb if I say I will, and I will never say anything." Liu Peilong said loudly.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Liu Peilong squeezed and grasped it desperately, and Song Baojun was almost sweating profusely. If someone else had jumped and jumped, screamed in pain. But who was he?

Philosophical personality once pointed out that pain and suffering are a major element in promoting human evolution. Therefore, Song Baojun learned to endure pain.

Facing Liu Peilong's strength to squeeze his palm, his bones were about to split, and the pain was so that his heart tightened. Song Baojun didn't say a word, but there was still no unnecessary expression on his face, and he smiled and said, "Mr. Liu is so enthusiastic, I can't bear it."

In the eyes of others, they just shook hands a little longer.

Liu Peilong was shocked and said to himself: "I'm wearing a metal ring, why didn't he react?" Seeing that everyone was watching, he slowly let go of his hand and said: "Haha, you and I appreciate each other. No matter what the result of this game is, I would like to be brothers with you."

As soon as he said this, everyone applauded him again, naturally praising Mr. Liu's high abilities and his style as an ancient person.

Song Baojun quickly put his hand into his pocket to hide the pain, but he still had to smile indifferently on his face. He patted Liu Peilong on the shoulder with his left hand and said, "Hehe, it seems that I have to recognize you as my brother."

Fortunately, he has several personalities in his body that he can change freely, so he put himself in his brother's position first, so that he will not let others take advantage.

Song Baojun used all his strength to hit Liu Peilong's shoulder with all his strength, and he hooked his thumb inward, tilted it with great speed, hitting Liu Peilong's neck artery. The surface movement looked extremely intimate, just like two brothers.

Liu Peilong's eyes turned black and his body almost tilted. He realized that Song Baojun was a person who refused to suffer losses. If you punish him, he would immediately give you a blow. If it weren't for Yi Congning and Ye Chengqi was still watching from the side, they might have started fighting on the spot.

"Okay, let's not talk much, let's start the competition." Liu Peilong covered his neck and picked up a recurved bow.

The choice of bows is very particular, including length, pounds, bow strings, etc. The adult pulling force of recurved bows is generally between eighteen and forty pounds, and those with thirty-six pounds up are already professional.

If an ordinary person does not undergo special training, it is difficult for him to pull a recurve bow of more than 36 pounds. Moreover, this bow is very particular. It does not mean that even if you can pull it, you must keep your movements stable while pulling it open and shoot the arrow without shaking. This is a very test of a person's muscles.

The men in front of them all had recurved bows of about 30 pounds. In the referee's surprised gaze, Liu Peilong calmly selected a 46 pound bow.

Someone started to take photos on his mobile phone to record the entire process of Mr. Liu pretending to be handsome.

He held a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand. He stood neither side of his feet, his hands and shoulders, his arms and strings maintained a certain space, his eyes focused on the front, and his posture was steady and natural. The referee unconsciously praised in his heart: Professional, too professional!

Compared with the previous contestants, Mr. Liu stood at a higher level.

He reached out and placed the arrow on the archer, pulled it away with force, and raised the bow to start aiming. At this time, everyone held their breath and were waiting for his final performance.

Liu Peilong turned a blind eye and opened his fingers easily. The arrow flew out from the string, nailed outside the red heart of the target thirty meters away. With a snatch, the arrow feathers trembled continuously, Nine rings!

After seeing many other people's poor performances, Mr. Liu's move shocked the audience.

Mo Aixia and others immediately jumped up and chirped: "Young Master Liu is so amazing! You are the best in the world! Song Baojun, please wait and climb!"

Liu Peilong turned around and glanced at Song Baojun indifferently and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing. I am the third place in the archery competition of the 2015 College Student Games in Jianghai Province. If the total score is six rings worse, you can catch up with the national record. Are you sure you want to compete with me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the seat was shocked.

Everyone looked at Song Baojun with a little more pity. Everyone seemed to have seen him kneeling by the swimming pool and crawling miserably.
Chapter completed!