Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 823: Chapter 823: Enna Clark Really Tried Hard to Become Excellent

The bow was one of those aluminum alloy types that are as long as an arm, manufactured exactly to competition specifications, with the arrow half an arm’s length, fitting perfectly onto the bow to aim at a target a hundred meters away.

For ease of scoring, its arrowhead was coated with paint, so that even if the arrow fell, it could still accurately show which ring was hit.

Because the racecourse was a club frequented by wealthy people,

all the equipment here was top-notch.

There was no need for someone to call out the scores; as soon as an arrow was shot, a statistical machine could automatically announce which ring had been hit.

Skye Lawrence seemed to play this often; once she got the bow, she started toying with it, getting familiar with it, even professionally adjusting it.

Enna Clark just did a simple check.

“How about we play the simplest, best two out of three?”

“Sure,” she paused, “Ms. Lawrence first.”

Skye Lawrence made no fuss and walked to the forefront, squinting her eyes and aiming at the target ahead.

She was a good 1.73 meters tall with a slender figure, and she held the bow and arrow in a standard posture, emanating an air of vigor—as though she were a beautiful woman! Standing there, she immediately attracted the attention of many people.

With one aim, the arrow shot out in an instant.

“Beep—nine rings.” @@novelbin@@

The machine took three seconds to announce the score.

The crowd went quiet, surprised, turning their eyes toward them.

Nine rings!

It should be known that hitting nine rings was no easy feat; even professional athletes could only achieve this level at best. Ordinary people could at most hit five or six rings, which would already be considered pretty good.

Yet, Skye Lawrence had hit nine rings right from the start.

“Who is that woman, she’s amazing.”

“Don’t know, haven’t seen her before.”

“Judging by the height, could she be an athlete?”

“How could that be possible, such a beautiful athlete would have become famous already. Besides, she doesn’t look like one either.”

Whispers filled the surroundings.

She acted as though she hadn’t heard them and walked up to Enna Clark with a smile, “Your turn.”

Enna Clark hadn’t expected Skye Lawrence to be that skilled. She stepped up to the line, took a deep breath, calmed herself, and also aimed at the target.

The arrow whizzed out.

“Beep—nine rings.”

The crowd once again fell silent, this time even quieter than when Skye Lawrence had finished shooting, all of them looking incredulously at Enna Clark.

It was nine rings as well.

Skye Lawrence gave off the vibe of a decisive and powerful woman, and combined with her height and formidable presence, her hitting nine rings, while shocking, seemed somehow inevitable.

But Enna Clark was different; she seemed gentle and refined. Standing next to Skye Lawrence, she didn’t have the same advantage in height. She didn’t look like someone who’d play archery. Her hitting nine rings was not mere surprise to the others, but astonishment.

What’s going on? Is hitting nine rings nothing special today?

How come everyone is hitting nine rings the moment they start?

“Not bad,” Skye Lawrence finally took a good look at her, somewhat surprised.

Enna Clark, unassumingly proud, “Ms. Lawrence is quite impressive too.”

During her year and a half in Habsden, she had learned everything she possibly could, especially skills she might need, which she practiced relentlessly, night and day.

Archery was one of them.

She remembered, back when she was determined to master archery, that she had worn the skin off her shoulders to achieve a satisfactory level with the sole purpose of not letting Baron Lawrence down one day.

Fortunately, her efforts weren’t in vain, as they paid off when it mattered.