Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 82 Archery Slap 2

Fu Ting asked in confusion, "...Don't you think you can be a handsome school grasser?"

Fu Pei copied his pocket with one hand, and the corners of his lips curled out frivolously, "Probably someone looks ugly and thinks beautifully."

Although he *big guy* hasn't cared about the fake name of the school grass, but whoever makes the little fool be the school girl, he will never let other men become the school grass and join her.

Cheng Yang was so angry that he deformed and gritted his teeth viciously, "Okay, then just wait and see."

The outcome of an archery competition is calculated based on the number of rings the athlete hits on the target. The closer the arrow hits the target, the higher the number of rings.

The referee assigned ten feathers to everyone, one by one according to the ranking.

None of the students who participated in archery had studied it, and the results were terrible.

When it was Cheng Yang's turn, his professional bow posture won a lot of praise.

He pretended to be cool for a while, and shot the first arrow at the bullseye-eight rings!

It has to be said that Cheng Yang does have a few shots in archery, and he has achieved this result that no one has surpassed in school so far.

In the amazing exclamation of the girls, he shot the final feathers confidently and finally got a good result of 88 ring.

"Yes, classmate Cheng." The referee gave a thumbs up, "You deserve to be a professional archer. You can participate in the national archery trials with this score."

Cheng Yang was so handsome, and said modestly, "Just hit it casually."

He Yu Guang glanced at Fu Pei, wanting to appreciate the other's furious reaction, but Fu Pei didn't even look at him, and played with Fu Ting Mawei every time.

Until the referee blew his whistle, Fu Pei took out a set of bows and arrows from the shelf next to him, and walked to the launching area calmly to prepare.

Cheng Yang sneered, "Sure enough, you have never seen the world before, and you can't even hold a bow and arrow. It is an insult to archery that you shoot an arrow like this."

Fu Ting frowned, "You are the most talkative person I have ever seen, don't your family bother you?"

Cheng Yang, "?"

Successfully choked with a black face, seeing that the referee had blown his whistle, he had to shut up and wait to see Fu Pei ashamed.

At this time, projects in other areas were over, and many people gathered to watch archery.

I saw the indifferent young man standing at the shooting point casually, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, his arms raised slightly, his muscles swelled, and A was full of breath.

brush--

The moment the arrow feathers were sent, the referee was full of complex expressions, "...Student Fu, you missed the target."

Fu Pei lightly nodded his chin, but he was not hit by the result.

"I'm not mistaken, did Mr. Fu miss the target?"

"What's so surprising about this, Mr. Fu has never learned to archery."

"But no matter how bad he is, he can make 1 ring. He is too mentally retarded."

The disappointed voices of the girls came, and Cheng Yang’s tears of laughter came out, and he felt that all the anger he suffered on the day of throwing the shot was returned. "Fu Pei, aren’t you very confident? Why are you capable of this? I closed my eyes. I can beat you!"

Fu Ting handed Fu Pei a veil, worried, "Dad, don't you know how to shoot arrows?"

"No." Fu Pei wiped his sweat, still looking tired and lazy.

Fu Tingwen said, "No, it doesn't matter, even if you lose, you are the best!"

"Will you win?" Fu Pei licked the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and asked.

Before Fu Ting said anything, Cheng Yang mocked, "The results are already obvious. You can't beat me. If you don't want to be ashamed, you should give in as soon as possible."

Fu Pei ignored his ridicule, but seriously stared at Fu Ting for a few seconds, then smiled a bit nasty, "Fu Xiaoting, I won, and promised me one condition."

Fu Ting nodded subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)