Chapter Seventy-Three: Hua Rong, the Little Li Guang
After Wu Song left, I secretly slipped the pill into my hand, tossed it into my pocket, and then deliberately waved my hands in front of the camera, saying, "That's it, let's call it a day."
While listening to the instructions on the phone, Li Tianrun said, "Everyone, please wait a moment. Our boss has something to say."
The heroes looked back and said, "Our leader thinks we should also choose the next contestant. We'll field Pang Wanchun."
Upon hearing this, Bao Jin immediately asked, "Old Pang? Where is he?"
At this moment, the refined man who had been holding the camera suddenly put it down and gave Bao Jin a slight smile.
Bao Jin stared at him hesitantly for a long time, then suddenly ran over, hugged the man tightly, and cried out, "Old Pang, is it really you? Don't you recognize me?"
Pang Wanchun chuckled softly, "It's because you don't recognize me."
Bao Jin took his hand and said, "You've completely changed."
The heroes then recognized the man and exclaimed, "It really is Pang Wanchun!"
Lin Chong whispered in my ear, "This man is the archery god under Fang La, nicknamed Little Yang Youji. He has caused the deaths of many of our brothers."
I never expected that the famous Archer God would look like the owner of a small clothing factory. What's even more remarkable is that he completely concealed his fierceness. No wonder even Bao Jin, who has always been on good terms with him, didn't recognize him.
Pang Wanchun cupped his hands in greeting and said, "I will come back in five days with my bow. Please choose whatever weapon you like."
Duan Jingzhu whispered, "Isn't this just putting people down? He's using a bow, so can't I use a shield?"
Zhang Qing shouted, "Don't be so arrogant, you surnamed Pang. Do you think you're the only one who can shoot arrows?"
Pang Wanchun waved his hands repeatedly, almost shyly, "I didn't mean that. It's not that I'm the only one who can shoot arrows, it's just that I'm the only one who can shoot arrows."
Zhang Qing said, "Alright, then we'll have an archery contest with you, and we'll make sure you lose convincingly!"
Pang Wanchun laughed and said, "No need, no need. Everyone has their own strengths, why insist on being stubborn?"
Although Pang Wanchun wore a smiling face, every word he uttered was infuriating. Many of the heroes, unable to bear the provocation, shouted, "We'll challenge you to an archery contest!"
Pang Wanchun ignored the heroes and grabbed Bao Jin's hand, saying, "Brother Deng, it's been many years, you're still as dashing as ever."
Bao Jin looked at Pang Wanchun, who was nearing middle age, and chuckled, "You're older than me now. Come on, let me treat you to a drink."
Pang Wanchun asked in surprise, "You drink alcohol?"
Bao Jin smiled and said, "I couldn't drink in my past life, but I have a good capacity for alcohol in this one."
Pang Wanchun said awkwardly, "In my past life, I couldn't go without drinking even once, but in this life, I vomit as soon as I touch alcohol. Let me offer you tea instead."
Bao Jin snorted: "What's so great about tea?"
The two chatted for a while longer, but they had no chemistry. In the end, Baojin still came back to school with us.
Halfway there, Duan Jingzhu couldn't help but ask, "Are we really going to have an archery contest with Pang Wanchun?"
Zhang Qing glanced at him sideways and asked, "What's wrong?"
Bao Jin interjected, "Don't take offense, but when it comes to archery, none of you can match him. Old Pang can shoot down a tiny insect that a dragonfly is holding in its beak from a hundred paces away."
The heroes looked at each other and fell silent.
Wu Yong asked me, "Xiao Qiang, where around here can we shoot arrows?"
I thought for a moment and said, "I haven't heard of any archery clubs—would the ones in the park work?"
Dong Ping said, "As long as we have a bow and arrows, that's fine. I don't believe it; I've practiced since I was a kid."
I said, "We'll have to wait until tomorrow; the park is definitely closed now."
On the way back, I kept squeezing my pocket; the pill was safely inside...
On the issue of Pang Wanchun, the heroes made the same rash mistake again. I understand what they mean; they are targeting the opponent's strengths to completely extinguish his arrogance. If Pang Wanchun were to compete with Shi Qian in lightness skills or with Xiao Rang in calligraphy, even if he won, he wouldn't gain any prestige.
But don't they know their own limitations? I know there are definitely quite a few archers among these people, and Dong Ping seems to be at least an expert. But as I said before: it depends on who you're competing against. He'd be unbeatable against me, but even he wouldn't dare compete with me in minesweeping, right? The same logic applies to dealing with Pang Wanchun; we should find a compromise, like having him compete with Li Kui in hopscotch…
It's too late now, let's see how things go tomorrow.
In fact, an archery range was included in the development plan of Yucai School, but it was only in the plan because it is difficult to find such special teachers nowadays, and even if they learn it, it is not very useful. my country is not strong in Olympic archery competitions, and we do not have the resources to set aside manpower to open an archery branch.
That evening, Baozi and Li Shishi came over and sighed for a long time after reading some news. They found out that there was a person in a vegetative state in a local hospital bed, whose family was too poor to care for them and was now negotiating with the hospital to have their oxygen tubes cut off. This matter had caused quite a stir, even sparking a discussion about morality and ethics.
I scoffed. What's the point of discussing this? If you disagree, why don't you just pay up? It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering! I'm too busy dealing with my own problems to pay any more attention.
Today is another beautiful day, perfect for taking the kids to the park, buying some bread and sausages to eat on the grass – how wonderful!
In fact, if it weren't for all this trouble with the heroes, I really was planning to bring Baozi and Cao Chong along and do just that. But now, they've come to the park, but there are only about 50 people, and they're all quite old. This has led passersby to speculate: Is this some kind of township enterprise organizing an employee outing?
I hid among the heroes with my head down, afraid of being recognized, and finally managed to lead them to the archery range.
It's called an archery range, but it's really just a small stall in a corner of the park. There are six targets about 10 meters away, and a few bows are hanging on the poles of the dilapidated shed. I used to pass by here often, but I don't think I ever saw anyone playing.
I searched for ages but couldn't find anyone, so I called out. A lazybones finally stood up from the shade of a tree next to the ice cream stall and asked languidly, "Playing around, huh?"
I threw 500 yuan on the broken table and said, "We'll have the whole place to ourselves."
But the lazy man glanced at the money and said slowly, "With so many of you, this isn't enough."
How many do you want?
"We calculate it by the group, 100 arrows per group, 30 arrows per group."