Ou Cheng and a few others were watching the fun from the side. Leng Rongrong picked up a bow, then stood in position and prepared to draw the weapon.
She sneezed as she drew her bow, and the arrow in her hand fell to the ground, causing a burst of laughter.
"I'm afraid she can't even pick up an arrow!"
"She truly wants to win by drawing her bow. Does she think that Master Ou is fair and that there will be people helping her here?"
...
Everyone chuckled. People were somewhat looking down on Leng Rongrong.
A few women were gathered on the plane. They looked at Leng Rongrong and could not help but laugh.
It seemed that the rumors they had spread were very useful. No one truly liked Leng Rongrong.
The people around them laughed, and Leng Rongrong also smiled faintly. She bent down to pick up the arrow. Her small face was shining with a bright and beautiful light as if her whole body was glowing.
