Chapter 33 Archery Lessons
Before the archery class officially started, the teacher had already told the students in advance that they should just keep a calm mind, because the archery class uses a moving target and it would be easy to hit the target.
Is it a moving target?
And he even said something like it was easy. Does that mean everyone in the capital is good at it?
But it seems that someone in the group said before that bows and arrows are outdated things, so how can one be good at them?
But then I thought about it and realized that the other people in the group were all classmates from the Central Military Academy. Maybe it was because this was the characteristic of the O Academy.
Lin Guantang walked into the playground holding a bow and arrow, took a deep breath, and had to say that he was a little nervous - but not that nervous. When he was in Area 35, he had shot some moving targets with a bow and arrow.
Seriously speaking, I'm more curious than nervous.
After all, with the relaxed style of Quan O Academy, the teaching of other serious courses is so casual, so there is no reason to make entertainment courses such as archery classes strict.
Or maybe the archery class has some special meaning to all of O Academy—
Just like the dance etiquette class that all students have to take, Lin Guantang didn't take it seriously at first, but unexpectedly the teacher was quite strict. He even had his own set of standards for walking pace, hand raising height, smile size...
Although the teacher's tone and actions were relatively gentle, being corrected bit by bit over and over again was enough to make Lin Guantang, who had been left alone since childhood, feel tormented. After class, he even had the illusion that he could no longer walk.
Fortunately, the other students were not much better off. After the teacher left, the classroom was filled with painful wails, which strangely made the students who took the same class feel sympathy for each other.
That's another matter.
At this moment, the archery teacher finished explaining the archery techniques and asked the students to practice shooting arrows at a fixed target. As expected, most of them shot off target, and those who could hit the target were considered successful.
The universal bows and arrows that O College allowed students to practice with were a bit too light for Lin Guantang, and the useless decorations were a bit cumbersome. But after practicing a few times on a fixed target, he had mastered the trick, and hitting the bull's eye was no problem.
This also attracted several classmates to ask him for techniques. Unfortunately, it was not known whether Lin Guantang's explanation was wrong, or other classmates misunderstood, or the time was too short, so the effect was not very good.
After practicing privately for about half a class, the teacher asked three students who had performed well in the practice, including Lin Guantang, to come out and demonstrate moving targets.
Before starting, the teacher said some comforting words:
"Don't worry about missing your target, everyone. We were just warming up to familiarize ourselves with the bow and arrow. Now, we'll have these students formally demonstrate the complete moving target archery process. Don't worry, the sparring instructors are very skilled. By the end of this semester, as long as everyone cooperates properly, we'll definitely be able to have everyone hit the target."
That's quite an impressive goal.
Lin Guantang couldn't help but admire the teacher who had such confidence.
After the teacher finished speaking, one of the students walked into the venue with a bow and arrow in his hand, looking calm, while another student stood in front waiting.
There was no mention of the order of order. Lin Guantang looked up and met the teacher's hesitant expression, but he cooperated and stood at the back to watch.
Then, Lin Guantang saw another teacher come on stage holding an archery target. He walked to the marked area, raised the target with his hand, and the first student also raised his arrow to test the direction.
Wait, is it a real person holding the target?
Lin Guantang had thought it was a moving target fixed on some track, but it turned out to be a human body moving freely? This was a more difficult challenge.
Lin Guantang couldn't help but watch it carefully.
After the first student made some preparations, he raised his bow and arrow, squinted his eyes, and shot an arrow towards the center of the bull's eye.
Something seems to be wrong——
Lin Guantang was a little puzzled. If it was a moving target, shouldn't the target be moving, and then they would find the pattern of movement, and finally come up with the most suitable archery method, and then shoot the arrow?
Why does the order seem to be reversed now? The arrow is shot directly at the center of the bull's eye, while the teacher holding the target remains motionless.
No way, this teacher is new here and was so nervous that he forgot to move.
Many speculations popped up in Lin Guantang's mind, but in reality, they only lasted for a moment.
When I raised my eyes, I saw a small arrow passing by and flying towards the target——
Oops—the arrow seems to be a little off-target and won't hit the bull's eye...
There was not enough stamina, and I fell down prematurely, as if I couldn't even shoot the target!
Is it going to miss the target?!
final--
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the arrow actually successfully hit the target!
Although it was not the exact target, the result was still quite good.
This was mainly due to the first student's control of the direction of the arrow shooting at the center of the bull's eye, and the teacher holding the target was very fast. He took a step forward with his long legs and directly placed the target in front of the path the arrow would pass through, successfully completing the cooperation of hitting the target!
