"Betting is something that Song Baojun and I are in love with each other. How can it be called a condom? The young lady is really good at joking." Liu Peilong was unmoved and waited for the referee to issue an order.

Liu Xiyue took Song Baojun's hand and said, "There is no need to compete with such a liar, let's go." She wanted to cheat and avoid this disaster.

If she really wanted to leave, Liu Peilong and others would not be able to stop her, but Song Baojun would probably not be able to escape in this circle in the future. His reputation has been ruined. How do you want to survive?

After Liu Xiyue pulled her back, Song Baojun remained motionless and hurriedly said, "Hey, what else do you want to do?"

Song Baojun ignored Sister Liu and smiled and said, "I didn't attend the provincial college sports meeting last year, so you won the third place. As the saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings." Liu Xiyue can cheat, but he can't.

"Then let's try it, I'm talking so much nonsense!" Liu Peilong got the referee's order and fired the bow and arrow.

At this time, Song Baojun completely put the noisy Liu Xiyue behind his mind and focused on Liu Peilong's every move.

He had never been exposed to archery before and was about to learn it from his opponent.

Without knowledge transmission, learning to observe the appearance of fur by the naked eye is very difficult for a person. Just like calligraphy, you can learn his inner words by observing the writing of a person, which is almost a joke. Can people learn photography by just watching others press the shutter? Obviously, it is not possible.

However, the observing ability of a vulgar personality and the analytical ability of a philosophical personality are unimaginable.

Through the meticulous observation of the vulgar personality, Liu Peilong's movements were fully visible wherever he could see his eyes. The information of his standing posture, where his fingers were placed, the height of his shoulders and arms, etc., was transmitted back to the imaginary space, and then the philosophical personality analyzed why he did this.

How big the angle between hands and shoulders can hold the bow more steadily, how to stand on your legs to better maintain the center of gravity of the whole body, how to tilt your waist to make the bow more accurate, what posture should be used when pulling the bow to make aiming more convenient...

In the anticipation of everyone's eyes, Liu Peilong shot the second arrow. This time it was the Ten Rings.

The field was almost boiling, and the third place in the archery competition in the province was indeed not bragging!

It seems that Mr. Liu not only wants to take the top four-color tea set, but also humiliate Song Baojun.

Continue to the third arrow! Mr. Liu seemed to be sure to win, relaxed his mind and shot seven rings. The three arrows combined with a total of twenty-six rings. Even if the number of rings shot by all the contestants in front was not as large as his.

"This recurve bow is not easy to use. If it is the 'Jinpugu' I am used to using it, I won the game in a vague way, and there is no need to compete." Liu Peilong pushed away and rushed up to hug him, put the bow on the table, and said a very awesome.

Many people like to name things they often use, and Liu Peilong is no exception. His bow and arrow are called "Jinpugu".

This name is particular. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a servant from Lu who met his aunt who became an immortal in Mount Tai and gave him a golden arrow. As long as it was shot out, it could hit the person and return to the quiver by itself. Later generations mean that the good arrow was "Golden Pugu".

The courage to call the bow and arrow Jinpugu is due to his extreme confidence in his own archery skills.

"Song Baojun, it's your turn." Liu Peilong supported the table with one hand and inserted his pocket with the other hand, looking very cool.

There is a prominent Arabic numeral on the scoreboard of 26, and almost everyone thinks that Song Baojun should abstain from surrender in advance.

Ye Chengqi sat on the sofa in the living room, looking out through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall. There was no need to come forward in person. He knew that Liu Xiyue's boyfriend would be defeated, so he asked Song Baojun to crawl around the swimming pool for a week in front of everyone, and all his face was ruined. This was just the first step. Next, he had many plans to continue to destroy the pitiful self-confidence and let Liu Xiyue know that he was her only choice.

There are twenty recurved bows on the long table, ranging from the lowest 18 pounds to the highest 48 pounds, and the largest one is 100 pounds. Yi Congning called a shooting club in the city to send bows and arrows. All models must be available, and the other party can only do his job according to his requirements, although most people use bows below 30 pounds.

Liu Peilong took the whiskey handed over by Yi Congning and smiled and said, "Can you choose a bow? I can teach you if I don't know."

"If you want to choose, choose the best one, everyone on earth knows." Song Baojun put his hand on the heaviest one hundred-pound recurve bow.

The largest bow foot is more than one person tall. It is made according to the standard craftsmanship of the Olympic Games. The whole body is made of alloy and the lines are very smooth and beautiful.

Liu Peilong almost choked by the wine and laughed: "This kid really doesn't know anything."

The coach who accompanied the shooting club hurriedly said: "Sir, this bow is a recurve bow for hunting collected by our club. Most people can't pull it open. I suggest you choose one below fifty pounds." What the coach said was still too conservative. A recurve bow of 100 pounds is not just that ordinary people can't pull it open. It can be said that most people can't pull it open.

