Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Fu Tingman asked in confusion, ...Isn't the school grass a good-looking person?

Fu Pei copied his pocket with one hand, and the corners of his lips drew a frivolous arc, Probably someone is ugly and thinks beautiful.

Although he Fu *big * * Pei, never cared about the school's reputation, but whoever made the little fool the school's beauty, he would never let other men become the school's grass and juxtaposed with her.

Cheng Yang was so angry that he was deformed and gritted his teeth fiercely, Okay, then let's see.

The outcome of the archery competition is calculated based on the number of rings that the athlete hits the target. The closer the arrow hits the target, the higher the number of rings.

The referee gave each person ten feather clippings, one by one according to the ranking.

None of the classmates who participated in archery had studied it, and the results were appalling after one pass.

When it was Cheng Yang's turn, his professional bow-drawing posture won a lot of praise.

He pretended to be cool for a while, and shot the first arrow at the bull's-eye - eight rings!

I have to say that in archery, Cheng Yang is really good at it. No one in the school has surpassed his score.

In the stunning exclamation of the girls, he shot the last feather clipping confidently, and finally got a good score of 88 rings.

Sure, classmate Cheng. The referee gave a thumbs up, As expected of a professional archer, this result is enough to participate in the national archery trials.

Cheng Yang was handsome enough, and said modestly, It's just a casual fight.

He glanced at Fu Pei out of the corner of his eye, wanting to appreciate the other party's frantic reaction, but Fu Pei didn't even look at him, and played with Fu Ting's ponytail for a while.

Until the referee blew his whistle, Fu Pei took out a pair of bows and arrows from the shelf next to him, and walked calmly to the launch area to prepare.

Cheng Yang sneered, As expected, I haven't seen the world before. You don't even know how to hold a bow and arrow. Just shooting arrows like this is an insult to archery.

Fu Ting frowned, You are the most talkative person I have ever met. Don't your family find you annoying?

Cheng Yang, ?

After being successfully choked, he saw that the referee had already whistled, so he had to shut up and wait for Fu Pei to be embarrassed.

At this time, the projects in other areas were over, and many people gathered around to watch the archery.

I saw the indifferent and arrogant young man standing loosely at the starting point, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, his arms raised slightly, his muscles swelled, and he was full of anger.

brush--

The moment the arrow feathers were sent out, the referee had a complicated face, ...Student Fu, you missed the target.

Fu Pei casually tapped his chin, but was not hit by this result.

I read that right, Mr. Fu actually missed the target?

What's so surprising, Mr. Fu has never learned archery in the first place.

But no matter how bad it is, he can still make a ring. He is too mentally retarded.

The disappointed voices of the girls came over, and Cheng Yang laughed and burst into tears, feeling that all the anger he had suffered the day he threw the shot put was gone, Fu Pei, aren't you very confident? I can beat you!

Fu Ting handed Fu Pei a handkerchief and asked worriedly, Dad, don't you know how to shoot arrows?

No. Fu Pei wiped his sweat, still looking tired and lazy.

Fu Ting said warmly, It doesn't matter if you don't, even if you lose, you are the best!

How about winning? Fu Pei licked the corner of his mouth and asked with a tilted head.

Before Fu Ting could say anything, Cheng Yang sarcastically said, The results are already obvious. You can't beat me. If you don't want to be embarrassed, you should admit defeat as soon as possible.

Fu Pei ignored his taunting, but stared at Fu Ting earnestly for a few seconds, then smiled irritably, Fu Xiaoting, I won, promise me a condition.

Fu Ting nodded subconsciously.