Chapter 92 Who Taught You?
Murong Ye felt a lump in his chest.
Without waiting for his reply, Ye Yunfeng drew out another arrow and pulled the bowstring to its full length.
Seeing the arrow tip shining with cold light, Murong Ye's eyelids jumped and he almost subconsciously took a half step back.
Ye Yunfeng curled the corners of his lips, turned slowly, and straightened his shoulders like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.
Tsk—tsk!
This arrow hit the bull's eye!
The whole process was smooth and flowing. Before anyone had even had time to react, he had already shot two arrows!
One arrow shot and split Murong Ye's arrow feather, and the other arrow landed steadily on the bull's eye of his own target!
Even from beginning to end, Ye Yunfeng did not make any extra preparations or proofreading. He just raised his hand casually and shot down two arrows accurately!
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
It was Ye Yunfeng who first reminded: "Teacher assistant, can this score be counted normally?"
"Ah?" The teaching assistant standing beside him suddenly came to his senses, "Oh, oh, it should, it should be possible..."
There have been cases of missing the target before, but now -
Qiao Zimo muttered absentmindedly: "How can this be considered a miss? This is clearly tearing off Murong Ye's face, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it several times!"
I’ve seen people slapped in the face, but I’ve never seen anyone slapped so hard!
Who could have thought that in this game where everyone thought Murong Ye would win, such a dramatic scene would occur!
Ye Yunfeng pinched his neck, glanced at the results recorded by the assistant coach, and asked casually: "They both got ten rings, so it's a tie?"
Murong Ye felt as if he had been slapped again on his burning face.
In front of everyone, how can this be considered a draw! This Ye Yunfeng clearly said this on purpose!
Ye Yunfeng turned his head and glanced at him.
"continue?"
…
Murong Ye no longer had any desire to continue.
He clenched his fists and said coldly, "No need!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Ye Yunfeng stopped him and said, "The winner hasn't been decided yet, so you're not going to compete anymore?"
Murong Ye felt a tightness in his chest and he almost exploded with anger.
He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"Let's compete again in the second round!"
Ye Yunfeng raised his eyebrows, put away the bow, and left in style.
Qiao Zimo quickly rushed forward to greet him, his eyes filled with admiration.
"No buddy, you can do it! Even Murong Ye is no match for you!"
Ye Yunfeng shrugged: "What's the big deal? I used to help my sister catch rabbits, and I could shoot four with one arrow."
Qiao Zimo: “Ah?”
Ye Yunfeng shook his head and said, "I can't help it. Sister and Xiaowu - no, my third brother and I both really like eating roasted rabbit."
At that time they had nothing, it was freezing cold, and they were almost starving to death. They could only find food in the forest and wilderness.
His sister took him for a few trips and he learned how to catch the rabbits. He then caught all the rabbits within a radius of ten kilometers.
Ajie may not be good at other cooking skills, but she is really good at roasting rabbit...
As he thought about it, Ye Yunfeng smacked his lips with nostalgia.
"There's nothing I can do about it. We have so many brothers and sisters in our family."
Qiao Zimo fell silent.
So, just because there were four brothers and sisters who needed to eat, four rabbits were skewered with one arrow?
Others can’t develop the accuracy and strength even after studying and training hard every day, but you got them just to eat a roasted rabbit?
"...Then you guys know a lot." Qiao Zimo praised dryly.
Ye Yunfeng raised his lips, with an undisguised look of pride on his face: "My elder sister is amazing! She knows everything!"
"Ye Yunfeng?"
Feng Zhang arrived here at some point without anyone noticing.
All the students stood up straight and withdrew their gazes from Ye Yunfeng.
"Master Si Ye." Ye Yunfeng's original laziness was also restrained.
Feng Zhang came closer and looked him up and down several times with rare admiration in his eyes.
"You can do it, who did you learn this from?"
Ye Yunfeng said: "Of course it's with me——"
Ye Jingyan beside him looked at him calmly.
Ye Yunfeng changed the subject: "——I learned it from my brother."
"Oh?" Feng Zhang was a little surprised.
He had known about the situation of these two brothers before. Three years ago, something happened to their parents, and their elder brother Ye Xiting also died in the accident.
After that, these half-grown children began a life of exile, and it took them three full years to return to the capital.
Three years ago... Ye Yunfeng was probably only ten years old at most at that time. After such a long time, his archery skills have not only not been abandoned, but have become even better than those of his peers. It is truly incredible.
"My brother likes to wield swords and guns. When we were young, he often took me and my third brother with him. We became proficient at it after doing it many times." Ye Yunfeng said.
Feng Zhang nodded thoughtfully.
He collected his thoughts and a rare smile appeared on his face.
"You are very good."
…
Near noon, the first round of exams was finally over.
The weather in June was very hot, the sun was scorching and there was not a breath of wind.
Therefore, the second round of exams was postponed for one hour.
When I came to the parade ground this time, I saw two more rows of strong and shiny horses on the side of the field.
The second round of exams focused on flexibility, and the difficulty was several levels higher than before.
Murong Ye picked a horse that was completely black except for a streak of white on its forehead. He stepped on the stirrup and jumped onto the horse swiftly!
The horse shook its neck, as if wanting him to get off. Murong Ye pulled the reins, and the horse quickly calmed down.
"He used to go to the battlefield with his father, and he's very good at riding horses. When Princess Qinyang's horse got frightened, it was he who saved her." Qiao Zimo muttered in a low voice, "So every time he chooses the most ferocious and arrogant horse, and of course, he always gets first place."
Although he had seen Ye Yunfeng's skills in the morning, this was after all the skill that Murong Ye was best at, so Qiao Zimo didn't dare to hold out hope.
"But don't be nervous! You've already beaten him in a round this morning. Even if he wins this time, you two will still be tied! In a way, that means he loses!"
Ye Yunfeng looked at him speechlessly: "Which eye of yours saw that I was nervous?"
Ye Jingyan smiled: "Brother Zimo is really a know-it-all. He knows everything."
Qiao Zimo rubbed his head and said, "Actually, many people know this, but you were not in the capital before, so you don't know much about it. If you have anything you want to ask in the future, just ask! I will tell you everything I know!"
As he spoke, Ye Yunfeng had already casually led a horse onto the stage.
Following the assistant coach's command, the field suddenly fell into chaos.
It is not an easy task for everyone to ride horses and find the right moment to shoot at those fast-moving targets.
Ye Yunfeng squeezed his legs together and drove his horse forward. As soon as his hand touched the quiver behind him, he felt something was wrong.
He paused, slowly raised his head, looked at the three horses surrounding him, and raised his eyebrows.
If you can’t win alone, why do you want to use your numbers to bully the weak?
(End of this chapter)
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