My imagination has come true

Chapter 27
Seeing Gao Xiaowei walk out of the dormitory first, Jia Junhao smiled, and made the first phone call to Qiao Qing: "Congratulations to Mr. Qiao, his clever calculations are still the same as before. It was indeed this kid named Gao Xiaowei who opened the door."

"Look at his posture, he is really full of ambition. Hey, I think this kid is going to be unlucky."

"By the way, why are you and Mr. Fang so leisurely and caring about a child?"

Actually let him be in charge of stalking.

Jia Junhao was 11 years old, and it was his first time looking for work, but he didn't fall to this level.

When he charged the lowest fee back then, it cost 20 to [-] yuan to pick up a job. For a few months, he was so poor that he couldn't afford to eat, so he didn't lower the price.

His master told him that he had endured a thousand times the hardships of others since he was a child, and he could not sell this ability at a low price in the future. He agreed, and he regretted it a few times later, but he persisted until now.

Obviously no one would hire him for 20 yuan just because he was staring at a child. He was really unfamiliar with such an errand.

Qiao Qing smiled: "Take it as a pastime. By the way, Mr. Fang asked you to give Ah Qing a small gift. You can sneak out later, and I'll give it to you."

Jia Junhao: "Huh?"

This is so strange.

The building did not give Qiao Qing any presents.

In fact, Lou Fang himself felt quite strange.

He has a bad memory, and rarely remembers anyone, let alone suddenly thinks of someone.

But today, as an appraiser, he went to appraise some things left over from before the disaster, a book box, a bronze mirror, and a rouge box. After the appraisal, they were all genuine. Ah Ching.

With such a momentary thought, emotions surged, and he especially wanted to give Ah Qing a lipstick.

It has been many years. When Lou Fang thinks of what to do, he has to do it immediately, racing against time.

So I went to Taobai Mall, spent five hours among countless lipsticks at the counter on the 23rd floor, and chose a true red.

Not expensive, just over 300.

Lou Fang felt that it was very suitable for Ah Qing.

It is very suitable for Mu Qingyun, who is red, and is staring at the instructors with a group of students who are scared like little quails.

The slender rope spans between two tall buildings, and the instructors stare at the students with a stopwatch.

Not far from the long rope, there are countless targets from near to far, from low to high, and countless swinging targets.

Standing on the left and right of the target are ten instructors holding bows and arrows.

"Among these targets, there are one-point targets, five-point targets, swing targets from difficult to easy, ten-point targets, and fifty-point targets. If you can hit the furthest floating target, you will be given [-] points directly. "

"However, let me explain in advance that we instructors will also shoot. If you get a point on your body, three points will be deducted. If you fall off the long rope, the points will be cleared and restarted."

"Practice time, three days. After three days, you can choose to accept the assessment. Of course, you can also refuse. Refusing is considered a failure, and you can pack your bags and be sent out of the base happily."

students:"……"

Without practice results, not only is it giving up a good opportunity to win the favor of a prestigious school, but there is no chance to take the college entrance examination at all.

All of a sudden, the whole training ground was filled with howls of ghosts and wolves. It was real. Many girls were so frightened that they burst into tears. Wang Mengmeng hugged Mu Qingyun's arm and wiped her sweat, tears, and whatnot. It was so disgusting. no.

Mu Qingyun had no choice but to carry her to the side, recalling the coach's bow and archery action just now, and supported Wang Mengmeng hand in hand to teach her: "Let's not get on the iron rope first, and start with the simple one."

Mu Qingyun took Wang Mengmeng's hand, and shot an arrow out with a whoosh - disappeared into the grass.

"..."

"Hahahaha!"

There was loud laughter all around.

The boys laughed and leaned forward.

"Looking at that posture just now, I thought he was a master, that's it?"

All the girls frowned, feeling embarrassed.

Liu Fang glanced at Mu Qingyun angrily, and said to Zhou Han: "It's really embarrassing. Just now, I was talking nonsense, saying that I wanted to show off, and now I'm even more pretending."

Zhou Han nodded and sighed.

Both of them are in Class Nine. Liu Fang is temporarily acting as the literary and art committee member, and Zhou Han is acting as the representative of the English class.

Taoshi High School formally selects class cadres, usually after the drill, and before that, the class cadres are selected by the teacher.

Nowadays, these acting class cadres either have a strong sense of existence, or their grades are not bad. They have just entered school, and the teacher can't see their ability. figure.

