Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 178 Shooting Your Heart (6)

In an instant, the teenagers burst into warm applause.

"Cen God is indeed Cen God." Song Jing also clapped his hands and praised: "The arrows are all hitting the bull's-eye, powerful, powerful."

No matter how many times you watch it, you will always be fascinated by the way this man shoots an arrow.

Ming Cen put away his bow and quiver, and suddenly asked, "Coach Song, is anyone here to record a program today?"

Song Jing also saw the program group, nodded and said: "Yes, it seems to be a variety show in your country. They borrowed the isolated backup archery range. Coach Li is in charge of the program group over there."

"Why, is there any star Cen Shen likes?" Song Jing smiled, "Would you like to go and see?"

Ming Cen didn't deny it either, and after pondering for a moment: "Let's go when we're free."

Song Jing was a little surprised: "Is there really a celebrity you like?"

Mingcen smiled, his amber eyes filled with starlight: "Yes."

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Nuo Da's training ground.

"Everyone, have you seen the big cardboard box with numbers written on it behind you?" the host said, "What is inside is your product today. The smaller the number, the easier it is to sell the product at the specified price. The more reasonable it is.”

The four large cardboard boxes were neatly arranged in a row, facing a row of special target racks.

"Since we are at the archery range, our mission must be indispensable to this young master." The host gestured to the staff to pass the tightly wrapped small cardboard boxes to everyone.

Bai Shaoche looked left and right with the cardboard box, and asked curiously, "What's in here?"

Ming is also looking down at the cardboard box in his hand, but as long as the people around him observe carefully, they will find that his eyes did not fall on the cardboard box.

The long eyelashes drooped down, casting a faint shadow, which well concealed the panic and uneasiness in Ming or his eyes.

How to do?
It turned out that she was actually recording the program at the place where she went abroad for exchange.

The moment he entered the door, Ming or instantly saw Ming Cen on the archery range.

The blood all over his body suddenly flowed backwards, and a cold chill quickly spread from his back.

The sharp sword hanging high above his heart finally came down fiercely.

If he only saw himself on the bus, maybe he could find some reason to hide it from Ming Cen.

Like he just met by chance.

Another example is that he just joined an amateur photography hobby club.

She will always believe it.

she will believe it...

With a thin layer of fleshy fingertips slowly rubbing against the cardboard box, Ming or smiled self-deprecatingly.

If Ming Cen hadn't suppressed the anger in his heart at that time, he would have asked him directly in the car.

I'm afraid he will tell the whole story without hesitation?

Ming or knew that he simply couldn't bear to lie to her.

That was his only relative, his younger sister who had been dependent on each other for more than ten years.

How could he be willing to lie to her?
Thinking of his younger sister's extremely sensible appearance at that time, Minghe's heart throbbed with pain.

No one knows better than him how much my sister hates the entertainment industry.

It is precisely because of this that he works so carefully, fearing that his sister will know that his brother has entered the entertainment industry.

In order not to join those entertainment companies, he spent four years in college and saved money desperately to set up his own independent studio.

He does not accept endorsement advertisements, but only sings seriously, so that one day he and his father's dream can be realized, standing tall and tall on the stage that was only one step away from his father.

If it weren't for repaying the director's favor, Ming would never have accepted this variety show.

Regret?
regretful.

If only he had refused the director, he would not have been discovered by his sister so quickly.

Maybe if he kept it a little longer and gave himself some more time, he would be able to realize his dream, but regret it, retire after success, and quietly throw this matter into the torrent of time, never letting his sister know.

I may not regret entering the entertainment industry as a singer, but I have no way of regretting it.

He also struggled, and once wanted to give up, trying to take his eyes off the piano left by his father.

But music had already been deeply integrated into his bones and engraved on his soul.

Ming may never forget the appearance of his father on the stage, let alone the memories of his father gently teaching him the piano and singing.

This is his dream and his father's unfulfilled wish.

And the fatal accident between his father and Ming Cen's mother back then.

Only by getting close to this circle can we get close to the truth.

So he... has no way out.

I'm sorry, Cen.

"What you have in your hands is a complete set of protective gear for archery athletes. You need to wear the equipment as quickly as possible and wear it correctly. The shorter the time, the more arrows you will get, which directly affects what you can get. The probability of good results." The host explained, "Because what ultimately determines what products you can get is the total archery score of each group."

To put it simply, this task is divided into two rounds.

In the first round of speed competition, they need to wear the equipment quickly and well, so that they can get the tools for the second round of competition - arrows.

In the second round of skill competition, after getting the arrows, they need to have an archery competition. After everyone shoots all the arrows won from the previous round, count the number of rings in groups. The higher the score, the better the product. Easier to sell.

Bai Shaoche had a bitter face: "It's really archery, my motor cells are not developed..."

Receiving the sight of his partner asking for help, Lin Yan frowned slightly, and said helplessly, "I have never been exposed to archery."

Bai Shaoche:......

Unfortunately, he felt that he was not far away from Ghost Cliff...

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Wen Ye didn't react much, he still stood beside Ming or lazily, with a somewhat absent-minded expression.

Thinking of the cold figure wearing the archery protective gear just now, my heart was itchy like being swept by a cat's tail.

But thinking of the unhappiness on the bus before, the man rubbed his hair a little irritably, and the coldness between his brows became a little stronger.

in the live room.

[Master Wen, what’s going on?He scratched his head and frowned, very much like my boyfriend who had done bad things behind my back.Bad smile.jpg]

[The girl upstairs makes friends out of nothing, this is my husband, please don't spit on him. 】

[Master Wen is still thinking about the bus lady in the morning, right?Seeing that the child is scared, maybe the young lady has forgotten it. 】

[You won't be the trustee of that young lady, will you?Why are you still thinking about her, can you stop mentioning her in Master Wen's live broadcast room?Isn't it always like this?He frowned because he was thinking of her, so I said that Master Wen pursed his lips because he wanted to kiss me. 】

[What's wrong with me just mentioning it?That young lady is so good-looking, can't I have a drink?You don't like it and you don't have to talk like that, do you? 】

[But this is Master Wen's live broadcast room, okay? 】

[Sisters, please stop quarreling. Harmony brings wealth and anger brings wealth. It’s rare for Mr. Wen to have a variety show. Let’s just concentrate on looking good. 】

[Yes, the game has started, let’s focus on watching Master Wen~]

(End of this chapter)