"A's great archery is so impressive. He has a heroic demeanor."
Guan Lang ignored the unrestrained snaps and exclamations of several female painters.
The arrow in his hand shot out quickly with a whoosh, accurately hitting the center of the bullseye.
“Aria is so amazing!”
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"Is he so strong?"
Everyone was exposed to archery for the first time, and they were amazed when they saw him hitting the target so easily and neatly.
Guan Lang waved his hand: "No, it's just a ten-meter arrow path. It's not that difficult. If you practice a few times, it will be quite easy to hit the tenth ring with the correct posture."
Guan Lang didn't think this was something worth showing off at all. The fixed target with a ten-meter arrow path was not difficult for him. Even the target with a thirty-meter arrow path had a 100% hit rate.
On the contrary, he was a little embarrassed when everyone exclaimed and praised him.
Just like a senior high school student taking the elementary school mathematics test paper, even if he gets a perfect score, he doesn't think it is a glorious thing.
Although he is being modest, no one really thinks that archery is as easy as he says.
Now I have a better impression of Guan Lang's modesty.
Guan Lang then selected some recurve bows for everyone to use for teaching.
After explaining some basic safety precautions, we let everyone experience it themselves.
Anyway, everyone is just here to kill time, not to learn any archery. Giving too much teaching is more like he is showing off, and Guan Lang will naturally not do this.
Just have fun everyone.
In order to avoid putting pressure on everyone, he didn't practice too seriously and just shot a few arrows casually beside him.
There are seven rings and eight rings.
If someone wants him to provide guidance alone, he will also help correct the movements.
"Yin Bai, let's compete to see who can shoot more accurately." Painters in groups of three and three began to compete with each other in a playful manner.
Everyone chatted and competed, and the time passed in the cold air-conditioned room was quite interesting.
"Aria, come and teach us!" Boom, the voices of three female painters, Yingying and Li Muzi, sounded from the venue again.
Guan Lang, who was teaching Yin Bai and Da Chao how to position himself, looked over.
"It's okay, you can teach the lesbians, and we can try the skills you teach ourselves." The male compatriots did not dare to hold on to her, especially when faced with three pairs of eyes that contained special threatening meanings.
Guan Lang nodded, then changed the location and went to the corner of the venue to teach several female painters.
Obviously, these female painters have impure thoughts. Their eyes are not focused on his movements, but on his face, so some simple movements often need to be demonstrated and explained several times.
And sometimes they have to work as a videographer, helping to take short videos or photos for sending to them on Weibo or Moments.
Female compatriots don’t care about accuracy when they shoot arrows, but they care more about standing good-looking and having graceful posture.
Guan Lang, who understood this, simply stopped teaching them standard postures and movements, and instead turned to helping them design more handsome postures.
Just when Guan Lang was trying to figure out the poses for Hong Hong and the others and find an angle to take photos, a burst of arguing sounded from the other end.
Guan Lang turned his head and looked over.
I saw Yinbai and several other male painters gathering together, and they seemed to have had an argument with another group of young men and women who had just entered the venue to practice.
"Let's go and have a look!"
The person was brought by Guan Lang. Of course, Guan Lang couldn't watch the fun and walked quickly to get in the crowd.
Guan Lang asked the painter and found out what happened.
It turned out that Yin Bai and Da Chao were competing in archery and were bragging.
However, the two men's arrows that missed the target were obviously not as powerful as they claimed.
The girls in the team next door saw it and laughed a few times.
Yinbai didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but Dachao was not happy to be ridiculed like this. The two of them were playing with cum, and what did it have to do with them, so he couldn't help but retorted.
This back-and-forth quarrel escalated. The boys in the next team couldn't possibly watch the girls quarreling, so they also joined in the quarrel.
They are regulars, and their skills are indeed better than those of novices like Yin Bai. Of course, they mock everyone mercilessly.
"You can't let anyone tell you if your shot is crooked? Why don't you go to the house to play secretly? What are you doing at the archery range?"
"He only talks about bragging, which makes people laugh so hard!"
"Why come to the archery range if you're not good at it?"
Guan Lang was of course on his own side, and besides, he originally felt that the problem lay more with the other party.
You are here to play with yourself, and you are not provoked. If you are ridiculed by others for no reason, of course you will feel unhappy. Everyone wants to save face.
Seeing how many people on the other side were irrationally mocking Yin Bai and others for their poor skills, Guan Lang frowned, walked into the crowd, and couldn't help but speak out.
"You are not the staff of the archery range, are you? How can you drive people for the archery range? If you are going to laugh at you if your skills are not good, then I see that your skills are not that good, then I am better than you, so I can also laugh at you.
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Guan Lang said this with full confidence.
When Guan Lang was teaching Yin and Bai before, he noticed this group of people practicing next to them.
Just by looking at the archery movements, he could roughly judge that the level of this group of people was lower than his.
And more importantly, this archery range only has a ten-meter arrow path, an eighteen-meter arrow path, a thirty-meter arrow path, and a moving target. No matter which venue it is, his target hit rate is 100%.
In other words, no matter how accomplished the opponent is in archery, they can only draw with him here.
Guan Lang said this without mercy, which naturally made the group of people opposite him even more angry.
The boy at the front who was holding a recurve bow he had brought with him froze for a moment and stared at Guan Lang's face.
He had some impression of this "girly"-looking boy. He should be considered the most skilled among the novices across from him, but the few arrows he shot just now only had seven or eight rings, and his skills were not much higher.
And although he is just an amateur, his level is not comparable to that of this sissy. He only came to the Ten Meter Arrow Gym to accommodate the level of his colleagues in the company. He usually plays in the Thirty Meter Arrow Gym.
He practiced on the road, and as for the accuracy of the ten-meter arrow path, he could basically stabilize it at ten rings.
The sissy opposite him obviously looked at the level of his colleagues and felt that he and others were not up to par.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"You seem to be very confident, how about you compete with me and the loser apologizes?"
There was no way he could lose. What he brought today was his favorite recurve bow, complete with sights, balancer rods and other accessories. It was much better than the gym bow that had nothing at all.