Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Song Feile did not expect that Pang Yi would suddenly appear at school. The brown pupils under the slender eyelids flickered with surprise, and then he quickly regained his composure, put down his bow, and showed a lazy but polite smile, "So It's Mr. Pang."

Hearing this title, Pang Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that there was no need to perfunctory or have an acting classmate by his side, and Song Feile, a noble son, didn't even bother to call him uncle.Although the transition was too fast, it was a little uncomfortable, but this situation was the ideal result of Pang Yi.After all, he didn't want to be on the bed, and the people below were panting and calling him uncle.

There will be psychological barriers.

Pang Yi's displeasure was quickly persuaded by himself, and he continued to approach him very naturally, "It's strange to call Mr. Pang. I've had a few rounds of wine. Once I'm familiar with the second, I'll be familiar with it. Call me Uncle Pang or Brother Pang." Not waiting for Song Feile to agree or not, Pang Yi handed the arrow to the young man in front of him, "Zhiyu is fine when shooting indoors, but helix feathers are better for maintaining stability outdoors."

Song Feile didn't seem to expect that Pang Yi knew a lot about archery, so he couldn't help but glanced at him and asked with a smile, "You also like archery?"

Pang Yi saw half of his body crumbled at this glance, and he couldn't press it down so hard. He pretended to be humble and took a bow from the bow stand next to him, and then replied, "I played for a while before, so it's okay." .”

At this time, a male student next to him said in a strange voice, "This is a professional training ground. If you have the mentality of playing casually, I advise you not to come here." Pang Yi squinted at the past, who the hell is this?Talking with a gun and a stick.

A rather handsome boy was distributing mineral water to all the contestants. When it was sent to Song Feile, there was obviously admiration in his eyes. Pang Yi sneered in his heart, thinking carefully, and couldn't hide it. No wonder he was full of hostility towards him.

It seems that if you like men, you are obviously more vigilant towards the same sex.

But this guy Song Feile is too ostentatious, with his flirtatious and flamboyant attitude, he can be both male and female.

"Senior, your water." The boy handed the mineral water to Song Feile.

"Hey, the next sentence is the senior, come on~" Pang Yi joked.

The boy guessed that he had guessed his mind, his face immediately turned red, and he glared at him angrily.Pang Yi ignored him, turned around and continued talking to Song Feile, "I said Feile, how old are you this year?"

This is obviously a strike-up, Song Feile took the arrow handed over by Pang Yi, and replied with a half-smile:

"you guess."

Pang Yi likes to attack in a straight line. He is too lazy to catch cats and cats with the opponent, and he doesn't want to hide it. He stared at Song Feile with a provocative look that he didn't realize, and issued an invitation:

"How about this, you just shot three shots, two 9 and one 8, and your score is 26. If I am higher than you, you can answer my three questions and you can't fake it. How about it?"

In the 50-meter ring target position, Song Feile's performance is completely at the level of a professional player, quite excellent. Looking at the practice field, no one can beat him.

Song Feile twirled the spiral feather arrow in his hand quickly and handsomely, and then inserted it neatly into the quiver. This action caused the onlookers to scream again and again.

Pang Yi rubbed his ears.This kid is so popular.

"I'm not very interested in this gamble." Song Feile stood sideways, not interested in this proposal.

Pang Yi looked at him provocatively, "What's the matter? Are you afraid of me, Uncle?"

Song Feile smiled, as if the other party had told a joke.

"What good do I gain from winning you? It doesn't matter to me if I lose." Opening his half-closed eyes, staring at the man in front of him, Song Feile gracefully expressed his indifference.

"That's how it is. One more." Uncle Pang's usual style is very generous, so he re-opened the conditions.

"You can save your chips if you win. When you make up your mind, ask me for it. In exchange, if I win, I won't ask the three questions. If you like it, you can change your name and don't call me Mr. Pang." So how about the score?"

In fact, no matter how you look at it, Song Feile took advantage of it.

"Don't you agree to this?" Pang Yi approached him, the sweat from the previous practice wet Song Feile's forehead, which made the black hair on his forehead all wet, and even the sweat dripped down his neck Next drop, apart from sexy, Pang Yi has no other words.

"Then it's up to you." Unexpectedly, Song Feile agreed, and he looked quite cute.

