Chapter 440 The Sharpshooter Quiet
After a long while, Leng Yanluo could only sigh deeply and pat her head: "It's okay, let's go, let's go play something else."
Quietly, she said "Oh" and followed closely behind.
She wasn't stupid; she could sense that the person beside her wasn't very interested and guessed that he might be a little jealous.
But...on closer inspection, it seems a bit exaggerated.
It's just that I ran into a college classmate and exchanged a few more words with him. Is that enough to make me jealous?
She couldn't understand it, but she still felt she should comfort him. She walked over to him, tugged at his shirt, and started praising him: "Teacher Luo, you looked so cool when you were rock climbing just now."
Leng Yanluo feigned composure, but his eyes lit up: "You saw it?"
Anjing said naturally, "Of course, I watched you reach the top before I went to chat with my senior."
These words were like a talisman, instantly dispelling the resentment surrounding Leng Yanluo.
He said proudly, "Rock climbing is nothing special. I have an even better skill. Come on, let's go archery!"
The knot in his heart untied, and his cold, ruthless demeanor returned.
Then, he took Anjing to the archery range.
If there's anything besides rock climbing that can quickly bridge the gap between two people, it's definitely the archery range.
The thought of him teaching her archery made Leng Yanluo very excited.
Although the climbing gym wasn't crowded, it was still quite lively, whereas the archery range was rather deserted in comparison.
Upon reaching the target wall, Leng Yanluo took two bows, handed one to An Jing, and then took two arrows from the arrow basket beside him.
He prepared to demonstrate for her first, explaining as he straightened her posture: "An'an, when you hold the bow, you should raise your elbow, and align your eyes, the sight, and the yellow center line in a straight line, with the height roughly level with your chin."
"It's like this: when drawing a bow, you use the power of your shoulder blades, with your upper arm and forearm on the same line of extension..."
He spoke very seriously, but Anjing was getting a little impatient. She had started learning archery at the age of seven, so why did she need someone to teach her?
"Teacher Luo, why are you dawdling like this?"
She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, and with a swift movement, the arrow shot out with a "whoosh."
With a sharp "clang," it struck the bullseye.
Ten rings.
Leng Yanluo: "?"
Before he could speak, An Jing picked up three more arrows.
After three "whoosh" sounds, three more bullets appeared on the bullseye in an instant.
All of them are rings.
Anjing turned her head and gestured with her chin towards him: "Teacher Luo, I'm a professional at archery."
Leng Yanluo: "..."
Damn, that was a miscalculation.
An Jing then urged Leng Yanluo, "Teacher Luo, you sound so professional, you must be just as good, right? It's up to you now!"
Leng Yanluo forced a smile, but hesitated to draw his bow.
Even if he tried it himself, it would be difficult for him to achieve four consecutive perfect shots.
He doesn't deserve it.
Just as he was racking his brains for a way to decline, a somewhat surprised female voice suddenly came from behind him: "Quiet?!"
Anjing thought the voice sounded familiar. After turning around and seeing who it was, the smile on her lips disappeared, and she said coldly, "Tsk, you really didn't check the almanac before you went out and stepped in dog poop."
The cold-blooded Yama beside him also turned around and saw the newcomer.
Upon seeing Qin Yiyi, his expression turned cold in an instant. He grabbed Anjing's arm and said, "An'an, I've met this woman before. She's scheming and has a bad personality. It's best to stay away from her. Let's go do something else."
Quiet:"?"
Although it was hard to believe that Leng Yanluo would say such a thing, there was no denying that An Jing was still satisfied.
She chuckled and said, "I never expected, Teacher Luo, that you're such a seasoned expert at spotting manipulative women!"
In this respect alone, Teacher Luo is miles ahead of that scumbag Yan Su!
She must have been out of her mind to think of Yan Su when she saw him.
Overjoyed, she patted Leng Yanluo on the shoulder: "Teacher Luo, don't be afraid. If anyone should leave, it should be her. Can't the two of us handle her alone?"
Leng Yanluo pursed his lips and remained silent.
He wasn't actually afraid of losing, it's just that because of what happened before, he was almost developing PTSD towards Qin Yiyi.
He remembered with perfect clarity that the most serious argument he and An Jing had had in recent years was because of Qin Yiyi.
That time, he almost lost his treasure completely.
Although he didn’t know what Qin Yiyi had done, he was certain that An Jing’s 180-degree change in attitude toward him was inextricably linked to this woman!
Therefore, when he saw this woman, he only felt disgusted.
In just a short while, Qin Yiyi gracefully walked over.
An Jing sneered coldly, mocking him without any politeness: "So that's why the archery range smelled so foul today, it's you."
Qin Yiyi, who had just walked over, was speechless.
Her face darkened, but when her gaze swept over the masked man beside Anjing, she suppressed her anger and pretended to be weak and aggrieved, saying, "Sister Anjing, did I do something wrong to make you angry? I came here today specifically to play with you, and your words make me so sad."
Quiet:"?"
She rolled her eyes helplessly and imitated Qin Yiyi's tone, saying, "Yiyi, am I too outstanding that you had to come all the way to see me? Tell me and I'll change immediately, or I'll feel disgusted."
Qin Yiyi's toes sank to the ground as she listened, forcing a smile: "Sister Anjing, why are you speaking so rudely?"
She glanced at Leng Yanluo beside her and said meaningfully, "But that's normal. If I remember correctly, the last time I saw Sister Anjing at the archery range, you were with another man, weren't you?"
Anjing listened with a puzzled look on her face. When did she meet her at the archery range?
Ha, nothing's even happened yet, and they're already throwing mud at themselves.
She really couldn't understand Qin Yiyi's mentality. Logically speaking, she should be happily living happily with Yan Su by now, so why was she so jealous of her?
This shameless hypocrite has a serious problem.
An Jing was about to retort when Leng Yanluo beat her to it, domineeringly protecting his wife, saying, "My girlfriend has men accompanying her to archery because she's charming, which shows I have good taste. What about you? You came alone? Why didn't any men want to accompany you? Instead of wasting time stirring up trouble for others, you should look in the mirror and reflect on yourself."
This outburst left not only Qin Yiyi stunned, but even An Jing standing to the side was dumbfounded.
She felt a secret thrill, but didn't let it slip out, picking up where Leng Yanluo left off, saying, "Teacher Luo, you don't know, high-class white lotuses don't need men to accompany them; what they're best at is stealing other people's men to keep them company."
Leng Yanluo had a knowing look on his face: "I see. Then she came to the wrong place. She should go work at Heaven on Earth. There, men don't need to be fought over; they'll come to you on their own."
Anjing couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This man has a sharp tongue, but she likes it.
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