Lin Guantang: ...
What?
The moving target is actually this moving target?!
Lin Guantang was dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes and even doubting his own memory.
He paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at the teacher who had stood beside him without him noticing, and asked with difficulty:
"Is this... what they call a moving target? Does it move the target to match the direction of the arrow?"
The teacher nodded and said with a smile:
"That's it. You can completely understand it after reading it once. You're not so nervous now, right? Keep going. The teacher has high hopes for you."
Lin Guantang was indeed no longer nervous, but he had an urge to vomit blood.
He was worried for a long time that it would be a difficult challenge, but it turned out to be a fool's tutorial.
As Lin Guantang looked speechless and confused, the second classmate appeared.
The first student shot the arrow right towards the center of the bull's eye, but the second student, whether intentionally or unintentionally, deviated from the direction from the moment he aimed. Before he even shot the arrow, Lin Guantang was sure that he would miss the target.
In fact, this is exactly the case. When the arrow reaches the other side, it has already deviated a long distance.
But the teacher holding the target was extraordinary. He flew over and actually caught the arrow with the target. However, he inevitably fell to the ground and rolled before he stood up. A lot of dust and grass rolled on his body, which caused a lot of laughter.
Lin Guantang didn't laugh. He looked at the teacher holding the target with a headache and felt tired for him.
Regardless of whether the second student did it on purpose or not, the others really had no experience in practice, and there were many ways for them to miss the target. If the task of hitting the target depended entirely on the instructor running back and forth to catch the target, they would probably be exhausted after a class.
The teacher's voice rang in my ears again:
"Students, you see, all you need to do is shoot towards the bull's eye. Don't worry about missing the target. Hitting the target is taught by your training instructor. Trust your instructor to have extensive experience catching arrows, as evidenced by the archery assessments of nearly ten previous classes."
Lin Guantang silently complained in his heart, this is nothing to be proud of, after all, is it to train the students' archery skills, or to train the sparring teachers' arrow catching skills.
"Student Lin, you can try it too."
Lin Guantang responded, temporarily put aside his chaotic thoughts, walked to the center of the field, raised his arrow and looked up, and met the eyes of the sparring teacher on the other side. At that moment, he actually felt a strange sense of sadness in his heart.
It was hard to tell for a moment whether he sensed the teacher's emotions or was simply overwhelmed by sympathy. In any case, before shooting, Lin Guantang shouted at him:
"Teacher, just stand still and don't move. I don't need to move the target."
The sparring teacher made an OK gesture to him, and Lin Guantang began to shoot arrows.
But I don’t know if it was because no classmate had made such a request before, or because the sparring teacher didn’t believe in his level. When the arrow was about to arrive, the sparring teacher moved habitually. Although he quickly retracted the action, it was still a little late.
The arrow that should have hit the bull's eye was off by one or two rings.
The sparring teacher looked at Lin Guantang apologetically, but Lin Guantang didn't think it was a big deal, after all, it was just a practice.
But the students who were watching around, including those who came from nowhere and were watching outside the fence, stood up for him.
"Hey, Lin said not to move, why are you moving, teacher?"
"That's right, that's right, I almost hit the bull's eye, teacher, do you have ADHD?"
"You're so annoying, you're so active. Wait till it's my turn, and see how I deal with you..."
When Lin Guantang heard the voices of his classmates around him, he couldn't help but frown. Most of the voices felt sorry for him, but some other chaotic voices made Lin Guantang feel a little uncomfortable, because it sounded like they were deliberately taking this opportunity to tease the sparring teacher.
However, after such voices were spoken, no one said anything to refute them, as if everyone had become accustomed to them.
Lin Guantang was silent for a moment, then looked up and asked the teacher beside him a question:
"Isn't the sparring teacher an omega?"
The teacher nodded and replied:
"Omegas don't have that much physical strength. It's Betas, don't worry. They've also been strictly screened and have great physical strength."
He wasn't worried about this, but he just couldn't accept words and actions that deliberately played tricks on others.
Although, since he applied for this position, he should know what he will encounter and make sure that he can bear it before taking the position, Lin Guantang still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Student Lin, do you want to try it?"
A sudden greeting interrupted Lin Guantang's thoughts. He looked up and saw a cute classmate. He said eagerly:
"It's a shame you didn't hit the bull's eye. Why don't you try again, Lin?"
Before Lin Guantang could speak, other people gathered around and added excitedly:
"I know there's a larger bow and arrow. Would you like to try it, Lin? I feel like this small bow and arrow won't allow Lin to use his full strength."
