I don’t want my youth campus life to be a Shura!

"Then I practiced on my own."

After getting permission, Su Cheng walked over quickly holding the pillow, put the pillow aside, put the things in his arms next to him, then picked up the bow and arrow and started practicing.

As soon as he left the little pillow, he felt himself becoming excited again, and he wanted to shoot down the sun with a bow.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Ji Qingyi stood there and looked at Su Cheng quietly. His eyes fell on Su Cheng, as if he had seen through Su Cheng.

After a few seconds, she took a step and slowly approached Su Cheng.

"President."

Feeling a unique body fragrance floating past his nose, Su Cheng turned around and looked at Ji Qingyi who was approaching.

Ji Qingyi stopped about half a meter away from him. She lowered her head and looked into Su Cheng's eyes, and said softly, "You are very restless. How can you practice well like this?"

He looked up at Ji Qingyi, who continued, "I don't know why you become like this when you pick up the bow, but if you continue in your current state, you will not be able to truly devote yourself to it. Even if you practice thousands of times, the result will still not change. I suggest that you calm down first."

Her voice is cold, but has a special magic that makes the listeners feel at ease.

"Um."

Su Cheng took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and tried hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

But it was completely useless. The side effects of this skill were too strong. His body was constantly secreting adrenaline, and he couldn't control himself at all.

It's like being on an IV drip in the hospital.

The drip bottle contains stimulants.

The key is that the IV bottle is similar to a 'Klein bottle', which can never be filled, but his is even more awesome and can never be used up.

He hadn't slept for a whole day and night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Find the state you should be in."

Ji Qingyi nodded slightly, then turned and left, leaving Su Cheng alone.

After Ji Qingyi left, Su Cheng took a deep breath, then turned and walked to the small pillow. As soon as he got closer and smelled the remaining elegant fragrance on the pillow, he felt his inner restlessness calm down a little.

But that's all.

Because you can't carry it with you during practice or competition.

He closed his eyes, and now that his mind was calm, he began to think about how to resolve this crisis.

Magic glasses?

This can only be used to control facial expressions.

Not at all.

Even if your expression is as calm as water, your mentality and behavior should remain the same.

"correct."

Su Cheng suddenly thought of something, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his arms, found Li Guanqi's chat interface, clicked on it, and started typing.

Su Cheng: "What brand of shampoo and shower gel do you use?"

Soon, Li Guanqi on the other end replied with two brand names. His face lit up and he started searching.

Su Cheng muttered the names of these products, input them, and then looked at the search results. His face suddenly froze...

Because both brands are organic, natural and unflavored.

"It seems her scent is body odor."

Su Cheng sighed, and finally looked down at his own Kyudo uniform, muttering to himself: "Lend her another set of clothes for a few days?"

But he immediately dismissed this perverted and childish idea, and finally decided to stuff the small pillow into the collar on his chest.

"Well... this can be considered as calming down."

He walked a few steps and found that it worked. He breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the bow and arrow and began to practice.

If someone looks at it from the side, they would think it is a beautiful girl with amazing breasts pulling the strings, but in fact...

"No, this will affect the bow!"

Su Cheng's hand that was pulling out the arrow paused, his brows furrowed, and he felt extremely annoyed.

“No wonder the president is the champion…”

Su Cheng seemed to understand the benefits of having small breasts for women, and also understood the meaning of "how can one rule the world without equal breasts?"

So he seemed to put down the bow and arrow, and was about to take out the small pillow from his chest, but when he turned around, he found that Ji Qingyi had come back at some point. She first looked down at her tablet, then raised her head, and her whole body exuded a bone-chilling coldness.

"..."

Su Cheng swallowed his saliva, took a few steps back, took out the pillow from his chest, and looked at Ji Qingyi awkwardly: "President? What's the matter?"

Ji Qingyi's face was solemn, and she stared straight at Su Cheng's face, as if she wanted to see into the depths of his soul. She stared at Su Cheng for a long while, and finally said in a cold voice: "Other people's kindness is not for you to take advantage of."

"..."

Su Cheng opened his mouth. He realized that Ji Qingyi might have heard what he just said, but he still gritted his teeth and tried to explain: "President, I just said something out of turn."

Ji Qingyi stared at him expressionlessly, his tone cold: "I can't believe you learned ventriloquism and sign language in just a few days, and you even know how to use your hands to make gaffes!?"

"No, no. This pillow has a calming effect on my mind, so I was attracted to it unconsciously."

Su Cheng didn't react to what she was pointing at first. He looked at his hands, then at the pillow, before he realized what was going on and quickly explained.

Seeing that Su Cheng was not lying, Ji Qingyi walked up to Su Cheng, leaned over to look at the pillow in Su Cheng's hand, and then stretched out his hand.

Su Cheng was stunned, looking at Ji Qingyi's hand, and finally handed his beloved little pillow to Ji Qingyi.

