Do Not Disturb Ascension

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Since the opponent wants a fair competition and does not need him to give in, Si Ruochen will naturally go all out. This is also a respect for his teammates.

He patiently and meticulously maintained the bowstring, adjusted the sight and shock absorber, and focused seriously. The white and slender fingers rested on the black bowstring, which made people unable to look away for some reason.

Yan Qirui only felt that this famous straw bag young master had changed in a moment. But he was calm and not panicked, after all, he had learned from a professional teacher!

Since he knew that Yan Qihang liked archery and had good skills, he pestered his father, hired a coach, and practiced hard for three years. Now he has the strength to participate in regular professional competitions.

The coach said that he was very talented, but he was a little worse than Qi Wang. The coach spoke of Qi Wang's talent in an amazed and regretful tone, and regretted that Qi Wang did not take the path of professional competition.

With his level and Qi Wang's talent, it is impossible to lose!

Although Yan Qihang has been growing up in the Si family for these years, his father still misses him. He is proud of Yan Qihang after he became a national second-level athlete.

Yan Qirui doesn't want to share his things, whether it is the Yan family's company or his father's attention. He will defeat Yan Qihang, and today is just the beginning.

"Who goes first?" Qi Wang looked at Yan Qihang.

"One person from each group, I'll go first in my group." Yan Qihang felt that Qi Wang was stronger. From childhood to adulthood, Qi Wang has always been the child of other people's families. He seems to have no shortcomings and must be good at archery. As for Yan Qirui, he has never been taken seriously by him.

"Okay. Ten arrows per person."

"Finally, compare the total score of the two groups."

Qi Wang mainly wanted to compete with Yan Qihang. He had always heard that the permanent first in this archery hall was very strong. It happened that Tang Yuanyuan praised the prize as cute, so he asked the owner of the hall to challenge him.

"Okay, come at the same time?" Yan Qihang wanted to make a quick decision.

Lose when you should lose, win when you should win.

"Okay." Qi Wang nodded and asked, "30 meters?"

"Okay." Yan Qihang also nodded.

Due to the limited space in the venue, the 30m target is already the farthest distance indoors. There are even farther targets outdoors. Now it's completely dark and you can't see the target, so there's no point in comparing.

The two of them each took ten arrows, aimed at the target 30 meters away, and shot one after another.

Thirty meters away, the target has become very small.

Yan Qihang's posture is skillful, not hurried or slow, confident and calm. Even if he doesn't plan to go professional, he likes archery very much.

Every arrow shot, the moment it leaves the bowstring, the unknown feeling of whether it is locked on the target is fascinating, and he enjoys the process.

Qi Wang is even calmer, nothing around him can affect him, his sight is locked on the target, and when he draws the bow, the only thing in his mind is the target in front of him, and winning.

There is a slight sound of wind in his ears, Qi Wang is extremely focused, and each arrow is faster, steadier, and more accurate!

The two men were about the same age, both youthful, with outstanding looks and different temperaments. They stood on each side, equally matched.

Today is Friday, students are on holiday, and this place is close to the mall, so there is a lot of traffic. Seeing people gathering here, they came to watch, and soon someone recognized the two people who were fighting.

"Isn't the one on the left Yan Qihang from No. 7 Middle School?"

"Is the one on the right Qi Wang from No. 1 Middle School?"

"I didn't expect Qi Wang to be able to shoot arrows, my God, he looks so good shooting arrows!"

Not only in the archery hall, one person spread ten, ten ten hundred.

Hearing that there was a competition here, people passing by outside also gathered here.

After shooting ten arrows, the owner of the hall came to count the results.

He was a member of the provincial team when he was young, and opened this archery hall after retiring. Everyone called him Coach Yang.

Coach Yang first reported Yan Qihang's results. Seeing that more and more people were around, he simply raised the loudspeaker to report the number:

"Yan Qihang, our archery hall has won the first place for two consecutive years."

"Today's performance is also very stable."

"Nine rings."

"Ten rings."

"Nine rings."

...

"Ten arrows, four nine rings, six ten rings."

"A total of ninety-six rings!"

"This result is enough to participate in provincial competitions and win awards. You can try it when you have time."

Coach Yang has known Yan Qihang for several years and knows his level. He is not surprised by this result.

"Then there is our challenger, Qi Wang."

Coach Yang had taught Qi Wang before and knew that his talent was not inferior to Yan Qihang, but he was not very interested in archery and only played occasionally.

"Nine rings."

"Nine rings."