Baby, let's see how your Uncle Pang behaves today, Pang Yi pointed at Song Feile's bow, and continued to ask, "I didn't bring a bow today, why don't you lend me yours!"

Song Feile took another look at Pang Yi.

Pang Yi grinned and showed his white teeth, and stretched out his hand in front of the other party without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"Senior, don't lend it to him!!" The handsome boy next to him interjected angrily. The archer has his own unique arrows. This man is too thick-skinned. Although he looks good, his airy appearance is too annoying up!

"Go away, children have no right to speak!" Pang Yi sneered.

"I'm only one year younger than the senior!" The other party protested.

Pang Yi looked at the other person from head to toe, showing a smile of "so that's the case", "The height development is really pitiful!"

One sentence hit the opponent's sore spot, and the handsome young man pointed at Pang Yi, his voice trembling with anger: "Look at a guy like you who speaks big words, how can you win over the senior later!!"

Pang Yi felt that it was fun to tease a dog, so he planned to continue stabbing the other party, when suddenly there was a cold touch on his hand, he lowered his head, and Song Feile's charcoal black recurve bow had already been handed over to him. inside.Slender, pure black, with a graceful bow and smooth lines, but the tentacles are cold, just like its owner.

Raising his eyes, Pang Yi found that Song Feile was undoing the arrow sleeve and arm guard on his finger. Because there were only three arrows, Song Feile did not untie the quiver, but just randomly pulled out three arrows from the quiver. , This is an international practice, bows and arrows are dangerous weapons, the holder must mark his name on the tail of the arrow.

"You don't need the chest protector, it's so troublesome." With only three arrows, Pang Yi didn't bother to wear the chest protector.It's not that I haven't been injured by bowstring rebound before, but it doesn't matter if I master the trick later, it's just that it's safer to wear it.

Since Pang Yi didn't ask for it, Song Feile naturally didn't take off the chest protector. He just watched Pang Yi put on the armguard himself, and then asked him, "What do you want me to call you?"

Although Pang Yi made such a request, he actually didn't have too many demands on what Song Feile should call him, just don't call Mr. Pang so obsessed, so he answered casually while wrapping the bow handle around his finger, " Uncle Pang and Brother Pang are fine, Mr. Bie Pang is polite, just listen and respond."

Song Feile raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing that Pang Yi was also ready, he took a step back and gave him the venue.

The crowd watching on the stage seemed to realize that Song Feile's position had changed, and turned their attention to Pang Yi one after another.Pang Yi is also very eye-catching today, but he doesn't feel it.The slim white shirt and gray narrow-leg pants made him look like a standard successful person rather than a coach, and his obvious mature masculinity seemed out of place among a group of college students.

"Who is that handsome guy? Is Song Feile's friend?" Someone whispered, and it fell into Pang Yi's ear.

snort!Count your knowledge!Pang Yi rolled up his sleeves and tried his bow.

Judging by the proficient posture of holding the bow, he is definitely a frequent player. The interest of the people around has been aroused, and everyone's heads are looking at this side.

Pang Yi joked to Song Feile, "Are you saying they are looking at me? Or are they looking at you?"

Song Feile clasped his arms around his chest, stretched his posture, and replied nonchalantly, "I always treat the people around me like pumpkins, and it doesn't matter to me whether they look at me or not."

pumpkin?

That's a great answer.

Song Feile, you are such an interesting guy.

Pang Yi likes to stand in a hidden posture, and the surroundings are noisy, but what he needs is absolute silence.After standing still, he found that looking at Song Feile from this angle, the light brown hair of the other party would glow with a faint golden light under the light, which was very similar to his eyes.Contrary to the state where people around were giving Pang Yi their attention, Song Feile lowered his head slightly, with one-third of his pupils always hidden, giving Pang Yi a sense of not being paid attention to.

"We actually met a long time ago, do you remember?" This sentence was almost blurted out.

Fortunately, Nai lived.

"Why do you like archery?" In order to attract the other party's attention to himself, Pang Yi decided to ask another question before shooting the bow.

The other party didn't even lift their eyelids, "You have too many questions."