Ji Qingyi looked down at the pillow in her hand, frowned, and threw it back into Su Cheng's arms. She turned around and looked at Su Cheng, her voice getting colder and colder: "Are you planning to stuff it into your clothes during the competition?"

Su Cheng looked embarrassed when he heard this.

Ji Qingyi said in a serious tone: "If you can't purify your mind and seek inner calmness and peace of mind, then the referee will naturally eliminate you, no matter how hard you try."

"Yes."

Su Cheng pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and responded in a low voice.

Although he is a novice, he naturally knows that etiquette is more important than technology in this game. No matter how accurate your shooting is, you can't win this game.

In fact, he also wanted to say that the fundamental purpose of archery is to shoot accurately, not to cultivate one's character.

But archery in this world is that archers learn some bullshit philosophy while shooting and then take it as the truth.

In short, the ultimate goal of Kyudo is not to pursue accuracy, but to achieve goals other than accuracy through the pursuit of this process.

But you still have to shoot accurately during the competition.

All in all it's very confusing.

"Are you sacrificing your life just for the title of eliminated?"

Upon hearing this, Su Cheng looked up at Ji Qingyi, then lowered his head again.

Ji Qingyi said indifferently: "I feel sorry for you. Your choice is wrong."

Su Cheng trembled when he heard this, and he lowered his head with helplessness in his eyes.

Yes, helpless.

What the system gives him seems to be what he needs, but in fact it is just robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Although my body couldn’t handle the intensity of the training before, at least I could calm down. But now I can’t calm down at all.

"Looking at it this way, I also think that this choice was wrong."

Su Cheng laughed at himself.

Ji Qingyi's face was calm: "It's not too late for you to give up the competition now."

"I won't give up. Even if it's wrong, I will try my best to guide it in the right direction."

Su Cheng shook his head, his tone very calm.

"It seems that you do have a stubbornness that ordinary people cannot understand." Ji Qingyi said calmly: "If that's the case."

At this point, Ji Qingyi came to the shooting position and looked up at the sky: "It just happened to rain a little this afternoon."

He looked at Ji Qingyi with some confusion. The sky outside was clear and sunny. How could it look like it was going to rain in the afternoon?

So evil?

Can the president also predict the wind and rain?

Or maybe borrowing wind to pray for rain?

Or maybe he has rheumatism?

It’s worthy of being S-level!

Ji Qingyi looked at the sun in the sky with a calm expression: "I'll try to calm down this strange excitement in your heart."

"Thank you, President."

Su Cheng thanked him, but still couldn't help being curious: "How did you know it was going to rain?"

"I'll still check the weather forecast."

......................................................

in the afternoon

At this moment, it was drizzling down from the sky.

Naturally, he couldn't attend the physical education class, so some people played with their phones in the classroom, some played board games, and Su Cheng sat at the table holding a small pillow, staring at the scenery outside.

The people sitting behind him, Gao Ye, Chai Hao, and Wang Guancong, were playing a card game, and he rejected the invitation of the three.

"Su Cheng has become his old self again."

Xuanying pulled the sleeve of Zhao Yan next to her and whispered.

"Um."

Zhao Yanran nodded. Although she was playing with her phone, her eyes involuntarily drifted towards Su Cheng who was standing by the window, her eyes full of concern.

"However," Xuan Ying looked at Zhao Yan, blinked, and said in a low voice: "Should we go talk to Su Cheng? His birthday is coming soon."

Zhao Yan shook her head: "No rush, he will participate in the archery competition soon, and his schedule must be very tight during this period. Let's find an opportunity when he has free time."

Li Guanqi in the corner was holding a book and reading it seriously, but he occasionally glanced at Su Cheng who was hugging a pillow. His eyes were deep and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Want to play a round?"

Suddenly, a young girl came to Su Cheng's table. She was holding a Go board in her hand and looking at Su Cheng with a smile.

This girl was Xu Tianyi.

The second one in the last exam.

As she spoke, she placed the chessboard on Su Cheng's desk.

Su Cheng raised his head, glanced at the girl, shook his head and said, "Sorry..."

Before he could finish his words, he found that his seat was already surrounded by people. Xuan Ying and Zhao Yan walked over and looked at them.

Seems like he wants to watch the game.

Su Cheng still shook his head and explained: "I don't know how to play Go."

"Well, that's a shame."

The girl sighed while holding the chessboard, then turned and walked to the other side.

But Xuan Ying and Zhao Yan stayed where they were and refused to leave.

Su Cheng looked at the two men with some confusion.

Zhao Yan laughed softly and said, "We will go to the stadium to watch the game this time!"

Xuanying beside him also nodded and raised her fist: "Come on, we support you!"

After saying that, Su Cheng met her gaze, but Xuan Ying's body suddenly stiffened and she ran out of the classroom in a blink of an eye.

"Thank you."

Su Cheng looked at Xuanying's back, smiled and nodded to Zhao Yan beside him. Zhao Yan also smiled brightly, then turned around and went outside the classroom to look for Xuanying.