"Ten rings."

...

"Ten arrows, four nine rings, six ten rings."

"Ninety-six rings in total, the same as Yan Qihang."

"This round is a tie," Coach Yang applauded, and asked again: "Do you want to add more arrows?"

"Add more." Qi Wang wanted to see who was better, and his handsome eyebrows were a little colder.

"I can do it all." Yan Qihang smiled, and his peach blossom eyes

had more sharpness, which were clear and bright under the light, like stars hidden in them.

"Add three more arrows?" Coach Yang asked.

"Moving target." Qi Wang increased the difficulty.

"I'll keep you company until the end." Yan Qihang was not afraid of the challenge.

"Then add three more arrows, moving target." Coach Yang turned on the power, and the base under the target began to move.

This time, whether it was Yan Qihang or Qi Wang, they slowed down and waited until the target moved to the center of their field of vision before they drew their bows and arrows.

Moving targets not only test people's concentration, but also their dynamic vision. Yan Qihang often plays badminton, so he has an advantage in this aspect.

Yan Qihang shot three arrows in sequence, nine rings, ten rings, ten rings.

Qi Wang was not far behind, ten rings, nine rings, ten rings.

"Another tie." The owner looked at this scene with heartache and relief. What a good talent, why didn't he participate in professional competitions?

"Another competition?" Qi Wang looked at Yan Qihang. There is no absolute tie in any industry. There must be a winner and a loser.

"Compete, blindfold." Yan Qihang occasionally trained blindfolded. After shooting arrows a lot, he actually had a keen intuition. Even if he couldn't see the moving target, he knew when to shoot.

The two of them blindfolded themselves with black cloth and competed with three arrows again.

Yan Qihang: eight rings, nine rings, ten rings.

Qi Lian: nine rings, nine rings, nine rings.

More and more people were watching. The duel was too exciting.

The moment the eyes were blindfolded, the atmosphere was full.

Some people cheered and shouted to cheer, and some people took out their mobile phones to take videos, sometimes taking pictures of Yan Qihang, sometimes taking pictures of Qi Wang, and they couldn't take them all.

"Another tie." Coach Yang was happy and heartbroken.

"Today we have two groups competing. Since Brother Qi and my brother can't tell who's better for now, why don't I compete with Young Master Si first?"

Yan Qirui couldn't wait any longer as he watched Yan Qihang shine. It would be better to let Si Ruochen lose miserably first, maybe it would affect Yan Qihang's mentality.

"That's fine." Coach Yang nodded.

"What do you think?" He asked the two who put down their bows and arrows.

Archery is very physically demanding, especially when the attention is highly focused. Yan Qihang and Qi Wang both shot sixteen arrows in a row, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on their foreheads. Letting Si Ruochen and Yan Qirui compete can also give them some time to rest.

"I have no objection." Qi Wang looked calm.

"Do you want to compete?" Yan Qihang asked Si Ruochen.

"Yeah." Si Ruochen was looking forward to the next competition because of the duel between Qi Wang and Yan Qihang.

Yan Qirui said that he had just started learning archery, but he had a strong sense of conviction when he mentioned archery, so his level should not be bad, at least he was not a beginner.

Seeing Si Ruochen agreed, Yan Qirui simply proposed:

"How about we just compete with moving targets?"

"It feels fun too."

"Okay." Si Ruochen wanted to save another step, "Just blindfold." If the difference is similar, they will have to compete blindfolded in the end, so just blindfold them.

"Okay." Yan Qirui smiled, his eyes slightly curved, "If I don't shoot well, don't laugh at me."

But he sneered in his heart, it's okay to compete with moving targets, but Si Ruochen actually wanted to blindfold himself. He was really praised by that group of people and didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was. He really thought he was a hundred steps away and hit the target every time.

Yan Qihang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He occasionally practiced archery with his eyes blindfolded to look cool, but Si Ruochen didn't practice much.

Yan Qirui dared to propose to compete with moving targets, he must have something to rely on. What if the gap between the two is quite large, in public, the loser will lose face.

He was about to say something, but saw Si Ruochen looking at him, calm and composed, as if he didn't care about winning or losing at all.

But he was too calm, more like he was too strong, so he was full of confidence in the next duel.

Yan Qihang thought of the ten rings that Si Ruochen had shot casually before, and calmed down again, even wanting to laugh a little.

Maybe Yan Qirui will fall hard this time, let's see if he still uses that fake tone to talk.

"How many arrows?" Coach Yang asked.

"Ten." Si