The noble evil young lady

"Can he really do it?"

"Will it make other schools laugh at me if I play like this? Everyone who comes to participate looks great."

"Forget it, let's see how he behaves. If he loses, he will definitely be complained by all the teachers and students in the school!"

. . .

Listening to the discussions around me, I have despised these sarcastic people countless times in my heart. This group of guys who only judge people by their appearance is really annoying.

When the principal heard that someone "voluntarily asked for a job", and saw that the other party was Miyamoto He, a winning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Shenghua High School, please invite players from Shenghua High School to play. If you don't play again, it will be counted as zero points."

The host obviously has no patience. Although his expression is still calm, he will inevitably feel a little irritable on the field under direct sunlight.

At this moment, He Xuan hurriedly pressed close to her ear, not knowing what to say.

The host's eyes lit up, and he picked up the microphone and said excitedly, "Since the old injury on Mu Ze's hand has recurred, Hero Miyamoto from Qingshenghua High School will appear next!"

When the audience heard that Mu Ze couldn't play, they were immediately discouraged, and the bustling applause seemed extremely weak.

Miyamoto He didn't even change his clothes and went straight to the stage. At this time, he happened to meet Huai Fan who was leaving the stage.

Huai Fan flashed a mocking smile, stretched out his thumb, and slowly pointed to the ground.

He is despising Miyamoto He. . .

Miyamoto He turned a blind eye, showed a confident smile, and walked straight from his side to pick up the bow and arrow.

With the whistle of the referee, hydrogen balloons of different colors were released into the sky.

He saw Miyamoto unhurriedly bowing his bow, and seeing the hydrogen balloon rising higher and higher, the range became larger and larger, and the chance of hitting was greatly reduced.

A gust of wind blows slowly, and the hydrogen balloon slowly drifts away with the wind.

At this time, Miyamoto He's eyes froze, he pulled the bow vigorously, moved his feet and began to adjust the angle, with an abnormally calm expression.

Aim and shoot.

Before everyone could react, the off-string arrow had already pierced five balloons.

There was a dead silence in the auditorium, and everyone's eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief.

Then, Miyamoto picked up the second arrow and shot it quickly. Before everyone woke up from the surprise, the remaining five balloons had been shot by the second arrow.

After two seconds of silence, thunderous applause rang out, and the audience stood up one after another, expressing their reverence to Heiko Miyamoto with this great etiquette.

The referee was so excited that he shed tears, and his skinny and black face was filled with endless emotions. He was finally able to witness such incomparable archery skills in his lifetime, which really made him have no regrets in this life.

The warm applause lasted for several minutes, and there was no tendency to reduce it.

Now that all the balloons have been shot, the last arrow left seems useless.

Miyamoto He was the last player to play in this game. At this time, the result of the game was self-evident. At this time, the referee was about to come to announce his score.

He suddenly picked up the last arrow, set up the bow, and aimed at Pang Boya who was sitting in the front row of the auditorium.

At this moment, Pan Boya was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and fell off the seat in embarrassment, and started to run, but no matter where she ran, Miyamoto He's arrows were always aimed at her, but she had already fled to the arena , Miyamoto He tightened his bow even more recklessly.

She shouted "Help" while running, but no one dared to go up to help when they saw the situation. Her eyes were always fixed on the arrow in Miyamoto He's hand, and she stepped on the ground and fell heavily on the open field.

"Don't, don't!" She put her hands on the ground, shook her head desperately, moved back slowly, and looked at Miyamoto He in horror.

Whoosh!The sound of arrows piercing through the air. . .

The sharp arrow stabbed at her at an extremely fast speed, like a flexible poisonous tongue, which could kill people at any time. Everyone held their breath and waited for the tragedy to happen.