"It's your turn!" Bao'er said to Zhao Yang.
"I'll try not to embarrass you!" Zhao Yang said with a smile.
Bao'er turned her head away, thinking to herself, "Always showing off, not even aware of his own limits..."
Of these three boys, Bao'er felt she probably couldn't outshine even one, so naturally, she didn't believe that Zhao Yang, a slingshot-level contestant, could outdo them.
Zhao Yang closed his eyes and pulled the bowstring, concentrating fully to feel the elasticity of the string, then effortlessly drew a compound bow to its full extent, appearing to exert no effort at all.
Bao'er stood by his side, feeling as though Zhao Yang was treating the drawing of this bow as if he were playing with a toy.
When he turned his gaze back to the bullseye, his eyes suddenly became sharper than an eagle's!
With the arrow aimed at the bullseye, Zhao Yang's sturdy and powerful arms held the arrow steady, showing no hint of trembling.
