The noble evil young lady

At the beginning, it was a knockout round, and the advanced players will participate in the final finals.

In consideration of the duration of the competition, each school will only send one official competitor to participate this year.

Each competitor shoots three arrows at the target, and scores are scored based on the number of rings hit.

At the beginning of the knockout round, I prepared my jacket and said to Miyamoto next to him: "Call me when it's the final!"

After finishing speaking, I began to lean back on the seat and fell asleep. Although the competitors were all top archery players from various colleges and universities, I might be used to the sword skills of senior Mu Ze. , The first feeling is that it is pediatrics, nothing to watch, compared to the knockout round, the final is the most exciting.

Because every year the finals will introduce different competition methods, which are always refreshing and test the skills of the players.

I can sleep even in the noisy auditorium, and I can't help but feel that I am really a weirdo. . .

On the huge playground, I stomped Pang Boya under my feet, surrounded by many admirers with red eyes, and began to scream with all their might.

"Wow! Extraordinary is amazing!"

"Yes, yes! Such a relaxed bar, Pang Boya, has been knocked down!"

"She is the superman in my heart!"

. . .

Suddenly my arm was lightly grabbed by someone, and then it began to shake violently. I opened my eyes dimly.

It turns out that everything just now was a dream. Looking at her obtrusive face, I really hate her more and more!

"The final is about to begin!" Miyamoto He stared intently at the countdown to the final on the screen.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the lower left corner of the screen. As expected, the name of senior Mu Ze appeared on the list of the finals. He has always been the pride of our school and has been the champion of the archery competition twice in a row.

Therefore, all the contestants who entered the final did not dare to underestimate this strong opponent.

The rules of the competition will be announced soon, everyone's heart is in their throats, and the most wonderful moment will come soon.

A pleasant female voice sounded on the radio: "Rules of the competition: randomly put ten hydrogen balloons into the sky, each competitor is limited to shoot three arrows, and the one with the most balloons of this kind wins!"

In the beginning, competitors from several other universities played first, but usually the light balloons would bounce off after the arrows were shot, or the hydrogen balloons had been blown far away by the wind, in short, it was difficult to shoot.

Seeing the despondent appearance of each racer, bursts of laughter burst out from the auditorium.

Next is Huai Fan from Qianchuan High School, please prepare for Mu Ze from Shenghua High School.

Huai Fan has always been Mu Ze's biggest competitor, and he is also very handsome, so his appearance naturally caused bursts of screams.

Nock, aim. . .The skillful movements ushered in various praises.

It was at this moment that He Xuan ran over anxiously: "Mu Ze's old injury on his hand has recurred, maybe... he won't be able to participate in the final..."

This news undoubtedly dealt a fatal blow to all students in Shenghua. The importance of archery competitions in City S has far surpassed that of other sports. Archery competitions are an opportunity to show the strength of various colleges and universities. A medal is eyeing.

But Mu Ze is the person with the most superb archery skills in Shenghua. At this time, there was a burst of intense applause from the audience.

Huai Fan hit all three arrows, and he is the only archer who has hit three balloons so far.

He Xuan's face was ashen: "If we can't find another player with excellent archery skills, we will lose this competition..."

At this time, the headmaster slowly came over, cleared his throat, and asked everyone: "Who is willing to replace Mu Ze?"

Everyone is well aware of their own strength, and buried their heads one after another. Who would want to do such a self-inflicted humiliation.

After a long silence, the host had already called Sheng Hua's name countless times. . .

At the critical moment, a magnetic but unusually calm voice sounded: "Me!"

Everyone turned their attention to Miyamoto He, I never doubted his strength, but. . .I only know that his marksmanship is very accurate. Could it be that his archery skills are also good?