"I can't draw this bow."

The recruits around him stared at He Yan in a daze. Coach Liang also looked up in disbelief, almost thinking that he had heard it wrongly.

What does "I can't pull this bow" mean? And he said it so confidently and as a matter of course? He has led so many soldiers, and this is the worst one he has ever led!

He was so mad!

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Ba did not expect He Yan to be so frank. He thought that He Yan was arrogant that day and must have some special skills. This result was simply unacceptable.

"I don't have enough strength in my hands right now, so I can't draw the bow. Why waste time? I should give the crossbow to my brothers who need to practice. In a few days, I will have enough strength in my hands, and I will be able to draw the bow."

“He Yan, the guardhouse is not a place for you to play around.” Coach Liang also frowned. He thought that this young man was hardworking, willing to endure hardships, and determined, and would definitely succeed. He didn't expect that he would speak of his incompetence as if it was a matter of course.

"I don't see this as a place to play." The boy's eyes were clear. He thought for a moment and gave in. "Then I'll be able to draw this bow tomorrow after another day. How about that?"

Master Liang was so angry that his nose was crooked, "He Yan!"

He actually bargained with him! He treated the guardhouse as a market? He was very satisfied with carrying the heavy load for He Yan before, and he improved day by day, but bows and crossbows are not easy, and the strength of the hands cannot be trained overnight. Where does he get the confidence that he can pull it open tomorrow?

Coach Liang began to regret not listening to Du Mao and paying too much attention to He Yan. He should have made him a teammate early on to avoid getting angry with him. At his age, what would he do if he got angry and got hurt?

Not wanting to see He Yan's innocent face, Coach Liang waved his hand at He Yan, "Stop pulling. Go over there and run with the sandbag on your back. Five laps!"

He Yan said "Oh" slowly, walked to the side obediently, picked up the sandbag and went onto the long path.

He obeyed, but the feeling of hitting cotton with his fist made Coach Liang even more suffocated. He turned his head away and decided not to look at the boy who made him angry.

He Yan was running slowly, and suddenly he noticed a person beside him. It was Wang Ba.

"Boy, you are so weak, how dare you come to the military camp?" Wang Ba laughed wildly, "You can't even draw a bow, and you still dare to speak so arrogantly?"

"Brother," He Yan said as he ran, "You keep staring at me all day long. Are you really afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?" Wang Ba was stunned.

"If you weren't afraid of me, you wouldn't have to follow me around all day, afraid that I would steal your limelight."

"Who is afraid of you?" Wang Ba wanted to curse. What kind of person is this? He is a person who is not easily influenced by weapons and has his own way of saying things.

"You should know that private fighting is prohibited in the military," He Yan made a "slap" gesture to him, "If you are caught, you will be punished with a military stick. There are supervisors everywhere in the mountains. Even if you want to cause trouble for me, now is not a good time."

That is true.

Wang Ba stared at her, smiling wryly, "Why would I have to do it in private if I want to cause you trouble? You can't even draw a bow... In the martial arts arena, I can make you kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Oh." He Yan responded nonchalantly, "Okay, then we'll meet at the martial arts arena. See you then." After saying that, she quickened her pace with the sandbag on her back, as if in a hurry, and ran away, leaving Wang Ba far behind.

Wang Ba looked at her brisk back and felt extremely annoyed. He cursed at her and turned away.

…

This day's archery training finally came to an end after the sun set in the west.

The recruits rushed over to find food, eager to fill their stomachs, while the coaches gathered together, eating their own dinners and talking about the anecdotes of their respective teams today. If there were any recruits with good qualifications, they would show off.

Liang Ping wanted to praise Wang Ba and Shitou, but when he thought of He Yan, he felt upset. He was afraid that someone would mention him, so he just kept silent and lowered his head to eat. Unexpectedly, the more he feared, the more it would happen. Du Mao asked with concern: "Lao Liang, how is He Yan in your team today?"

Liang Ping had nothing to say.

A coach next to him laughed and said, "He! Haha, he gave up before he even drew the bow today, and said, 'I can't draw this bow.'" He imitated He Yan's calm tone, but matched his expression with a sarcastic tone, "That pissed off Old Liang, his face turned blue."

"You didn't even draw the bow?" Du Mao was also surprised. "This is too outrageous."

"That guy doesn't look like someone who can stay in the barracks. You don't know, he said at the time that if we give him one day, we can open it tomorrow. I wonder where Lao Liang picked up such a treasure. I really doubt him," the coach who spoke tapped his head with his hand, "There is something wrong here."

As they were talking, someone came in. The coaches turned around and saw Xiao Jue and Cheng Lisu walking in. Everyone immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks, stood up and saluted, saying, "Commander-in-Chief, Master Cheng."

"I heard you guys talking excitedly in there from far away. What are you laughing about?" Cheng Lisu asked with a smile.

This young man is always in a happy mood. He has been eating and drinking in Liangzhou Guard these days and enjoying himself. Although I don't know why the young master who lives a luxurious life in the capital doesn't stay at home to enjoy his life and comes to Liangzhou Guard, since he is brought here by Xiao Jue, I have to give him some face and dare not neglect him.

It was the coach who had squeezed Liang Ping at the beginning who spoke first, "We are talking about the training of the new soldiers today. There is a new soldier under Old Liang who can't even draw a bow, but he said he will be able to draw it tomorrow. Master Cheng, don't you think this is ridiculous?"

"Hey, you can't even draw a bow, isn't that worse than me?" Cheng Lisu was shocked. He was the weakest among the noble sons in terms of both civil and military skills, but he could still draw a bow and crossbow. He didn't expect to find someone weaker than him here, and he immediately became interested. He turned to look at Xiao Jue: "Uncle, did you hear that? At least in Liangzhouwei, I'm not the worst."

Xiao Jue glanced at him, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him. Cheng Lisu was met with a cold face, but he was not annoyed. He turned to several coaches with great interest and asked: "What is the name of that strong man? He has such similar interests with me. I must meet him and become sworn brothers."

Liang Ping: “…”

"Hey, Lao Liang, what was the new recruit's name?" The coach who was speaking tried to recall, "He...He what?"

What did he do wrong? Why did God treat him like this? Liang Ping felt like crying because he had embarrassed himself in front of the governor. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he could only bite the bullet and continue, "He Yan."

The young man, who had always had a cold expression on his face, suddenly raised his eyes when he heard this.

He Yan?

－－－－－－－A side note－－－－－－－

My uncle didn’t know that Yanyan was a girl before, and he didn’t like Yanyan. Now he doesn’t recognize Yanyan.

Everyone, please stop adding drama to their stories. How could Qianshan Tea Guest's writing contain love so early on? (Xiao S's cold face.jpg