After Li Qingrong voted, everyone was dumbfounded.

Except for the first arrow, which went out crookedly, all the other arrows hit the target. There was no skill, it was all about feel.

Chai Muying suddenly became desperate. She originally wanted to participate in the competition and win a prize.

"Isn't the squad leader too accurate?"

Yao Beibei came here purely for fun. After the joint entrance examination, no matter what she did, it would be more interesting than studying in the classroom late at night.

She clapped her hands and said, "That's fine, maybe our class really has hope of winning the championship."

The other girls had the same idea. The squad leader's flaw in throwing pots was so accurate that it directly deprived them of their happiness.

The reaction from the boys was exactly the opposite. The boys who had finished voting were slapping their thighs in regret at this moment.

"Damn it, I should have been more serious!"

The boys who had not yet voted were full of fighting spirit and stopped laughing and joking. They were all gearing up and ready to go all out.

Xie Zhihao glanced at Li Qingrong several times, and suddenly realized that the appearance of the monitor of this class had reached an astonishing level.

Eh? She is the monitor?

Isn't the class monitor the girl named Cai Xiang? It seems that if something happens in the class, she always runs over, and then runs over again.

Could it be that the person in front of me is the deputy class cadre?

Liu Yang glanced at the remaining boys who had not yet voted, like Tom leaning against the wall and holding his hands in Tom and Jerry.

He shook his head and clicked his tongue, showing an expression of regret.

Children, there is hell ahead.

Xie Zhihao and Jiang Nian are not in the same row. At this moment, he is staring straight ahead. The best score for boys so far is five out of ten shots.

Just six hits

Jiang Nian was in another row, and it was his turn to throw the pot next. He couldn't help but turn around and glance at Luo Yong, and said hesitantly.

"How about you go first?"

"No, no, no, you go first." Luo Yong refused habitually. No matter what he did, he always liked to be in the back.

Jiang Nian said, "After I vote, you may not want to vote anymore."

"No, you go first." Luo Yong even took a step back, as if he was queuing up for an injection.

He is a typical 50-point boy, not as addicted to mobile phones as Zeng You, nor as taciturn as Luo Zhongping.

Half cheerful, half inferior.

The only expectation for the college entrance examination is to attend Nanjing University, or simply to secure a place at East China Jiaotong University. As soon as he graduates from university!

After four years of undergraduate studies, no one asked me, so I went to Shenzhen with my schoolbag on my back.

Jiang Nian thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to force him down in front of him. Luo Yong couldn't resist, so he was forced to start throwing pots.

Next door, Xie Zhihao stuck out his butt and made six out of ten shots.

From sweating profusely, to a full-on kaka expression, "Ah, I'm the happiest today".

Luo Yong looked timid, but he didn't expect that he would hit four out of eight shots in one shot, which made Xie Zhihao, who opened the champagne in the middle, nervous.

However, Luo Yong dropped the chain on his ninth throw. There was a clang, and the arrow deflected outside the pot.

"Yes!" Xie Zhihao panted slightly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "To be honest, it's a bit of a pity."

Luo Yong smiled and said nothing, his palms became sweaty.

Jiang Nian picked up the arrow and suddenly felt that someone was staring at him. When he saw it was Li Qingrong, the other person quickly looked away.

He didn't hesitate, and barely looked at where the spout was.

He quickly threw ten arrows out in succession. One arrow was still flying in the air, and the second arrow was already shot.

Dong-dong-dong, like big and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Ten arrows fell into the pot together, and the sound was clear and refreshing.

Everyone present fell silent instantly. Lao Liu was originally talking on the phone at the door. Seeing this scene, he was speechless.

Liu Yang covered his face and didn't even look at it.

If he hadn't still held a position as a sports committee member, he wouldn't have come at all if Jiang Nian was here.

Xie Zhihao was so dumbfounded that he tried his best to hit a six. But when he turned around, he saw Jiang Qingnian fluttering ten times.

He couldn't accept it and couldn't believe his eyes.

The reaction from the girls was even more exaggerated. Yao Beibei walked over directly and planned to open his sleeves to see if he had cheated.

"What are you doing?"

"Have you turned on the technology?" Yao Beibei didn't touch the mechanism on his sleeve, "Where are they hidden? There are several pigeons."

"Pants," Jiang Nian said without blushing or heart beating.

Yao Beibei touched her chin, "Wait until I find a boy with a round face and a beard to come over."

Li Qingrong stood not far away, listening to the excited discussion of the two girls around him. He silently withdrew his gaze and looked away.

Lao Liu stopped calling and drove back all those who failed the selection, leaving Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong to talk.

There were only three people left in the huge activity room.

"Ahem." Old Liu coughed, looked at Jiang Nian and then at Li Qingrong, a flash of pain suddenly flashed in his eyes.

No, are you SB?

I’m so excited about the fair! Why did I join them together again?

However, there is an old saying in China, what comes comes comes. Now that they have come this far, encourage them to get the prize first.

"This pot throwing competition was decided by the director of the school who was conducting educational reform experiments. He raised a large amount of funds."

"So, this ancient-style pot-throwing game has high rewards and honors, and directly awards money, so you should try hard."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian asked.

"Teacher, do all classes need to participate?"

"Well, all classes in the senior year of high school." Lao Liu said, and then added, "Regardless of arts and sciences, the bonuses are very high."

Li Qingrong's expression was calm. No matter whether he heard about the honor or the bonus, he was unmoved. He just stood quietly and listened.

Jiang Nian asked again, "How many, maknae?"

Seeing the movements of someone's thumb and index finger, Lao Liu almost stopped. He asked with a sullen face and an unhappy expression.

"Nothing right! Why don't you care about honor?"

Jiang Nian scratched his head, "Okay, how much is the honor? Maknae?"

Keep counting money gesture.

"Honor is priceless, you still don't understand." Old Liu thought for a while, "The bonus seems to be one thousand and fifty for the champion."

"Honor is indeed very important." Jiang Nian said seriously, "Teacher, I am willing to contribute my share to the class."

Old Liu was confused, this. Is this right?

"Okay, as long as you have the heart, that's all." Lao Liu was about to end the conversation, but was interrupted by Jiang Nian.

"Teacher, if we all win the championship, do you have any reward?"

Lao Liu: "."

"Teacher, honor." Jiang Nian said insinuatingly, "I'm 100% sure to win the award, so you can rest assured."

Hearing this, Old Liu became more relaxed.

"The prizes for leading teachers are relatively common. It depends on what you like. There are thermos cups, meal cards for a month, etc."

The campus is quiet and dim, as if covered with a thin layer of sand.

Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong came out of Building D side by side and glanced at the third floor of the high school who was already studying in the second period evening class.

"Lao Liu has been talking for so long?"

Hearing this, Li Qingrong glanced at him, stopped and asked.

"Are you short of money?"

"There's no shortage, it's just a matter of participation." Jiang Nian turned to look at Li Qingrong, "Whoever gets the bonus will take it."

Li Qingrong nodded, hummed, and asked again.

"After I take it, do you want it?"

Jiang Nian suddenly looked confused. The squad leader wouldn't have any thoughts about him and wanted to buy off his youth with a thousand yuan.

Too greedy, Qingqing.

Youth is so precious, so you have to pay extra for things like that.
To be continued...