My girlfriend scolded me for being worthless and backhandedly marrying Bai Fumei.

Jiang Haochen had a joking look on his face, and at the same time he was expecting and excited. If this kid got down and barked like a dog in public, he would lose his face to his grandma's house. How could he have the shame to continue to stay with Lu Qingyao?

Li Yunwan also laughed and said: "Chen Fan, I am willing to admit defeat. You don't want to be a turtle bastard, do you? Hurry up and lie down and imitate the barking of a dog!"

The onlookers also booed and said sarcastically: "Barking like a dog, barking like a dog, barking like a dog!"

Lu Qingyao was anxious, and just when she was about to plead for Chen Fan, she saw Chen Fan smiled softly and said, "I didn't even start, why do you think I lost?"

Jiang Haochen was stunned by these words, and then said: "Why? Just because I scored [-] points every time in ten rings, even if the Olympic champion comes, I can't surpass this result. You, a guy who can only shoot a slingshot, it is even more impossible. !”

Li Yunwan also said with a face full of ridicule: "Chen Fan, Chen Fan, if you lose, you lose. Don't waste everyone's time arguing here. Hurry up and bark like a dog. I advise you to put away your poor self-esteem." , It’s not shameful to lose, but the most shameful thing is not to admit defeat!”

"You are right, but I am not the one who loses."

After Chen Fan said this, he waved his hand confidently and said: "Bring the bow, I will show you today. Archery is really much easier than shooting a slingshot."

Jiang Haochen sneered and said: "Chen Fan, Chen Fan, you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin, so just shoot it, otherwise, you won't be convinced of losing."

Li Yunwan looked sarcastic: "Haha, I think he just wants to take the opportunity to experience the fun of archery. Chen Fan, you don't have to worry about it. After all, there is no reason not to let you play here."

"I understand. He is afraid that he will learn how to bark like a dog later and have no shame to stay here. Then he will not be able to play, so he takes the opportunity to have a good time now! Chen Fan, Chen Fan, I have to say, you Your brain is really good, just have fun, I guess you can’t even hit the target, hahahaha!”

Jiang Haochen laughed mockingly, and everyone laughed too, looking at Chen Fan as if they were looking at a clown.

Lu Qingyao quietly pulled Chen Fan and whispered: "Xiaofan, why don't you admit defeat? I will help you intercede."

Chen Fan smiled confidently: "Admit defeat? I, Chen Fan, have never recognized these two words in my dictionary. Qingyao, just wait for the applause! Bring me the bow!"

His confidence made Jiang Haochen's heart skip a beat. Where did this kid get his confidence? He is a hundred rings, what can he do to surpass him?

Jiang Haochen murmured in his heart that although he was very confident, in order to win [-]%, he had to use some dirty tricks.

Rolling his eyes, he suddenly had an idea. He chuckled and said: "Chen Fan, don't say that I won't give you a chance. I will personally get you a bow and arrow. You have to be brave and at least have an arrow that can Hit the target, hahahaha.”

Laughing, he walked into the equipment room and grabbed a hundred-pound compound bow.

This bow looks the same as the bow he just used to shoot arrows, but the material and weight are far greater than the previous bow. It is difficult for ordinary people to draw a fifty-pound bow. A hundred-pound bow can only be drawn with that kind of innate supernatural power. Only talents can pull it apart.

With Chen Fan's body, it was difficult to even lift the bow, let alone draw it, let alone aim and shoot.

Hey, Chen, don't blame me for cheating on you, blame you for being so fucking annoying!

Jiang Haochen ran back quickly, handed the bow to Chen Fan and said, "It's your honor for me to personally get the bow and arrows for you. You must behave well and don't let me down."

He said this on the surface, but he was thinking in his heart, you won't even be able to draw the bow later, why don't you laugh out loud?

Chen Fan took the bow and said: "Master Jiang, for the sake of running errands for me personally, I will ask you to bark less like a dog later."

After saying that, he walked straight into the shooting range.

He bent the bow, nocked the arrow, and took aim. After thinking about it, he put it down again.

Jiang Haochen took the opportunity to say: "What's wrong, Chen Fan? Can't you even pull the bow? Aren't you very confident? You can't even pull the bow, how can you win so little? I advise you to admit defeat, so as not to hurt yourself." .”

"No no no!"

Chen Fan said: "I think this is too easy. Put me on the moving target!"

"Moving target? Are you fucking crazy?"

Jiang Haochen looked at Chen Fan as if he were an idiot. Even he didn't dare to hit the moving target, let alone this kid?

As the name suggests, the moving target means that the target keeps moving, allowing the shooter to aim and shoot, which is many times more difficult than a fixed target.

What is tested is the stability of the shooter's front hand, and the ratio of the focus on aiming and his own movements in a short period of time. If there is even the slightest deviation in the movements, the shot will miss the target.

It can be said that the number of shooters in the world who dare to shoot moving targets is less than one in ten thousand. The difficulty is self-evident.

"Is this kid crazy about wanting to win? He actually wants to hit a moving target. He is simply a lunatic!"

"That's right, if he hits the moving target even once, I'll stand on my head and shit!"

Everyone was filled with indignation, and if they weren't far away, their spit would have hit Chen Fan's face.

The gold medal coach said angrily: "Boy, stop trying to impress people here. Even I don't dare to hit the moving target. How dare you hit the moving target?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get me a moving target. A club as big as yours doesn't even have a moving target, right?"

Chen Fan roared loudly, which echoed throughout the entire audience.

Jiang Haochen snorted coldly: "Hmph, since you want to commit suicide, what reason do I have for not fulfilling your wish?"

This kid has never even hit a fixed target, but he actually wants to hit a moving target. What's the difference between this and actively looking for defeat?

Jiang Haochen gave instructions to the staff, and the target fifty meters away suddenly moved.

Lu Qingyao sighed deeply. Xiaofan was too pushy. He might still have hope of a tie if he hit a fixed target, but he had no hope if he hit a moving target.

Li Yunwan shouted with great ridicule: "Chen Fan, if you can hit the target even once, this girl will take your surname!"

"This is what you said, then you will change your name to Chen Yunwan."

Chen Fan laughed, bent his bow, nocked the arrow, and aimed again. After thinking for a while, he put down the bow and arrow again, turned around and walked back towards Lu Qingyao.

"What's wrong, Chen Fan? Do you feel like you can't even pull the bow and you want to give in? What did you say you did earlier? It's really embarrassing for a man to have to go through a lot of trouble before giving in."

Jiang Haochen had a joking look on his face, and his voice was full of ridicule.

Chen Fan ignored him and said to Lu Qingyao: "Qingyao, give me the silk scarf around your neck."

"Xiaofan, what do you want to do?"

Although she was confused, Lu Qingyao took off her silk scarf and handed it to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan smiled without saying a word, took the scarf, and returned to the shooting range again.

He tied the silk scarf that carried Lu Qingyao's faint body fragrance around his face and covered his eyes!

"He... what does he want to do?"

Seeing his actions, everyone at the scene was stunned!