Madam, take care of your little vest

Chapter 37

This sudden impromptu competition attracted many spectators, as well as many online media and fans. Those who resisted the camera and those who raised their mobile phones planned to record this rare scene.

In previous years, most of the Hanfu festivals were composed of elegant poems and poems, tasting tea and discussing Taoism. There were very few competitions, let alone such tense competitions.

Among them was a special spectator, the gray-haired man, his cloudy eyes lit up when he saw Jun Qingran enter the stage, and his lips trembled slightly, "I finally found the most suitable person!"

Jun Qingran, who didn't know anything here, faced many eyes and countless cameras, without the slightest panic, holding the bow and arrow calmly, leaning forward slightly, with his feet shoulder-width apart.

Star eyes are staring at the moving target, the brain is constantly calculating the direction, and the slender white fingers are tightly clasped on the bowstring, like a beast quietly waiting for its prey. hit!
"it is good!"

"awesome!"

"Sharp Archer!"

Luyuan's performance just now was actually very good, he hit all three chances, and one of them hit the heart, but it was far less amazing than Jun Qingran's, who hit the target right away, resolute and decisive.

Logically speaking, the second arrow Lord Qingran should be more cautious, but she took the arrow directly and aimed at the moving target again, this time without waiting, but in the blink of an eye, the arrow had left the string and hit the bullseye.

"I'll go, this is too awesome!"

"What should I do, I've become a fan."

"Me too! But why haven't I seen her online before?"

The crowd talking a lot made the background noise of the game extraordinarily noisy. Lu Yuan, who was standing by the side, knew that he had no hope of winning, but he still had a little bit of luck, maybe Jun Qingran got away with the last shot Target, it can barely be considered a draw.

It's a pity that since Jun Qingran decided to slap him in the face, she naturally has no reason to let it go easily. Even in the midst of the crowd, she still stood there calmly without frowning at the third arrow. All of a sudden, the slender and white hand was full of the bow, a confident smile rose from the corner of the mouth, and the hand was loosened, hitting the red heart again.

"Won!"

"Wow, great!"

"Too good!"

The crowd cheered one after another, all celebrating Jun Qingran, Jun Qingran hooked his lips evilly, staring at the crowd with starry eyes, they were involuntarily trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.

"Hey, be quiet."

The cold voice was full of temptation and pampering, and everyone's heart trembled slightly when they heard it. The original screaming voice actually slowly dropped until it became silent. In this scene, those experienced media People are dumbfounded, they have never seen any celebrity artist with such a strong appeal, it is too scary.

Lu Yuan was obviously also frightened by this scene. After all, he is quite well-known in this circle, so he naturally knew what it meant, but he was not jealous or resentful. After all, it was created by Jun Qingran's own charisma. He was convinced.

"I lost this round, and the next round is blindfolded archery."

"Well, you should go first."

Jun Qingran calmly put the bow and arrow back to the original place, returned to Lan Che's side again, looked at the figure appearing on Lan Che's raised mobile phone, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in his starry eyes.

"Very good, not bad."

The light tone came to the ears of Li Hu and the others on the other end of the phone. They couldn't help but watch the excitement curiously while thinking about how to get out of the sea of ​​suffering. The legendary curiosity killed the cat. of.

Lu Yuan quickly completed the blindfolded archery. The result was unexpectedly good. Even the audience applauded. The fans cheered for him one after another, which made him feel ecstatic again. He looked at Jun Qingran with a slight look in his eyes. Provocative.

"Send you a game."

Facing Lu Yuan's provocation, Jun Qingran just smiled teasingly at him, left him an unintelligible sentence, picked up the black cloth strip on the table, and stood at the archery place.

Her slender fingers covered her eyes with it. After fastening it, she actually took three arrows directly and placed them firmly on the bowstring. She ignored all the sounds around her and adjusted her posture. , with well-articulated fingers tightly pulling the bowstring, the tips of the ears moved slightly, and the breathing slowed down, under the eyes of everyone full of disbelief.

Shoot the bow and shoot the arrow!

(End of this chapter)