Many people noticed that the pitcher was a woman.

Because of the previous fight and the long interval between fights, many people subconsciously looked away when they heard the sound of drums being beaten.

A girl to be exact.

Although she was tall and had a veil on her head covering her face, she was obviously a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Many people were surprised.

This surprise is not because women are considered inferior to men.

In fact, women had nothing to do in their homes and did not have to spend a lot of time studying like men did. They were more skilled at playing games like pot-tossing.

It's just that he seldom performs in Jinyun Tower, not because he wants to show up in public, but because people bet on him in public.

It is always not a good look for a woman's family to be judged by money.

Of course, there are many shameless people in this world, either for fame or for profit. If men can do so, naturally women can do so as well.

"I wonder how skilled this girl is."

"Since you dare to stand up and fight, you must have some skills."

"This year is quite interesting. First there are the young people fighting, and then there are the girls. It is really like the arrival of spring in March. Everyone is full of energy and vitality."

Hearing his companions' discussions, Ning Yunzhao just smiled and lowered his head to continue making tea, never looking out the window.

Yes, it's good for young people to be full of energy. But it has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care.

If it was that girl, would it be like this?

Ning Yunzhao scooped the small camellia into the cooked bowl with smooth movements of his hands.

…

This person shouldn't be someone arranged by Lin Jiner, right?

But maybe girls can stimulate Jun Zhenzhen more.

Ning Yunyan thought about it and looked over. She saw that the window was blocked by several girls. She was about to ask them to move aside when a girl turned around in fear.

"You, you look, this person, this person seems to be Jun Zhenzhen." She stammered.

Jun Zhenzhen?

Ning Yunyan was stunned.

No way?

Next door, Fang Jinxiu was tapping the table impatiently as she looked at Jin Chuan who had rushed back.

"Miss Third, where is the young mistress? Why don't you follow her?" Jin Chuan asked in a trembling voice.

"She doesn't let me follow, so how dare I follow her?" Fang Jinxiu said casually.

"What about Yinbao? Miss Third, was it you who called Yinbao away?" Jinchuan asked with a pale face.

Fang Jinxiu hummed and didn't want to pay any more attention to the girl. When she heard the sound of drums being struck, she looked out.

She didn't really care who was going to be eliminated, but the location of this room was excellent. She could see the woman standing in the middle of the field at a glance.

The woman was wearing moon-white clothes, had a graceful figure and a veil on her head.

Although the hanging veil covered her face, Fang Jinxiu still recognized who she was at a glance.

"Oh my god!" she cried out. "No way?"

…

No matter how many people were surprised, the experienced Si She remained calm.

"Miss, where do you want to start?" he asked with a smile.

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Ya who was standing beside her.

"I didn't see much just now." She said, "How do you play? The Chinese style or the new style?"

Si She smiled.

"We have no restrictions here," he said. "Miss, if you want to bet on something, just tell us and we will make our bet accordingly."

Miss Jun stretched out her hand and twisted a bamboo arrow

"I'm asking about the argument or the form," she said.

Si She was stunned.

"If the theory of kata is 132, or 40, or does it stop at 24? If the theory of arrows is 132, does it stop at 12?" Miss Jun said seriously.

Si She was stunned.

This is a strange question. If we talk about moves, little girl, are you planning to perform all 132 moves?

Miss Jun nodded.

"I just happen to know more about pitchers," she said, and although her face was covered by a veil, she still looked humble.

I understand a little bit. Sishe doesn’t know what to say.

Little girl, do you know that there are many things where understanding and being able to do are two different things?

There are quite a lot of ignorant children here today. I just heard that the higher-ups are not very happy.

"There are no restrictions." Si She said gently, "Until you miss the shot."

"That's so embarrassing." Miss Jun said.

What are you sorry for? Are you sorry for winning money all the time?

Sishe was speechless.

"Miss, what is your first choice?" He stopped talking to the children and asked directly.

