When the first arrow left the bowstring, it did not fly towards the bullseye as he had hoped, but instead veered off course in an embarrassing manner, eventually falling helplessly onto the grass in the distance.

The situation did not improve with the second and third arrows; they either grazed the target or struggled on the bowstring and failed to be released.

Faced with this situation, the surrounding audience began to whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with both sympathy and disdain.

Those who were expecting a thrilling match could only witness an awkward performance by a foreign tourist at the shooting range.

Some even started laughing loudly, using sarcastic and harsh words to judge this challenger who had come from afar.

"No need to look anymore, the Russian is definitely not going to be able to pass the level."

According to the rules of the challenge, this is undoubtedly the truth.

After all, you can only pass the level if you get a score of 70.

But now the tourist from Uruguay only has seven arrows left. Unless he can get a perfect score of ten with every single one of his remaining arrows, he has absolutely no chance of passing the level.

However, this blunt truth was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of the tourists from Uruguay.

Even if this Uruguayan tourist couldn't understand Chinese, he would still feel uncomfortable in that noisy environment.

It could be said that the Uruguayan tourist felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation and frustration, as if the whole world was against him.

Large beads of sweat covered his forehead, and some even slid down his back.

Correspondingly, the Uruguayan tourist's hands trembled even more violently, and each attempt to draw the bow seemed so difficult.

He also knew that he only had seven chances left, and he had to hit the bullseye with all seven of them to have any hope of passing the level.

But it is obvious that this is an impossible task.

Let alone hitting the bullseye with seven shots, even hitting the bullseye with seven shots combined would be very difficult for him.

In addition, he was under tremendous pressure and public opinion, and his mental state was on the verge of collapse.

The Uruguayan tourist slowly closed his eyes, trying to shut out the noise and ridicule from the outside world and let his mind return to peace.

But the mocking laughter and gossip echoed in his ears like the whispers of demons, making him unable to feel at ease.

Involuntarily, the hand holding the bow and arrow trembled even more violently.

Just then, a gentle yet firm voice suddenly rang in his ear, and it was speaking in Ulaanbaatar...

"My friend, archery is not just a contest of skill, but also a battle of mind. Only by staying calm and focused can you unleash your true potential."

Upon hearing the familiar accent, the Uruguayan tourist immediately opened his eyes.

But what he didn't expect was that such fluent language was not spoken by his own compatriots, but by a person from China.

Fortunately, he had heard of this Chinese man before – the famous Qin Zi'an.

The Uruguayan tourist nodded to Qin Zi'an and thanked him in fluent Chinese.

"Director Qin... thank you."

When the Uruguayan tourist spoke fluently, it wasn't just Qin Zi'an who was shocked, but also the tourists around him.

Especially those few Chinese tourists who had been cricketing behind the Ukrainian tourists, they wished they could disappear into the ground.

No one expected that this seemingly clumsy foreign tourist could communicate with Qin Zi'an in such fluent Chinese.

In contrast, Qin Zian only paused for a moment, but quickly recovered.

The timing was perfect; he could use this opportunity to help the Uruguayan tourist and successfully get him to the point of perfect clearance.

Since Qin Zian had already rigged Lin Yi's ballast performance, there's nothing wrong with doing it again here... right?

Moreover, the Chinese tourists around them were already teasing this Ukrainian tourist, so naturally they wouldn't say anything more.

In response to the Uruguayan tourist's gratitude, Qin Zi'an walked up to him and greeted him with a smile.

"You're welcome! Your Mandarin is excellent, you don't sound like you have an accent at all. Do you come to Harbin often?"

Qin Zian's voice was gentle and magnetic, instantly bridging the distance between the two.

Upon hearing this, Alexander's cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly waved his hand modestly, saying, "Not at all! I'm just an exchange student from Ice City University, and I haven't been here long. You can just call me Alexander."