Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

On Fengwu's side, Yamanouchi Ryohei saw that Narumiya Minato and Onoki Kaito had stopped arguing, and asked Narumiya Minato.

"Minato, that Gen-kun is Shuu-kun's friend, right? A friend from high school?"

"It should be. I didn't see Yuanjun around Chou in junior high school. Liaoping, what's wrong with you?"

Narumiya Minato thought about it for a moment.

"I'm just curious about Chou-kun's friends." Liao Ping smiled and pounced on Ming Gong. "How did you become familiar with Yuan-kun? Tell me."

"Hmph." Onoki Kaito snorted coldly at the sight of them having so much fun.

"Xiao Hai is also very interested in Fujiwara-kun's friends." Nanao Kisaragi squinted her eyes and looked at him with a smile.

"During the last county finals, I met Gen-kun in the corridor. We chatted for a while and I always felt that Gen-kun looked very distant, but very gentle. He listened to everything I said, and Gen-kun also practiced archery." Mingmiya Minato thought for a while and said.

"Gentle? Not at all. I think it's you who got too close and forced others to listen." Onoki Kaito poured cold water on him, "And now you're still calling each other by last names. How can you be familiar with each other?"

Yamanouchi Ryohei, a rare figure, agreed with his point of view. "Yeah. I also feel that Gen-kun is very distant. He always seems to keep people at a distance, and his aura is like, 'Don't come near me!' I didn't even dare to go up and say hello just now."

And Ryohei Yamanouchi always felt that he didn't like "Black Shiba Inu" or "Labrador Retriever" very much.

Or maybe he doesn't like dogs.

"As a commoner, don't greet the eldest son of the Minamoto family without permission." Onoki Kaito said.

"What common people? I think Gen-kun might be a good person." Nanao Kisaragi said.

"How could you talk to such a person, Minato?" asked Takehaya Shizuya with some concern.

He was worried that Yuan Yinli would harm Ming Gong Cou.

"We really just chatted for a few minutes. Gen-kun was quite friendly to me." Narumiya Minato replied helplessly.

"If Gen-kun is such a person, how did Chou-kun become friends with him?" said Yamanouchi Ryohei.

Takehaya Shizuya was also a little confused, "Really?"

He and Fujiwara no Cho had been teammates for three years, but they couldn't even be called friends.

It was hard for him to imagine Fujiwara no Chou taking the initiative to make friends with others, or that Gen-kun taking the initiative.

"I don't know. I haven't asked." Narumiya Minato said, "I haven't seen Gen-kun shoot an arrow yet. I'll ask him if I get a chance."

"I really wish I could see his shooting style, it must be beautiful." Narumiya Minato exclaimed.

"Okay, watch the game seriously. This regional competition will determine whether we can enter the national competition, so let's just go for it." Masaki Takigawa encouraged everyone.

Even so, his confidence was still insufficient.

He was always worried about Narumiya Minato's wrist.

On Yin Li's side, the three of them sat down in the audience seats.

Saikawa Makoto asked him curiously, "Did anything happen yesterday?"

Yin Li felt a little strange, "What happened? Is it supposed to happen?"

Qichuan Cheng felt a little guilty, "I just saw that you were in a good mood today."

In fact, it was Fujiwara Shuu who sent a message to Sugawa Makoto last night saying, "No need to help."

Then, this morning, Makoto Saigawa realized what it meant to not need help.

What do you mean, you don't plan to pursue her anymore?

Or did he fail in his confession?

Or was it successful?

What's the matter with saying half of the sentence?

After sending a follow-up message this morning, Makoto Sugawa received no reply.

Fujiwara Sou probably went to prepare for the competition.

"Are you in a good mood? Are you?" Yin Li touched the corner of his mouth.

Yin Li was in a good mood, but was it that obvious from his expression?

"No, Brother Yin Li is no different from usual." Xiaoying said after looking carefully.

