Full level ruthless person

Chapter 67
The next morning, the sky was a little cloudy and the wind was blowing strongly.

Fang Zhixing woke up naturally after a nap, got up and washed up.

Soon, a servant brought breakfast, including big meat buns and meat porridge.

This was Fang Zhixing's first time eating military rations. He stuffed ten large meat buns and three bowls of meat porridge into his mouth in one breath, which made his whole body feel warm.

"Go, go to the school grounds."

One person and one dog walked out of the courtyard and came to the school field.

At this moment, it should be still early.

However, when Fang Zhixing arrived at the school grounds, he found that everyone had already arrived.

Three hundred archers lined up in order, with temporary instructor Gao Daxing standing at the front.

There were four people standing next to them, namely Luo Kezhao, Ding Zhigang, Wen Yuwen, and a strange young man wearing brocade clothes.

They were silent and looked at Fang Zhixing.

this situation...

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and couldn't help but think of an old saying: Don't get up early if it's not profitable.

He walked forward without changing his expression.

Luo Kezhao smiled and said: "Coach Fang, you got up so early, everyone is waiting for you."

Fang Zhixing said calmly: "I am too drunk for my humble job. I drank too much last night. Please forgive me, Second Young Master."

"It's okay, it's okay. In fact, you're not late either."

Luo Kezhao laughed, raised his finger and pointed at the strange young man, and introduced: "His name is Dong Xianrong, my cousin, and he is the one who competes with you."

Fang Zhixing took a look at Dong Xianrong. He was slightly taller, wearing gold and jade, with a fake smile on his face. He didn't know what was in his mouth, and he kept chewing.

"Brother Dong, please give me some advice." Fang Zhixing cupped his hands and smiled.

Dong Xianrong squinted his eyes, tilted his body and cupped his hands, and said with a crooked mouth: "Please give me more advice."

"Hmm, hello has been said, let's get started quickly."

Luo Kezhao seemed to be impatient with waiting and shouted to Fang Zhixing: "Hold on tight and pick out ten people as soon as possible."

After saying this, he added with excitement, "Before you came, my cousin had already selected ten people. First come, first served, do you have any objection?"

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but glance at Gao Daxing, and immediately understood what was going on.

No wonder they came so early to grab the best archers first.

In fact, he also thought about doing this last night.

But considering that Luo Kezhao would interfere with it, this operation was difficult to implement, so he gave up.

"This group of people is quite shameless and has no moral ethics."

Seeing this situation, the thin dog couldn't help but complain.

Fang Zhixing was not angry, he just glanced at Ding Zhigang and Wen Yuwen.

They are supervisors whose duty is to ensure that the competition is fair and just.

But at this time, Ding Zhigang lowered his head slightly and looked at the ants on the ground, fully focused and extremely interested.

Wen Yuwen put his hands in his sleeves and looked leisurely at the rolling clouds in the sky, as if he was observing the sky.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing sneered in his heart and said loudly: "First come, first served, it's human nature, I have no objection."

Luo Kezhao and Dong Xianrong couldn't help but look at each other, couldn't help but laugh and said: "Okay, then hurry up and choose."

Fang Zhixing walked into the phalanx of 290 archers, observed each person's figure, and sometimes pinched their arms and waists with his hands.

Within a moment, he selected ten people.

"Have you chosen?"

Luo Kezhao was excited and immediately added a rule, "Once selected, no one can be replaced. Even if the person you selected is sick or has to be absent for some reason, it can only be counted as withdrawal and cannot be replaced. .”

Fang Zhixing asked: "Are there no substitutes on both sides?"

"Of course!"

Luo Kezhao shouted loudly, blocking all possible escape routes.

Fang Zhi knew it, nodded and said: "No problem, I can accept it." "Okay!"

Luo Kezhao was overjoyed and said: "Then the competition has officially begun. Both sides will train separately and are not allowed to disturb each other. We will see you in ten days."

After saying this, he winked at Dong Xianrong, turned around and left.

"Ten of you, follow me."

Dong Xianrong recruited his men, took away the ten people he selected, walked to the back of the school field, and seized the shooting range.

Fortunately, there were four shooting ranges, and they only occupied the largest one.

Fang Zhixing was not impatient and took his time. He first called the ten people he selected to one side, and they all sat on the ground in a circle.

"Introduce yourselves first." Fang Zhixing looked at them and smiled gently.

A relatively lively young man spoke first: "My name is Huang Dashun, sir, you can call me Shunzi. My family lives in Huaishu Lane, and there are seven people in my family..."

Huang Dashun was eloquent and detailed, making a good start.

Fang Zhixing smiled and said: "Very good, you should introduce yourselves in this way."

Seeing this, the other nine people were no longer restrained and introduced themselves one by one.

"My name is Deng Siwang..."

"My name is Zhang Dahe..."

As expected, they were all illiterate and none of them could read.

Fang Zhixing asked them how their archery skills were and how they usually trained.

Huang Dashun and the others talked about it, Gao Daxing taught them this.

After understanding it, I realized that the true meaning of the action was true.

Gao Daxing knows some archery, but not much.

He teaches others rigidly based entirely on his years of accumulated experience.

For example, he would ask the archers not to aim directly at the target when shooting arrows, but to raise the bow and arrow and aim at a distance above the target's head.

But why he did this, he couldn't tell.

What's worse is that he only knows how to aim at a distance above the target's head. As for the angle at which the bow and arrow should be raised, how high it should be when the distance is 50 meters, how high it should be when the distance is 100 meters, and how to adjust it when there is wind or calm.

Gao Daxing cannot explain these important details clearly, everything depends on the elusive touch.

According to him, practice makes perfect, just practice more.

Fang Zhixing knew that if a person did not summarize and sublimate his own experience and form a systematic theory, it would be impossible for him to become an expert.

Fang Zhixing pondered for a while, picked up a branch, drew a few simple diagrams on the ground, and then explained some easy-to-understand theoretical knowledge to Huang Dashun and others, giving them a baptism of thought.

As expected, the ten people from Huang Dashun found it very novel. Each of them had their eyes opened, and they listened attentively and learned carefully.

At this scene, Xigou lay beside him and watched with disgust on his face.

He knew that Fang Zhixing had worked in a large company and participated in new employee training, all kinds of brainwashing, and all kinds of PUA. He had it at his fingertips and was very good at deceiving.

About half an hour later, Fang Zhixing took Huang Dashun and the others to another shooting range and personally demonstrated how to shoot ten arrows in a row.

He just showed his hand a little, and the result was that the arrow was shot wherever he pointed. It was amazing.

"Great!"

"Brilliant!"

"It's amazing!"

Huang Dashun and the others had never seen such superb archery skills before. They were all shocked, convinced, and respected as gods.

A strong prestige was established simply like this.

Next, Fang Zhixing broke down each of his movements, explaining them in detail starting from his standing posture, and taught him step by step.

Huang Dashun's ten people were already convinced, and they became more serious and followed step by step.

At the same time, Dong Xianrong was more high-profile.

He sent people to build a closed fence, bought many rabbits and put them in, allowing the ten archers to shoot them freely.

(End of this chapter)