No matter how low Chi Yining kept his voice, he hadn't forgotten the microphone clipped to his chest. Covering it, he said, "Yan... Guiyun."
"Hmm? Want to play another round?"
Yan Guiyun seemed to see right through his little scheme. He covered his microphone too, as though they were whispering secrets.
Was I being that obvious?
"Can I?" Chi Yining asked.
Yan Guiyun nodded with a faint smile. "Yes, but you have to score ten in the first official round."
Chi Yining: "..."
That was quite difficult, especially with the strong winds out at sea. He would have to judge the wind speed and resistance too. It was much harder than indoor archery.
Yan Guiyun lowered his eyes to the fluffy head, its owner seemingly deep in thought.
Half a minute later, Chi Yining looked up at him with dark, shining eyes. "Then it's a deal!"
What an interesting little thing. With these sea winds, never mind a ten-even hitting the target might be difficult for someone who'd never tried before.
Looks like I shouldn't underestimate him.
Yan Guiyun nodded slowly. "All right."
"Do you two need any guidance?"
Chi Yining shook his head.
Yan Guiyun said, "No need."
The viewers in the livestream were all eager to watch the show.
[He doesn't even want guidance. So cocky.]
[I can feel the wind brushing across my face through the screen. Do you think Chi Yining can even hit the target?]
[Chi Yining, miss the target!]
[Chi Yining, miss the target!]
[He's so handsome. Can you really bear to wish a miss on him?]
[Chi Yining's fans, get lost!]
By now, all the guests on the field had warmed up and put on their arm guards, finger tabs, thumb rings, gloves, and chest guards.
The first practice round was about to begin. The atmosphere hadn't grown tense yet; everyone was still relaxed.
The coach blew the whistle. Chen Shiyu was the first to step up, taking a deep breath.
He quickly aimed and shot: six points.
Fine, the wind was too strong. Hitting the target at all was good enough.
Gu Chengyuan was next. He raised his bow and arrow, closed one eye, aimed, and shot: seven points. After lowering his bow and arrow, he gave a self-deprecating smile...
After Yan Guiyun finished with nine points.
When Chi Yining's turn came, he figured it was only a practice shot anyway and gave it a casual try. His main aim was to gauge the wind, the resistance, and his own strength.
He aimed and released: a miss.
[I told you, Chi Yining can't even hit the target! Haha.]
[Clingy pest, I'm very disappointed in you!]
[Haha, I can't tell whether the person above is a friend or an enemy.]
[Wonderful. It'd be stranger if Chi Yining actually hit the target. If he can score a ten, I'll eat shit while doing a handstand!]
[Where's that viewer from yesterday who said they'd eat shit if that person was Chi Yining? I took a screenshot! I'm going to make them livestream themselves eating shit.]
Once Chi Yining finished his practice shot, the competition officially began.
The coach blew the whistle again, and the official contest began in order, with the targets thirty meters away.
Both the staff present and the livestream viewers could feel the tension sweeping over them.
The first up was Wang Xinyang from group five. After a series of stylish moves: eight points.
Chen Shiyu from group six: seven points.
He was very dissatisfied after his shot and pressed his lips together.
Li Qingmi from group seven: nine points.
A round of applause broke out.
Hu Bing from group eight: eight points.
Yan Guiyun from group nine released his arrow in one fluid motion, hitting the yellow bull's-eye dead center. "Ten points!"
The host said, "Beautiful! Our first contestant to score a ten!"
Applause rang out again, far louder than before.
A flicker of surprise crossed Chi Yining's eyes when he saw Yan Guiyun's ten-point shot land dead center.
Could this guy be an all-rounder CEO?
After finishing, Yan Guiyun looked at him, the corners of his mouth lifting into a handsome curve.
What's that supposed to mean? Mockery? He's mocking me, right?