Approaching you at 30 meters per second

Chapter 17 Lobbying Failure
When Song Yumian heard this, he felt that it made sense.

But they were standing at a bad angle:
The movements of Xu Chu and his followers were clearly visible, but they blocked her from seeing Shen Tingzhou.

Furthermore, the sun was still scorching at this time, and there was no shelter at all outside.

Thinking of this, Song Yumian frowned and asked:
"Don't you mind the sun? I'll wait inside."

After saying that, without waiting for Fu Wenxin's reaction, she stepped into the room.

Seeing that her "accomplices" and schoolmates were the first to go in, Fu Wenxin felt that as a schoolgirl, she couldn't show any cowardice, so she followed them in.

At this time, their training continues.

As a coach, Qian Yun was sitting leisurely in his exclusive recliner with his eyes closed and meditating.

But as if he had a third eye, he could always accurately name the students who wanted to be lazy.

"Song Youchen, if I ask you to shoot the bow, it's too heavy for you... Now Jingla, why don't you practice properly!"

"Lin Chuanqing, straighten your arms! Don't let me find out again!"

"Shen Tingzhou! Why haven't you changed your way of exerting force yet? I'm not asking you to use the strength of your arms to deadlift!"

"Keep your movements in place! There are ten more, so I can hold on!"

The archery students were all focused on movement training at this time, and no one noticed that there were two more bystanders in the room.

"Why didn't I realize before that their coach is so cruel?"

Fu Wenxin frowned, feeling deeply that their trip would end in failure.

"Why are you thinking about all this? Why don't you look at the handsome guy first?"

Song Yumian was much calmer in comparison.Perhaps because she had been with Yu Jiajia for a long time, she found that her resistance to good-looking and handsome men seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

Just like now, all she could see was Shen Tingzhou.

They didn't look carefully the first time on the train, and the second time the game was too far away.The distance at this time was just right: the setting sun in the afternoon shone on him through the window, making his shadow grow long.

He stood upright, with his left hand raised flat, and his right hand pulling the elastic cord in the posture of drawing a bow.His bangs soaked in sweat clung to his forehead, and his eyes were slightly squinted, perhaps because of the glare of the sun.

Hey, what a pity.

"Why are you sighing?" Fu Wenxin couldn't help but leaned closer to her and asked.

"Nothing." It's just a pity that he can't see his beautiful peak.

At this time, Qian Yun noticed the two "audiences" who had sneaked in. He put down his thermos cup and walked over:

"Hey, which one of you are from?"

As soon as his words came out, the players who were training on the field couldn't help but turn their heads and look over.

"Keep training, don't be lazy! Anyone who is lazy will be caught by me later and run around the track ten times!"

As soon as these words came out, the team members quickly forced themselves to move their eyes back, only daring to secretly stretch their ears to listen for the sound.

Fu Wenxin thought, she was a senior after all, and there was no way she could let a junior girl face this scary person.So after Qian Yun asked the question, he took the initiative to take a step forward:
"Hello Coach Qian, I am Fu Wenxin, the vice president of the photography club, and she is Song Yumian. We are from the School of Communication next door. We are here...to ask if it is possible to invite classmates from your major to join our club. model?"

"Being a model?"

Qian Yun snorted coldly as if he had heard some joke.

"Why don't you two go ask and see what time they have besides eating, sleeping and training?"

"At their current level, they can barely get a place in competitions. What else do they want to do?"

Originally, a few students heard that someone was asking them to be models and they were quite excited.

But as Qian Yun finished speaking, they felt like they had been poured cold water on them.

(End of this chapter)