Pang Yi showed a wanton smile, lowered his head, inserted the tail of the arrow into the arrow slot, and then aimed at the target.The revolving lights of the previous life flashed by, and the last scene was fixed on the meeting with Song Feile. At that time, Song Feile was younger than now. Who would have expected that he would be reborn and they would meet again?

So, the greatest joy in life is that you never know what will happen in the next moment.

Hook the string with three fingers, aim, press hard.

Pang Yi stopped looking at anyone, and stared intently ahead, "Let me tell you why I like bows and arrows, because archery allows me to experience the so-called "conquer" pleasure."

After saying this, Pang Yi fired the arrow.And the moment the arrow was released, the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

9 rings!

There were exclamations all around.

The 9th ring couldn't beat Song Feile, so Pang Yi took out the second arrow.At this moment, his attention became highly concentrated, forming a straight line from his line of sight to the target. If Song Feile turned the audience into pumpkins, then Pang Yi's spiritual world would be blank except for the target.

There is no sound in his world at this moment, even the exclamations around him are filtered out by him.

At a distance of 70 meters, it is not easy to beat Song Feile, he needs absolute concentration.

My former teacher said that archery is meditation.

You have such a violent temper, you should exercise it well.

Pang Yi smiled and continued to shoot.

Second arrow.

————————Go!

Wow! ! !Someone around stood up from their seats, and the surroundings changed from sighs to exclamations!

Two 9 rings, amazing!

Even the handsome junior who hated Pang Yi couldn't help opening his eyes wide, showing an expression of disbelief. This blunt guy actually had two 9 rings in a row!This is completely a high-level performance of a professional player!

Song Feile's downcast eyes finally focused on Pang Yi.

Pang Yi started to get nervous again, he just wanted to show his hand today to surprise Song Feile.Men are all creatures who admire strength. If they win the other party in the professional field, the other party will obediently submit to themselves.Sensing Song Feile's gaze, Pang Yi turned his head and smiled frivolously at the other party. The confident light on his face was more dazzling than the lights of the archery gym.

He drew out the third arrow, kissed the arrow handle frivolously, and showed an arrogant smile to the young man standing with his arms folded:

"I said, why don't you just call me Master Pang~" Qian Bian's answer caused exclamations from the people around, and those who didn't know the truth felt that this was an extreme provocation to Song Feile.

Song Feile made a gesture of "You can do it" to him, and reminded him, "Go on."

Pang Yi turned his head and continued to stare at the ring target, his frivolous smile disappeared, and his serious expression was completely different from his previous appearance.This third arrow is the key to winning Song Feile, if it is lower than the 8th ring, today will be in vain.

He stared at the charcoal black bow, and thought of the global radio broadcast in the car when he drove over. There was a piece of information about horoscopes in it. The astrologer with a Taiwanese accent was chattering vigorously, saying "Congratulations for being born in April." My friends, today's lucky color is black, if you wear black accessories or black clothes to participate in the competition today, you will definitely win!"

black.Lucky color.Is that so?

Song Feile, I must beat you.

The moment the bow was drawn, the entire venue became silent. Pang Yi's movements were different from Song Feile's elegance. Like a leopard that has been lurking in the jungle for a long time, ready to attack at any time.

What will be the result of the third arrow?Everyone gets tense.

Watching the off-string arrow fly forward, Pang Yi's back was slightly sweating.

Another 9 rings! ! !

marvelous! ! ! !There was thunderous applause from all around, and the girls shouted especially high. It seemed that they had discovered another big treasure besides Song Feile, and shouted on both sides:

"Handsome uncle! What's your name!!!"

"Handsome guy!!! Awesome!"

Pang Yi moved according to the standard arrow path, paused for a while, put the bow on the bow stand, and walked in front of Song Feile.

"I won." Pang Yi smiled triumphantly at Song Feile.

"According to the rules, you can no longer call me Mr. Pang so lucky."

In fact, he is confident that he will win the 10th ring, but he can't beat his baby too much, otherwise Song Feile will lose face here, and it would be a tragedy to tear up the tickets later.

Song Feile looked at the archery target thoughtfully. At the position of the 9th ring, his brown eyes rolled around in their sockets, and finally he yelled obediently:

"Uncle Pang."

I'm sorry, Pang Yi's heart almost melted when he yelled Uncle Pang.