Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 787: Chapter 785: What to do when the beloved one doesn’t know how to shoot arrows?_1

“He didn’t hit the target.”

Soon after, a white flag was raised behind the target, and the order soldier picked up the arrow and ran back from where it had fallen.

“Oh.”

Sighs came from the grass field one after another.

Young men and women who come to participate in the event saw where it had landed and shed a tear of sympathy for him.

“This person doesn’t have enough arm strength; he couldn’t shoot far enough, it fell 20 meters short.”

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Lin Qingluo had strong perception and could see clearly in the dark; she shook her head slightly with regret.

“The first arrow failed, and the next one is unlikely to succeed.”

Feng Yi gave a fair evaluation: “Unless he surpasses his limits with fierce unwillingness to give in.”

“He is going to shoot the second arrow.”

Wang Meng’s eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the archer, simulating in his mind his own shooting posture.

His brothers also held their breaths, staring intently at the archer.

“Ahem.”

The young man became even more nervous after his first arrow missed, barely pulling the bowstring taut.

“This arrow is also done for.”

Feng Yi sighed secretly.

“Swoosh.”

As expected, not long after the arrow flew out, sighs of regret came from the crowd closer to the target.

“This arrow landed even closer, it fell 50 meters short.”

Lin Qingluo also shook her head with regret.

Wang Meng sweated for him: “The last arrow, let’s see if he has the perseverance to break through himself and surpass the limit.”

“It’s hanging in the balance.”

Shitou pursed his lips, losing interest in watching the competition.

“I doubt it.”

Lin Jinpeng subconsciously chimed in.

“Shh, don’t speak.”

Lin Jinlong, out of respect for the opponent, signaled the two to be quiet.

Lin Jinpeng held his Fifth Brother in awe, showed a trace of guilt and silently lowered his head.

Shitou didn’t care, rubbing the back of his head with his eyes darting about.

“Swoosh.”

The third arrow was shot, and soon news came from the front.

Each arrow was closer than the last, and the onlookers outside the field shook their heads and sighed.

Girls’ teasing laughter came from the front of the big tent.

Feeling ashamed, the young man handed his iron bow to the servant who stood by his side and hurriedly left.

“You know, guys, do you ever feel that there are flaws in such a competition?”

Shitou, who had lost interest in the competition, started to let his imagination run wild.

“What flaws?”

Feng Yi, thinking he was talking about archery, immediately picked up the conversation.

“Just think about it.”

Seeing someone chiming in, Shitou immediately brightened up, his eyes shining: “What if Miss Mingzhu already has a lover she fancies, but he can’t shoot arrows? What to do?”

“Ahem.”

Feng Yi was almost choked by his saliva, and he glared at him: “Can you think of something serious?”

“How is it not serious?”

Shitou shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be innocent: “Don’t you guys have this question?”

“Don’t bother with him; nothing good ever comes out of his mouth.”

Wang Meng patted Feng Yi’s shoulder, deliberately turned his head aside, and avoided eye contact with Shitou.

Lin Jinlong and Lin Jinpeng didn’t want to answer such a boring question, silently lowering their heads, pretending not to hear.

“Tonight’s protagonist is Ah Ruhan; whoever she wants to choose is unrelated to the competition’s outcome. The competition is just a formality, meant to entertain the audience.”

Lin Qingluo didn’t want Shitou to keep bothering the guys and causing unnecessary trouble; her pretty face darkened, and her words carried a hint of sternness.

Shitou suddenly felt the temperature around him drop, shivering, and he sheepishly closed his mouth.