"How is Chou-jun doing today?" Qichuan Cheng asked again.

Yin Li recalled how he left his room yesterday, "He should be pretty good."

"What's wrong with you today?" Yin Li looked at Qichuan Cheng suspiciously.

"nothing."

Seichuan Cheng smiled and evaded the question.

He knew that as long as he didn't want to say it, Yin Li would not ask any further questions.

Yin Li stared at him for a while.

Qichuan Cheng still smiled.

Sakura looked between the two, confused as to what was going on.

After the opening ceremony, the team competition began.

The preliminary round is for one team to shoot twenty arrows in two rounds, for a total of forty arrows. The top eight schools with the most hits will advance to the next round.

The finals are an elimination match with one team shooting twenty arrows.

Yin Li also watched the game seriously.

The weather today is cloudy, but the sun after the rain still emits ultraviolet rays.

The weather is getting warmer.

Tongxian High School successfully entered the finals.

During lunch, several people chatted while eating lunch.

Yin Li bought a sandwich for lunch.

"Was there a wild boar last night? I just heard about it this morning." Sakura asked excitedly.

"Well, that Yamanouchi from Fengwu knocked the wild boar down with a bamboo stick."

Yin Li: “?”

Yin Li knew that yesterday was exciting, but she didn't expect it to be so exciting.

Bamboo knocks down wild boars? Such a niche language.

Sakura also asked the same question, "Huh?"

She looked at Qichuan Cheng with suspicion, "You must have been confused in your sleep. Listen to what you are saying."

"Well, I saw it with my own eyes." Qichuan Makoto was also surprised at the time.

Sakura was still in disbelief, "Wow."

Yin Li finished the sandwich in just two bites, and he felt a little sleepy after eating.

He squinted his eyes, covered his face with his hands and yawned.

"are you sleepy?"

A shadow fell in front of his eyes. Yin Li looked up and saw that it was Fujiwara Chou.

Yin Li nodded, "A little bit."

He made some room and Fujiwara Chou sat down next to him.

Sakura and Seikawa Makoto, who were not far away, looked at each other, both of them acting as if they were the only ones around.

It’s done!

From March to June, only three months have passed.

Sakura couldn't understand why it suddenly happened.

She had vowed at the beginning that she would fight for the long term.

Sakura looked at the two people chatting happily and was puzzled.

Yin Li said, "Tongxian played well, keep up the good work this afternoon."

"Well, Manji's morning mood has improved. We won't see the same situation as last time during this regional competition."

"Chou Jun's relationship with his teammates has improved a lot." Yin Li looked at Fujiwara Chou.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because when you mentioned them, they were different from before. They've gotten better, right?"

Fujiwara Chou really loved the way Yin Li looked at him, "Yes. Kyudo cannot be advanced alone, and I cannot win the team competition alone. I already understand."

"Really? Chou Jun has made a friend too." Yin Li covered her mouth again and yawned lazily, "The guy with Feng Wu yesterday is also your friend, right?"

Fujiwara Chou looked at Yin Li's cute movements, "Is that Yamanouchi Ryohei? He looks a bit like Minato."

He recalled that Yin Li closed the window the moment she saw Yamanouchi Ryohei last night, "Don't you like him?"

"I don't even know him. I've only met him a few times. I can't really say whether I like him or not."

"What about Minato? He's our junior fellow apprentice, right?"

"I've never practiced Kyudo with him, so I can't be considered his junior apprentice."

"You paid special attention to him before."

It seemed that this was the case. During the county competition, Yin Li looked at Ming Gong Cou a few more times.

I just looked at it a few more times.

This is not a special attention.

"?" Yin Li looked at Fujiwara Chou innocently, "Really?"

"No?" Fujiwara Chou looked at Yin Li.

Yin Li said coquettishly, "Of course not."

It wasn't Yin Li's fault that she thought Ming Gong Cou was him at the time.