Chapter 213

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

She Lei and Li Changning are both fine young men who fear the world isn't chaotic enough.

Before entering the Martial Arts Hall, they still had to fight people on the streets; after entering, their Body Technique and archery levels naturally became the focus of comparison, and the bored students might well have turned the shooting range into a gambling den...

Chen Yi and the others did not stop the students' development in this regard; high-pressure policies need an outlet for release, and practicing archery is hardly a bad thing.

However, although they practiced archery to an extraordinarily proficient degree within the shooting range, She Lei and the others had never competed against outsiders, which left them excited yet apprehensive on the road to the Gymnasium.

"What level do you think the students in the Gymnasium are?" Li Changning's little pot belly had been more or less trimmed into a sturdy little waist after so long of practice, at least as thick as his legs.

"Provincial Athletes, at least." Sang Chengqiang stuck out his Armored Shoulder Guard, trying to look the part in the female students' eyes.

"Wonder how strong a Provincial Athlete's archery is?"

"Provincial university athletes? Bullshit."

"Definitely not weak." She Lei touched his already very faint red bangs and said, "We used to have a brother, said he was a Provincial Long-distance Runner, ran 10,000 meters in under 30 minutes, looked like he'd make the national team, then got into trouble on the street and got chased down and had his arm chopped off."

The Security Team students all laughed.

She Lei laughed, "Don't not believe it; he later did race walking too. Won some City Champion title."

The whole car laughed even harder. Ma Zhongcheng laughed loudly, then said, "Put that way I'm confident; we can hit the bullseye at 100 meters, what's there to fear from Provincial Athletes."

"What if they're not Provincial level?" Li Changning suddenly asked.

"Weak ones are even less scary." She Lei laughed heartily. He was now at Level Two Peak, just a hair from Body Art Level 3, top of the class among the Martial Arts Hall students, and quite confident. And from the few external conflicts he'd had, he'd improved vastly from the reckless punk he used to be; just being able to dodge a brick was enough to brag about repeatedly.

Li Changning, however, shook his head lightly, finger pointing to the rear.

Right in front of the modified minibus, a red banner hung before the Gymnasium, written with a line of large characters: World Archery Alliance!

The word "World" is terribly formidable in China; it means a competitor must first fight their way out of China — as for facing the challenge of the remaining 5 billion people, that's a minor matter by comparison.

She Lei coughed heavily; he still couldn't beat the Naked Bear, let alone compete with world-class professional athletes.

Once stage fright set in, all kinds of worries surged up; he gave Ma Zhongcheng a look, and the latter immediately said, "Why not just do today's work first, at least patrol a circle around the lake?"

"Where are there any blind punks nearby these days? Ever since you shot that red-haired kid with an arrow..." a Leather Armor man in the back said, trailing off into silence, because red-haired She Lei was glaring right at him.

The Automobile "screeched" to a brake; students passing by the Gymnasium had long since spotted these Martial Arts Hall students in bright armor, and a student wearing a Student Council Badge came up proactively, asking, "Are you here to participate in archery, or to perform a program?"

"We are..."

"You're Chen Yi's Martial Arts Hall students, right?" Another Student Council Cadre ran hopping over, hand extended, "I'm Cai Huaqing, same class as Chen Yi."

She Lei hesitated a moment, then said, "We are Chen Family Martial Arts Hall students... this... Martial Uncle, hello."

A whole group was waiting for his greeting; in unison they bowed and shouted, "Martial Uncle, hello."

The Martial Arts Hall's education is entirely conducted by the Knight's Code; the strictness that takes life and death as its boundary makes it hard for modern people to endure, yet also gives them peace of mind.

Sometimes, solemn and serious, rigorous and demanding management makes people feel better. Like 21st-century workers often nostalgically recall the beautiful mornings of rising at 5 a. m. to recite quotations; whether it's a universally valuable beauty doesn't matter.

Cai Huaqing shuddered all over, as if an icy body touched hot water, as if a scorching body touched cold water.

Involuntarily, a joy of superiority rose in him. But the word "Martial Uncle" made him think of Chen Yi, associate it with the latter receiving such reverent joy every day, realize this moment's pleasure came from Chen Yi, and he suddenly felt displeased.

Why should different births determine different futures?

Why should I work harder, suffer more, yet because I was born into an ordinary family, only be able to work for you all my life, even only have the qualification to see you at staff meetings...

Why!

This world is truly unfair.

Cai Huaqing, with a heart full of anger and sad indignation, nodded and said "Hello," then fell into a collective trance.

His Senior Brother gave him an unhappy glance.

The fully armored Security Team members replied at this moment, "We're just passing by the Gymnasium."

Senior Brother ruthlessly punched Cai Huaqing.

This fellow snapped awake as if from a dream, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "No matter, the Gymnasium is open all day; want to come in and watch archery practice? Several national teams are here today."

"No need to be polite."

"Our Jiang University also has its own archery team; if you can come help, Chen Yi would definitely be happy." Cai Huaqing pulled She Lei along, "Better to meet by chance than invite; let's watch first, not asking you to compete."

He naturally harbored the thought of making the Martial Arts Hall students compete; never mind if it would increase Chen Yi's Martial Arts Hall's fame, a troublemaking heart can always twist anything into something bad.

She Lei looked at his teammates, finally nodded: "Since Martial Uncle says so, we'll go take a look."

The younger team members cheered and ran toward the Martial Arts Hall.