Recurved bows are divided into two uses: competition and hunting. The number of bows used in competition is small, and the hunting bow is even larger. The bows used by foreign hunting enthusiasts are almost over 60 pounds, but the 80 pounds is more outrageous. The 100 pounds is almost the limit, and there are almost no people who can pull them. The coach also said that it is used by the club's collection, and he himself has no ability to pull them.

The range of this bow is about 150 meters and is said to be used to hunt large mammals such as bison, bear, and giraffe. Its power can be imagined.

Song Baojun put on his arm guard, put his finger guard, and tried the bow string. After pulling it, he did not move at all. The archery coach said sweatingly: "Sir, let's change a bow. A 100-pound bow shot of a thirty-meter target is equivalent to killing a chicken with a ox knife." The subtext means that if you make a fool of yourself, you will definitely take your anger on us.

Liu Peilong just sneered disdainfully while shaking his legs.

The referee asked: "Sir, are you really sure you want to use this bow?"

When Liu Xiyue saw everyone's expressions, she knew something was wrong and advised: "Ajun, you might as well change it."

"Since I'm fine, I'll change it." Song Baojun put down a hundred-pound bow and finally chose a thirty-six-pound bow. The archery coach and the referee breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Standing in front of the line, hold the bow steadily, put on the arrow, and pull it open steadily with a slight force. The left hand is like holding a mountain, and the right hand is like holding a baby.

Liu Peilong's eyelids twitched and he didn't realize it. Professional, this posture is so fucking professional! It's like he has received more than ten years of professional training in the archery team of the Provincial Sports Committee.

Song Baojun was still enduring the discomfort of his right hand. When he shook hands with Liu Peilong just now, the muscles on the tiger's mouth were bruised and his finger bones were aching. He has not recovered yet.

After the analysis of philosophical personality, a more scientific conclusion was obtained and the posture of holding a bow and archery that was more in line with human mechanics was calculated. In addition, the degree of control of the violent personality on every cell in the subject's body was perfectly combined to make actions that were most beneficial to Song Baojun himself.

Any move he is now aimed at shooting the most accurate arrow. Every muscle of his is mobilizing for this move.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Song Baojun's violent personality kept the heart at a beating frequency of 120 times per minute, bringing a lot of oxygen to the muscles around his body. His heart is far from being strong, and he can only rely on rapid beating to maintain oxygen supply levels. Doing so will bring certain harm to the body, but it is not enough to care about it at present.

In this way, it is equivalent to fusion of philosophy and violent personality at the same time, and the secret energy required is very huge.

Liu Peilong even heard the violent voice in his heart, thinking that the boy was nervous and could not control himself, and couldn't help but laugh: "Can you do it? Do you want to calm down your emotions first..."

Song Baojun shot an arrow without saying a word, and the arrow flew out like a meteor, yelling at the bull's eye, ten rings!

The "exercise" that Liu Peilong said had not yet fallen completely, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

Everyone responded differently, Mo Aixia and others were shocked, Ye Chengqi was angry, Liu Peilong couldn't believe it, and the archery coach was amazed. Song Baojun's arrow was as classic as a textbook.

Other members of the Wuyi Association thought it was interesting. At first, they thought that Mr. Liu was the only one who was successful and lost the suspense competition was nothing fun. Now, a comparable Song Baojun appeared out of thin air, which made everyone think it was much more interesting.

The referee makes an order to score effectively.

"ye!" Liu Xiyue jumped up, rushed forward and hugged Song Baojun's head and neck and shouted: "Excellent! It's not in vain that my sister loves you!"

Song Baojun's head was squeezed in her plump and soft arms, and she almost couldn't breathe. Her mouth and nose were filled with the faint fragrance of a girl. Her face felt a moving touch and said intimately: Don't stop, don't stop...

Fortunately, Liu Xiyue just hugged her and let go, shouting at Liu Peilong: "What else do you have to say now? Climb it quickly!"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the archery champion of the provincial college sports meeting once polished my shoes." Song Baojun turned around and glanced at Liu Peilong indifferently, learning his previous pretentious appearance.

"There are two more arrows, why are you in a hurry?" Liu Peilong almost vomited blood and said coldly.

After receiving the referee's instructions, Song Baojun continued to shoot the second arrow, which was ten rings again. The arrow was inserted in the middle of the bull's heart, very eye-catching and steadily, without a trace of doubt.

The court began to calm down and could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere. Someone thought to himself: "Fortunately, I didn't make a joke on that boy just now, otherwise I would have been slapped in the face at this time."

This time, Liu Xiyue did not yell, but smiled softly, looking elegant and calm.

Liu Peilong looked strange and didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Baojun continued to draw the bow and arrow, and everyone stared at his fingers nervously. The final game was obviously going to be decided. According to this kid's surprisingly stable performance, if he shot another ten rings, wouldn't Liu Peilong lose?
Chapter completed!