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Han Changsheng snorted, "You've got it! Your archery is at the kindergarten level, and even if you practice it, it's still at the top... just at the elementary school level."

Di Lieba jumped three feet high when she was looked down upon, and shouted: "Don't underestimate people! I'll leave my words here. When I get up early tomorrow morning, I must learn archery from you." I won’t go home if I don’t master the archery technique of piercing Yang with a hundred steps!”

Tomorrow early in the morning, Yang Han Changsheng glanced lightly at Fatty, who was starting to be ambitious again, and continued to eat dinner as soon as his eyelids fell.

If you want to have the archery skill of piercing Yang with a hundred steps, you can't succeed if you don't have it for ten or eight years.

As for waking up early tomorrow morning 365 days a year, Fatty girl has 360 days to sleep in, and the remaining 5 days to wake up hungry at night.

Di Lireba noticed Han Changsheng's eyes, and said angrily: "I said with that look in your eyes that if you can get up, you will definitely be able to get up, but I don't know if you can get up."

Han Changsheng curled his lips, "Don't provoke me, I can get up if you can, but I don't know if it's early morning."

"You...huh! I will definitely be able to get up!"

Fat Di puffed his mouth, and ate the roasted rabbit meat with red lipstick.

She must get up early tomorrow morning to practice archery, and she will definitely impress the master!...Dili Reba has a bit of ruthlessness after all.

The next morning, she woke up from urinating and got up to solve the next problem.

After lying back in Han Changsheng's arms, he immediately remembered the oath he made yesterday.

She shook her head to drive away a trace of drowsiness, struggled to get up, washed her face with cold water, and completely woke up.

Di Lieba walked back to the yurt, looked at Han Changsheng who was still sleeping, and smiled slyly.

Master, this big slob, always said she was lazy, so she must be covering her bed now! Fat Di lay beside Han Changsheng, raised his long hair by his ears, and moved the tip of his hair back and forth on the front of Han Changsheng's nose.

Han Changsheng shivered for a while, then sneezed and woke up.

He half-closed his eyes and looked at the smiling Dili Reba, and said in a helpless voice, "Little Fatty Di, you don't sleep so early in the morning, what are you doing?"

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Di Lieba wrinkled her small nose, put her hands behind her back and said arrogantly: "I said yesterday that I would get up early today to practice archery, and I did what I said, but you, the teacher, seem to be lying in bed."

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Han Changsheng was taken aback for a moment, thought about what he said yesterday, and got up without saying a word.

This little girl really succeeded in acting as a demon, so she simply practiced archery with her, presumably after ten arrows, she gave up with sore arms.

Dili Reba helped Han Changsheng get dressed, took her little bow and arrow and acted as Han Changsheng's follower.

Watching him brush his teeth and wash his face, then follow Han Changsheng happily to the open space behind the racecourse, watching Han Changsheng make a simple archery target with dry grass.

Then, Fatty began to bend his bow and take an arrow, so he wanted to practice archery.

"stop!"

Han Changsheng directly raised his hand to cover Fatty's eyes, and snatched the bow and arrow from her hand.

Fatty stretched out his hand to grab it, but he didn't grab it, he jumped up and shouted: "What are you doing, didn't you agree to teach me archery?"

Han Changsheng shook the bow and arrow in his hand, and said speechlessly: "You, a novice who hasn't started in kindergarten, still want to practice archery with this traditional bow. You may not be able to succeed after practicing for three to five years."

Fatty was dumbfounded, "Then what should I do?"

Han Changsheng said: "Go and find a recurve bow, that is the bow for beginners."

With Han Changsheng's current status in the prairie, it is not easy to borrow a recurve bow.

Half an hour later, the two returned to the backyard, bringing three sets of recurve bows and arrows, and a set of novice protective equipment.

Han Changsheng stood behind Fat Di, "Here is ten meters away from the target, hold your breath, focus on the center of the target, slump your shoulders and raise your elbows, push the bow arm with your left hand, and hold the arrow with the three fingers of your right hand with the finger guard." Tail, hold on to the bowstring, don't let go!"

Swish! Before Han Changsheng could stop it, the chopstick-thick arrow had already landed five meters away, seriously missing the target.

Di Lireba pouted, "It's not my fault, the arrow doesn't listen to it."

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes, "Your right hand is too weak, let go when the bowstring is not full, it's no wonder it is obedient, bend the bow and set the arrow again, try to draw the bowstring into a full moon shape."

Dili Reba was stunned, and then exerted all her strength with her right hand, pulling the bowstring into the shape of a full moon.

Let go.

Swish! The arrow pierced through the air quickly, and directly brought up a handful of dead grass on the target.

"Yay! I made it!"

Han Changsheng glanced at the cheering Fatty, and said in a low voice, "I only scored a score of less than one ring, so why are you so happy! Keep practicing!"

"Oh."

Fat Di caught a glimpse of Han Changsheng's expressionless face, bowed his bow and set his arrow again, with a very serious expression.

For a moment... she was carried away by herself just now, she almost forgot that the master will transform after becoming a teacher.

Of the two, one is teaching seriously, the other is practicing seriously, plus the recurve bow is easier to learn, Fatty's progress is...very fast.

Basically, every arrow does not miss the target, and the lucky one hits the bull's-eye.

It's just that the recurve bow in Di Lieba's hand weighs seven or eight catties no matter how light it is, and it takes a lot of effort to draw the bowstring. She couldn't lift her hands after 15 minutes of practice.

She ran to Han Changsheng's side, shaking her arms and crying, "Master, my arm is so sore and hurts, help me!"

Han Changsheng took a sip of boiled water, and said slowly: "Take a rest if you are sore, and practice again tomorrow."