Cai Huaqing seemed to have snorted powder again, feeling comfortable all over: Having an awesome dad is really great, don't have to do anything, don't have to worry about anything, coddled from childhood, now can even build a Martial Arts Hall to play with, make all the students call him Master. He might not even know how to side-kick... Isn't the life I've dreamed of exactly this kind of life?

Recalling the past 20 years, he only saw himself studying desperately, finally becoming Provincial Top Scholar — proud past events, but merely pride. Even using that to join the Student Union, above him there were still layers of important personnel.

"Sigh, Student Union! Students wanting to rise, like me, have to obediently listen to the elders, work desperately. But some students don't want to rise, they don't obey orders. And those teachers' kids, connections kids, officials' kids — they're all disobedient..."

The more Cai Huaqing thought, the more he felt the badge on his chest was meaningless; in the end, only he himself was the obedient one. Even in the future, he could only bully kids like himself.

"What on earth am I doing this for?"

Cai Huaqing's thoughts just wouldn't stop.

The students' Security Team entered the Gymnasium interior.

The Archery Hall is at the innermost side of the Gymnasium; the semi-transparent roof covers only a quarter of the Inner Hall, the remaining three-quarters completely open-air.

Right now, inside there are 20-some athletes from various countries doing various practices or cultivation.

Some are doing tedious equipment exercises; some have already opened their own bows and arrows, adjusting postures, manipulating themselves or the bows without arrows, like living meat sculptures.

Only three or four athletes slowly nocked arrows on the string, four fingers gripping the string, making the few youngsters stare blankly: "Boss, isn't archery supposed to use the thumb to draw the string?"

She Lei didn't understand either; he'd never encountered archery before, looked at his own weapon, and said somewhat hesitantly: "Maybe the practice methods are different."

Li Changning said, "Don't worry about so much; the method Hall Master teaches is definitely the best."

"On their bows and arrows, there are so many cross marks, one by one; I know some are for aiming, but the others? So troublesome..."

"Those are the clicker, stabilizer rods, balance rods..." The one answering was a girl, with phoenix eyes, skin so good it made one suspicious.

She smiled lightly at everyone and introduced, "These are all things to increase accuracy, different from your weapons."

A kind smile, the key point being a beautiful person, made the students nervous all at once.

She Lei asked stupidly, "What is a clicker?"

"At what length the arrow is released is a critical issue; the clicker is used to solve it. When the arrowhead passes the clicker, there will be a 'pop' sound; releasing the arrow at this moment is the most stable." After the girl explained unhurriedly, she said, "I'm going to practice; you all continue touring."

"Are you a student of Jiangning University?" She Lei's face was about to turn red.

"No, I am from the Malaysian Archery Alliance." The girl had no feeling for him and did not report her name; she just nodded slightly and left.

She Lei, however, didn't understand; he grabbed Li Changning's arm hard, as if trying to gouge out a piece of meat, and said, "A classical beauty speaks just like this. When I watch wuxia movies, the girls inside aren't this pretty."

"The face is quite good-looking, but the sportswear is too conservative; can't see the figure."

She Lei seemed offended and said angrily, "The figure is definitely good."

"Yes, yes, definitely good." Li Changning nodded repeatedly. He couldn't beat She Lei, so he could only habitually yield.

She Lei had never felt armor so heavy, so hot; he was tortured walking circles back and forth in the huge gymnasium.

The students all watched until tired, then someone said quietly, "If you want to chat up that Malaysian chick, then go."

"Don't call people 'chick'; it's impolite."

"Then what to call her?"

She Lei stomped his foot and went. He was wearing the Level 2 Student's Saber-toothed Beast Thick Leather Armor; protective performance was excellent, weight also astonishingly large; walking on the ground 'peng peng peng', as if a fattening dance track.

Before he arrived, the Malaysian beauty trying the bow turned her face over.

"She smiled!" She Lei thought, there's a chance.

He was encouraged, single-mindedly rushed up, lowered his head and said, "Beauty, I am She Lei, from Chen Family Martial Arts Hall."

"I am called Wu Jingjing, hello." The beauty's smile was still kind; She Lei still didn't know that was a polite refusal.

He didn't know what to say for a moment, his mind a blank, so he picked up the bow and arrow and said, "I can also shoot arrows."

"Oh?"

"How is yours calculated? Let me try." She Lei knew his mouth was clumsy; relying on language he couldn't compare to the beauty's pursuers, so he lifted the bow, pulled out an arrow, aimed slightly, and asked, "Hitting how many rings counts as excellent?"

The reason he dared ask this was because a 70-meter target, for Martial Arts Hall students, was not difficult.

Wu Jingjing took one look at his bow and arrow and knew, smiling, "You use traditional bow and arrow, pursuing killing power, not precision..."

"Hitting how many arrows counts as excellent?" She Lei stubbornly asked.

A male athlete walked over, smiling, "The 70-meter target face is 122 centimeters wide, bullseye diameter 12.2 centimeters, white black blue red gold five rings, adjacent difference 2 points, an average score of 9 points counts as excellent."

She Lei heard this, not difficult; the bone arrow in his hand went 'swish' and flew out.

"Each arrow 30 seconds..." This person spoke half and stopped. In a short 10 seconds, She Lei had already shot 5 arrows; this was still him suppressing the desire for a good score.

The students all had a matter-of-course appearance; Wu Jingjing and the others stopped training in surprise.

Another 15 seconds later, She Lei put down the bow and arrow, smiled proudly and said, "10 arrows 92 rings, not bad right. I said I can shoot arrows."

"Bring the target over." Wu Jingjing said a sentence, turned her head, and said seriously, "You just said, which martial arts hall?"

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