The people around him started to make a fuss, which made Lin Guantang feel embarrassed to refuse. Fortunately, after he looked at the so-called larger bow and arrow, he found that it was about the same size as the one used in his hometown, and it was very comfortable to hold in his hand, so he agreed to give it a try.
But this time, he directly chose the target fixed on the ground.
After thinking about it, feeling that it might cause some misunderstandings such as "being disliked", Lin Guantang deliberately walked over to the sparring teacher and explained to him sincerely:
"I don't have anything against the teacher, but I'm sure I can hit the bull's eye, so there's no need for the teacher to stand there and risk getting shot."
Beautiful, young, and lively appearance, but she has not lost her compassion and empathy.
The compassionate look emanated from those ice-blue eyes, and the implication was not difficult to understand—
Besides the fact that there was no need to stand there, he also didn't want to see the teacher being teased and laughed at by a group of students. No matter what others thought, at least this classmate Lin didn't want to teach in such a torturous way.
However, because he was worried that if he said this, he would be ridiculed by other classmates who were already accustomed to it, or that it would cause a bigger uproar, he used a more acceptable excuse to cover it up.
Tears welled up in the sparring teacher's eyes, but he forced himself to hold them back. He sniffed, nodded, and walked to the tree on the other side. Then he raised his head and watched the young man raise the bow and arrow that no one else had ever gotten.
After casually shooting two arrows to test the feel of the weapon, Lin Guantang officially began archery.
The slender white fingers rested on the bowstring and arrow, and the movements were so smooth that it seemed as if the bow and arrow originally belonged to the owner.
As the forearms exposed from under the short sleeves are tightened, a jumping glow leaves behind colorful rays of light on them, outlining beautiful and smooth texture lines.
The usually round and harmless ice-blue eyes became sharp, and the corners of the moist red mouth that always smiled were smoothed and pursed, revealing a look as sharp as the ice in early winter.
The sharp momentum that came towards them made the onlookers squint their eyes, hold their breath, and become nervous.
Although he was the person involved, Lin Guantang was as calm as a lake without wind.
He skillfully drew the bow and arrow, and after selecting the target, he released his fingers without hesitation.
As the crowd around them watched in silence and breathless despair, an arrow shot through the air, shocking countless people.
It seemed like just a moment, and only a bang was heard. When everyone looked over, they saw that the tail of the arrow was still shaking slightly, but the tip of the arrow had already hit the bright red bull's eye.
After a brief silence, bursts of exclamations and cheers rang out in the archery range. The beautiful and lovely omegas surrounded Lin Guantang and cheered, like a group of elves born from flowers dancing around the child of God.
Lin Guantang was holding a bow and arrow, feeling somewhat helpless as he was surrounded by the crowd.
The last time he was surrounded like this was at the New Year's party in District 35, but District 35 was full of familiar, wild neighbors.
The classmates surrounding him now were like flowers that would fall down with a push. Listening to their soft whispers of praise and smelling the mixed fragrance, Lin Guantang felt a little dizzy and didn't know how to deal with it.
Fortunately, the teacher spoke up in time and said that someone was looking for him, and rescued him from the crowd.
Lin Guantang almost fled as he quickly left the archery range and walked to a more remote entrance.
He thought it was an excuse for the teacher to rescue him, and was about to say thank you, but when he looked up, he saw two unfamiliar figures standing under a tree not far from the fence.
Lin Guantang was stunned. He really didn't expect that those two people were looking for him.
One of them was an elegant old man. He was not a stranger to me, after all, he was the Dean of Studies of O College. Occasionally when they met on campus, he would talk to Lin Guantang, but that was all.
The other person...isn't really a stranger, but he's not familiar either.
After all, I had only seen him in photos before, and this was the first time I met him in real life - well, it wasn't the first time, after all, I had seen each other's back once before.
But it was only less than a minute, and there was not even any trace left in the memory. No matter how hard I tried to recall, only the long silver hair was floating in my mind.
Now, we finally meet in real life.
But the other person's face at this moment was different from the oppressive feeling it gave people in the photo.
He wore a simple white shirt and black pants, a thin black long coat, and a pair of thin silver-framed glasses, which reduced the fierceness and murderousness in his eyes, and even calmed the color of his pupils, making them less oppressive.
From a distance, he looked like a tall, handsome, and aloof man who seemed a bit unapproachable.
Lin Guantang placed the bow and arrow on a shelf nearby, walked towards them, and greeted the Dean first:
"Hello, Director."
After he finished speaking, he looked up at the other person again, and with the remaining excitement from the archery and the overflowing surprise, he smiled and said:
"Senior Huo, good afternoon."
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