Chapter 342 This is the archery art of our country
Some horses fell in the quagmire and never got up, some stayed in front of the railing and refused to cross, and some were entangled in the rope net on the ground and couldn't escape, taking the horses with them.
People also rolled down together.
At the end, only two horses, one black and one white, were left on the field.
The people on the backs of these two horses are Daniel and Zhao Lang.
"Come on Daniel, knock him down quickly!"
"Come on Daniel, trample him hard under your feet with your horse."
"Keep it Daniel, the first place will be yours soon!"
The people around him couldn't help but cheered for Daniel.
After all, Daniel was born into a family of earls, and this Zhao Lang is just a mediocre Chinese, not worthy of being compared with him.
The cheers around him made Daniel's blood surge. He kicked harder and harder, and his eyes were full of the red rope that symbolized victory.
He must get first place!
You must vent your anger in front of this Zhao Lang!
But due to his excessive control, the horse beneath him began to lose control. Not only did it suddenly stop where it was and neigh, it even started spinning anxiously.
Seeing this, Daniel became even more angry and quickly kicked the horse beneath him with the spur on his heel.
"You stinking beast, run away quickly. Why did you stop?!"
The horse, which was already on the verge of rage, was so stimulated that it raised its front hooves, threw Daniel off the back of the horse, and started running wildly on the field.
The person in charge quickly ordered people to stop the out-of-control horse, but they were all knocked away by it.
All kinds of screams suddenly came from the originally empty lawn, and the students who were watching the excitement dispersed and ran for their lives.
Seeing that the crazy white horse was about to step on a girl who accidentally fell, Zhao Lang tightened his grip on the reins, turned around and rushed towards the white horse.
Then he used the power of the horse's back to rise into the air, jumped on the white horse and grabbed its reins.
At the critical moment, the white horse neighed and was forced to turn around, and Zhao Lang quickly lay on the horse's back to calm him down.
The furious horse gradually calmed down. Upon seeing this, the people around him quickly stepped forward to check the girl's injury, and then, without exception, they all applauded Zhao Lang.
"Zhao Lang is so handsome, and his equestrian skills are so good!"
"Did he fly just now? People say that Chinese people know Kung Fu, but now it seems that they are not lying."
"Oh my God, he is so awesome. He actually tamed the horse like that. He must be the winner of this class!"
"So handsome, I just seemed to see a god! Isn't he much better than that Daniel?!"
"..."
Hearing these words, Daniel got up from the ground angrily.
"No, I don't accept it!" He clenched his fists fiercely and said, "I was clearly the first in the race just now. If the horse hadn't suddenly lost control, I would have been the first. The teacher has said that only the third
Only one person can get this ten points!"
"Really?" Zhao Lang said lightly, "Do you really think your equestrian skills are better than mine?"
"Of course." Daniel snorted coldly, "I'm afraid you, a humble Chinese, have never seen a horse in your life. How can you be better at equestrian skills than me?"
Zhao Lang's eyes deepened, and then he kicked the horse lightly, and then drove the white horse to run on the field.
He bent down and took off the bow and arrow hanging on the guardrail next to him, nocking the arrow, and pulling the string, all in one go.
With a "Whoosh" sound, the sharp arrow tip directly cut through the sunlight, passed over the tip of Daniel's hair, and was nailed straight to the wooden stake behind him.
There's even a fly nailed to the tip.
While Zhao Lang was doing this, he even crossed a quagmire and a railing with great difficulty.
His strong and sharp figure made everyone around him dumbfounded.
The person in charge looked at Zhao Lang with surprise and surprise, "Your equestrian skills are so good, have you practiced them before?!"
Zhao Lang got off his horse, put away his bow and arrows, and bowed politely to the teacher.
"This is riding and archery that our country has inherited for thousands of years. It is one of the six arts. Since ancient times, all the disciples of high-ranking families are proficient in the six arts. I only know a little bit about it."
The person in charge clapped appreciatively and said, "How can you even know a little bit about this? Your equestrian skills are already very good. There is no need to waste any more time in class. Don't worry, I will definitely give you ten points for this class!" Zhao Lang first expressed his gratitude to the red-haired old professor, and then looked at Daniel, who had been so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.
"However, the most outstanding thing about Chinese culture is not the six arts, but the etiquette and moral character flowing in our blood. We will not maliciously compete with others, nor will we use any means to achieve our goals. I think this is also what St. Ambis
The true meaning of the college’s motto.”
Daniel's face became even paler.
It was as if the arrow had not penetrated the wooden stake, but his head.
It's too scary, this man is too scary.
He just now really felt the sound of the sharp arrow tearing through the air above his head, and the end of the arrow had not entered the wooden pile!
How much effort did he use?
This is the direction you aim at while riding a horse!
What if his hand shakes a little, or he just moved...
Who is this Chinese guy?!
By the end of the class, Zhao Lang seemed to have become a celebrity at St. Anne's College.
The news that he saved a classmate on horseback and showed off his shooting skills spread directly to every corner.
The hospital finally decided to add ten more points to him as a reward for his bravery.
When the professor in charge found him, Zhao Lang was sitting on the porch reading.
The vice-dean walked over with squinted eyes and looked at this young man with unlimited potential.
"Zhao Lang, your points have reached 50 points now. According to the regulations of St. Bees College, anyone whose points reach 50 points before the midterm can make a request to the party. Do you have any demands? As long as we ask for it in our
Within our capabilities, we will definitely try our best to help you complete it."
Zhao Lang raised his head and thought for a while.
"Then Dean, can you return my mobile phone to me? I want to make a call."
Vice President:?
"Is it just a phone call? You should stop thinking about it. This opportunity is very precious. Many people struggle to get it. Are you sure you don't want to change it to something else?"
"I'm sure I won't change it." Zhao Lang said with a smile, "I just want to make a phone call."
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Jiang Li was already ready to sleep when he received the call.
As soon as she put the books in the bookcase and put them away, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
It's a very unfamiliar number.
Jiang Li wanted to hang up, but for some reason he got through.