you and the champion are mine

Both of them had a dozen arrows in their hands. Li Xun spread his palms as a table for Song Yang to sort by color. Song Yang's fingertips would rub against his palms from time to time, making it a little itchy.

When he went back, the black T-shirt looked at Li Xun and snorted angrily: "Are you the coach here?"

"Well," Li Xun resumed his usual indifference, "Just throw the complaint letter in the suggestion box. My surname is Li."

The black T-shirt reached out to stop him: "How about we take a gamble? One person has three arrows. If you lose, you will voluntarily resign."

Song Yang was shocked by the shamelessness of this man, "Why? He didn't do anything wrong."

Li Xun turned his head and saw a row of students lying on the glass wall, all of them staring at this side eagerly. He unzipped his coat and asked, "Then what if I win?"

The black T-shirt shrugged: "It's a big deal, I won't come."

Li Xun frowned slightly: "This is a bit unfair."

The black T-shirt smiled: "Why, you don't dare? The coach himself is not sure, is he qualified to teach students?" He raised his voice in the second half of the sentence, obviously speaking to the group of students opposite.

A few of his cronies are also helping out.

Song Yang couldn't let the opponents gain the upper hand, he puffed out his chest, and crushed them with his height advantage: "You know what! I grew up watching his competitions, and he won prizes in international competitions when……"

Li Xun hung his coat on Song Yang's forehead, looked at the black T-shirt, and said with a half smile, "I mean, it's very unfair to you."

The face in the black T-shirt was stretched as long as a horse.

All the harsh words have been released, and Bubi is obviously outrageous. The black T-shirt is changing the bow and adjusting the sight, and the preparation posture is in place.

On the other hand, Li Xun casually took a traditional bow hanging on the wall.

This kind of bow was used by the ancient army for riding and shooting. The bow pieces have a certain degree of elasticity, and the shape is simple and very light.

Song Yang has never used this thing.

Because it doesn't look cool at all, not to mention the balancer, it doesn't even have a sight, except for the bow handle, which is a thin string, and novices shoot by feeling.

Especially Li Xun's one, it's dusty, it has not been used for a long time at first glance, and the handle is still wrapped with a straw rope, it looks quite old-fashioned, and no one may pick it up even if it is thrown on the road.

"You just use this?" The black T-shirt showed an unbelievable look, "If you don't have a bow, I can lend you one."

Li Xun didn't answer, and raised his chin in the distance: "You go first."

The black T-shirt is still a bit standard, his first two arrows both hit the tenth ring, and when he picked up the third arrow, he showed a smile that was sure to win.

Song Yang glanced at Li Xun. His face was calm, and he was staring at the target very intently, as if he was not disturbed by the opponent's provocation.

Think about it too, a world-class archery player must be very relaxed after experiencing so many big scenes.

Besides, this is only a 20-meter range. He was looking forward to the scene where Li Xun hit the opponent, and even took out his phone to record.

The third arrow of the black T-shirt still hit the tenth ring, and his idiots applauded and cheered, and sneered at Li Xun by the way.

Song Yang unconsciously clenched his fists, tightly gripping Li Xun's coat: "Come on!"

The students next door also ran here to cheer for him.

Li Xun put on his finger guard, hooked an arrow from the quiver at the back of his waist, put his index finger and middle finger on the arrow, and bent it into a small hook.

Song Yang stared at those indifferent eyebrows, his heart was hanging in his throat. Although Li Xun looked quite confident, recurve bows and traditional bows are not the same concept at all. For competitions like the Olympics, it is stipulated that only bows can be used. Recurve bows, athletes usually practice recurve bows, no matter how good Li Xun is, it is impossible to practice traditional bows to a superb level, right?

Just to be on the safe side, Song Yang stopped him and said, "Or you can get a better bow, I'll go downstairs and get it for you!"

"Need not."

Song Yang had no choice but to step aside.

Li Xun's movements seemed quite casual. He quickly raised the bow and leaned on the string, as if he didn't even take the step of aiming properly, and the arrow had already gone out.

"Snap".

A third ring near the lower left corner.

Song Yang was stunned, at this level, he could type with his eyes closed.

The students also sighed in disappointment.

The black T-shirt burst into laughter: "Three rings!" He pointed at the target and turned to look at the group of students, "Your coach is really good, you shot a three rings!"

Song Yang gritted his molars, he was so embarrassed for Li Xun that he scratched the ground with his toes.

He just knew it!He knew that the traditional bow would not work at all!

"Hey," the black T-shirt looked at Song Yang and mocked, "What kind of competition did you just say he participated in? A bragging contest?"

Song Yang blushed with anger: "It's not fair! What is the configuration of your bow, and what configuration is his bow?"

He was looking for steps for Li Xun, but Li Xun winked at him and said, "Go to the next door and get a balloon."

"What are you doing with the balloon?" Song Yang's tone was a little offended, because he was also a little disappointed with the ring number.

No matter how thick the childhood filter is, if he loses, he loses, and he still thinks it's not worth it because he loses in pretending. Maybe it won't be like this if he changes his bow.

"Take it as you please." Li Xun said, "You pick one at random and throw it at my target."

Although Song Yang didn't understand what was going on, he still did as he did. He ran to Li Xun's target and raised his hand in the air: "Do you just throw it like this?"

Li Xun said: "You throw it upwards vigorously, and be careful to keep it in a straight line. Don't throw it crookedly. After you throw it, run away. The farther you run, the better."

Song Yang roughly understood what he meant.

The balloon started from the center of the archery target, was thrown high by Song Yang, touched the ceiling, and before it landed back to the original point, the person had already run to a safe range.

"Wow!--"

Everyone's exclamation came from behind, Song Yang turned his head and widened his eyes in surprise.

The second arrow shot by Li Xun was on the third ring near the lower right corner, completely symmetrical with the first arrow, holding the balloon impartially!

"Fuck." The tattooed man couldn't help but sighed, and looked at Li Xun in disbelief, "It's a little level."

More than a little.

This is no longer a level that can be achieved by luck, but an exact precision!

Song Yang was like a fish thrown back into the sea, it came back to life in an instant, and commented happily: "Look at this angle, this technique is still symmetrical!"

"Get out of the way." Li Xun roared from a distance.

Song Yang jumped to the side, only to see that he raised his bow casually like the first time, drew the string, and shot it seemingly without accuracy—because the balloons are colored, even if you want to aim, Can't see the bullseye either.

"Bam—"

The dark red balloon exploded into pieces before Song Yang's eyes, and the third arrow stabbed steadily into the center of the circle.

Song Yang stretched his neck back, his eyes stared like copper bells, maintaining a frightened posture.

Everyone first leaned forward to confirm the number of rings, and then cheered like a storm, which lasted for a long time, and even the cleaning lady looked inside curiously.

The black T-shirt looked disheveled, staring at Li Xun without saying a word.

The little man asked Li Xun what his background was, but Li Xun didn't even give him an extra look, and hung the rustic traditional bow back on the wall, and then told Song Yang: "The accuracy of the arrow depends on people." , not the bow."

"Re, still accept apprentices?" Song Yang untied the quiver from his back for him, his bright pupils were filled with anticipation.

"What kind of apprentice?" Li Xun's lips twitched, jokingly said, "The kind that is a teacher for a day and a father for life?"