Compared with Liu Fang and Zhou Han, Mu Qingyun is a little transparent. Originally, these two had no opinion on Mu Qingyun, and they were not familiar with each other. They have only been together for a month. They probably saw each other in the crowd on the street. can recognize.

But a while ago, gossip about Mu Qingyun and Zhao Yang suddenly spread around the class.At that time, the gossip was more joking, and everyone just mocked Mu Qingyun a few words.

Whether it's No. [-] Middle School or No. [-] Middle School, it's not unusual for girls to fall in love with Zhao Yang.

However, Mu Qingyun's sense of presence has skyrocketed recently. Once she came to this practice field, she became more prominent. The number of students who admired her, liked her, and gave her a high look increased suddenly.

This person and this matter are basically the same. When you are in the limelight, some people are happy to chase after you, while others belittle and hold grudges.

No matter how eye-catching Mu Qingyun was before, he always did what others couldn't do. Most people would look up at him when they saw it. This time, after making a high-profile statement, he turned his head and shot an arrow, but he shot like this , such a big contrast, naturally gave others a good chance to laugh at her.

In the blink of an eye, there was noise and ridicule everywhere, and it seemed that the entire base was laughing for a while.

Mu Qingyun turned a blind eye and listened but did not hear.

But Wang Mengmeng was very unhappy in her heart, and raised her heart instead: "Ah Qing, you come and teach me, let's practice together, don't be like some people who just open their mouths to laugh at others, but refuse to look at themselves, dare to stand in a daze It’s not ashamed to not move, just waiting to hide in the crowd and get through together? It’s so easy, everyone will mess it up.”

Liu Fang looked at Wang Mengmeng angrily, but couldn't take her seat properly, and turned her head in a suffocated breath, not looking at these people any more.

Fang Mo also walked up to Wang Mengmeng, holding a bow in her hand.

Zhou Yuan looked around, lowered his head, blushed, and walked over quietly.

No need to speak, no one knows what they mean.

Mu Qingyun has been practiced by Jia Junhao for some time now, among other things, this meditation skill is not [-]% proficient, but also [-]% to [-]% proficient. The current noise and chaos cannot affect her.

With a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, he shot the arrows again and again.

Arrows rained down on all kinds of targets, most of them still missed.

At the beginning, some students were laughing and joking watching the excitement, mocking a few sentences, but when they thought about the goddamn score, they lost interest immediately.

Some people are doing bad jobs, and some people really want to compete.

As for those who have played archery before, they are very excited. If they want to show their faces against other students this time, wouldn't they be expected from a prestigious school?

Mu Qingyun settled down and adjusted his body little by little.

Her arms are strong enough, stable enough, and her eyesight is just as good.

Arrow after arrow and arrow after arrow.

【Shooting +0.001+0.001+0.001...】

One after another, Mu Qingyun's arrows landed steadily on the target.

Wang Mengmeng couldn't help showing a little joy on her face: "Ah Qing—"

"What are you proud of!"

Liu Fang, who was passing by, snorted coldly, "There are guys who hit every shot on the other side, and they didn't make a fuss."

Wang Mengmeng frowned, looked up, and saw the boys cheering loudly.

"Gao Xiaowei, you are amazing!"

This Gao Xiaowei actually hit the farthest floating target with an arrow. For a while, all the students looked at him in a daze, with a little awe on their faces.

"puff!"

Instructor Li spat out a mouthful of water.

Several other instructors were also stunned, and they simply watched with binoculars.

After watching for a long while, Instructor Li shook his head: "Don't look, this person is evil!"

If you watch too much, you will doubt life.

Instructor Li quickly shifted his gaze to Mu Qingyun, washing his eyes.

Mu Qingyun is also gradually gaining momentum at this time, not every shot is perfect, but looking at her movements, you can see that she has made progress in a very contextual way.

Instructor Li discovered it just now and was shocked. Mu Qingyun's arm strength is top-notch, her movements are standard, without a trace of distortion, and her dynamic vision must be abnormal. So although she may not be familiar with bows and arrows, she learns very quickly.

Watching her archery is a visual feast and a beautiful enjoyment for them.

As for that Gao Xiaowei, you can't look at it, it's easy to get upset.

He lacked strength in his arms, and it took a lot of effort to draw the bow, and the arrows he shot were soft and limp. Anyone who knew this kind of business would feel hot-eyed at a glance, but such an arrow could hit the target in a daze.

"Ah, uncomfortable."

Instructor Li was so uncomfortable that not only his eyes, but also his head hurt.

(End of this chapter)