"Then let's start with the simplest one." Miss Jun said.

"There is a beginning."

The music stopped and Sishe sent the sound out.

"After all, she is a girl. We cannot let her lose face in this situation."

Ning Yunzhao heard his companions say this and offered a reasonable and rational bet of twenty taels. It was obvious that most people thought so, that they should be more considerate of women in elegant matters.

The sounds of betting came one after another, sweeping away the quiet atmosphere until a voice was heard.

"The nobleman A-19 bets one hundred taels."

No way, here it comes again.

The sound of betting froze for a moment, while laughter came from Ning Yunyan's box.

There is someone else in private room 19, and that must be Lin Jiner.

All the girls present laughed.

Ning Yunyan stood by the window and sneered at Jun Zhenzhen standing in the field.

"It looks like I've lost badly, so I have to go on stage myself," she said. "This is better, double the compensation, and I can lose more and faster."

Zuo Yanzhi bit her lower lip angrily.

"One..." she said to the girl.

Ning Yunyan stopped her.

"No," she said, "ten taels."

Ten taels?

The girls all looked at her in surprise.

"What can she lose with ten taels?" Zuo Yanzhi asked anxiously.

Ning Yunyan smiled.

"One 10 taels is not a big loss, but 10 or 20 10 taels is not a small amount." She said, looking at Zuo Yanzhi, "We should take it slow and not scare Jun Zhenzhen and the others. It will be boring if there is no fun."

She waved to the maid, who hurried out to report the order to the waiter outside.

Sure enough, after the bet number was announced, there was a pause outside, and then bets continued to come in.

After all, girls were treated preferentially and received much more bets than those gentlemen who had previously applied for the lowest level.

"Good luck, miss." Si She said with a smile, signaling Miss Jun that she could start.

"This time is different from that time." Miss Jun said, seriously correcting Si She, "It's not luck, it's fairness."

That time? Which time?

Si She was puzzled but did not ask, because he saw that the young lady actually grabbed all twelve bamboo arrows.

Generally, people throw one arrow before picking up the second one. Firstly, holding too many arrows in hand affects the throwing process, and secondly, no one can guarantee that they will hit the target on the first throw. Even if they are confident, they are embarrassed to show it. It is a refined thing, and showing off too much is ungraceful.

The younger ones are more outspoken.

Si She sighed a little, stepped aside without saying a word, and watched the young lady pick up a bamboo arrow, raise her hand and wave it gently.

There was a slight snap.

The bamboo arrow fell into the iron pot, swung twice and then became stable.

"Hit!" Si She shouted with a smile and raised his hand to applaud.

There was applause from all around, but at this moment, Miss Jun picked up another bamboo arrow and raised her hand.

There was a slight snap.

Eh? I haven't placed my bets on the next game yet.

Si She was slightly startled, and before he could come to his senses, Miss Jun's hands were already raised.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

One sound after another rang out, like a silver bottle suddenly breaking, or pearls falling on a jade plate.

In fact, the sound of the bamboo arrows falling into the iron pot was not that loud, but as she threw out one bamboo arrow after another, the music in the hall seemed to disappear.

"What's going on? Why haven't you reported it yet? Is it just one show?" The people in the box who originally didn't care asked casually.

This matter was indeed a bit strange. People who were close to the window looked out and saw the girl's empty hands.

This is not surprising, as after throwing the ball, your hands will naturally be empty.

Everyone's eyes turned consciously to the kettle.

There is more than just one bamboo arrow in this three-inch-diameter thin iron pot.

"There is a first... there is a first-class pass..." someone blurted out.

"No, there is a Chuquan pot." someone said.

Looking at the iron pot filled with twelve bamboo arrows.

It turned out that there was a first-time winner.

Is this what she meant by starting from the simple beginning?

This is easy for her, so what would be difficult?

Si She looked at the girl standing in the field and felt that this girl might really know more about pitching.

At least this mountain gate is well lit.