Chapter 68: Chapter 68: What Makes You Think You Can Beat ?
Afternoon.
The sports field is packed with people.
Windsor High School has a large sports field, even boasting an equestrian course and a golf course.
The first year is holding an archery and fencing competition.
Archery field.
Momo has changed into professional protective gear, ready for action.
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Windsor High School offers a wide range of sports, not just basic ones, but also includes noble pursuits like fencing and horse riding, and archery is one of them.
And this is Momo’s strong suit.
Momo really likes archery, so Lin Qi enrolled him for archery lessons, which he attends twice a week. Momo practiced diligently on his own and achieved remarkable results.
On the field, parents sit in the stands while the children participating in the competition enter the arena.
Unexpectedly, Fang Heng is in the sa arena.
Momo is adjusting his bow when Fang Heng suddenly walks up to him, with a look of disdain, and mockingly says, “You, a poor commoner, can do archery?”
Momo looks up, returning a cold and mocking gaze, “I can, got a problem with that?”
Fang Heng retorts, “Hmph! What will you do if you lose to ?”
Momo shakes his head and clicks his tongue, “Why would you harbor such unrealistic fantasies? Lose to you? How about going ho, hugging a pillow, and dreaming? It would be faster that way.”
“You!” Fang Heng is instantly provoked, “Don’t act so arrogant with ! I will not lose to a commoner like you! My mother says, a kid from the slums like you being able to study at Windsor is charity from the school. Losing to you would be a disgrace to !”
Momo replies leisurely, “Then make sure not to lose to , or you might end up too upset to sleep at night.”
Fang Heng’s face turns green with anger.
The referee walks over and tells Fang Heng, “Little friend, please return to your place.”
Fang Heng turns on his heel and walks away.
Momo smirks, his tender lips slightly puckered, then looks off into the distance at the target seventy ters away, counting his arrows.
The competition is divided into a first and a second half, with 12 arrows each round. Scores are based on the number of rings hit, and the one with the highest score becos the champion. If the scores are tied, additional rounds will be arranged to determine the top three winners.
Momo, wearing an arm guard and chest protector, is tall and slender, standing upright with poise.
At the sound of the referee’s signal.
Momo elegantly draws his recurve bow, nocking the arrow, and shoots the first arrow.
“Whoosh!”
A nine-ring shot right out.
The crowd buzzes in amazent.
Other young contestants look toward Momo’s target, scoring nine rings on the first arrow—an auspicious start!
“What a talented kid!”
“Nine rings on the first arrow!”
“Maybe it’s just good luck!”
To Momo, such a dazzling first shot was undoubtedly a grave mistake.
Fang Heng looks at Momo’s target with disdain.
Just luck!
He draws his bow and hits an eight-ring shot.
“Whoosh.”
Momo shoots another steady arrow.
“Ten rings!”
The first ten-ring score is born on the field.
Huo Tingdong is sowhat surprised.
This child has such a high talent in archery.
Huo Tingdong is also skilled in archery, even having t the national team’s standards once. However, Han did not inherit this talent and showed no interest in archery; thus, he did not sign up for the event.
At rely seven years old, his performance is as stable as a professional’s.
This 10-point shot put a lot of psychological pressure on Fang Heng; his second arrow only scored 7 points.
The two shots opened up a 4-point gap.
If one falls too far behind in points, it becos very difficult to catch up and win the later matches.
The first half of the competition ended.
Momo led the field by a wide margin with a score of 105 points, without any suspense.
Fang Heng, with a score of 84 points, was left far behind by Momo.
As soon as Fang Heng returned to the resting area, he was t with a torrent of scolding from Mrs. Fang.
“How could you lose to that little bastard! You have disappointed so much!” Mrs. Fang’s eyes reddened with anger, “You’ve always been the champion in archery, always the first place, how could you perform like this today?”
Fang Heng’s eyes turned red, and large tears rolled down as he clenched his teeth, “I will not lose to him!”
Mrs. Fang said, “There’s still the second half, if you lose to him, I’ll disown you as my son!”
Fang Heng hugged her in fear, “Mom, don’t be angry! I will definitely perform well and win the first place from him!”
Mrs. Fang said, “Make sure you do as you say, and never disappoint mom!”
The second half began.
Fang Heng returned to the field, and Momo was already checking his equipnt; he glared at Momo fiercely.
As if sensing his intense gaze, Momo turned his head, looked at him with a provocative slant, and casually gave a thumbs down over his chest.
Momo showed no signs of fatigue or exertion, appearing relaxed; if he could maintain his stable performance from the first half, the championship was surely his.
How could Fang Heng be content with this!
The competition started.
As the judge gave the signal, Momo once again shot three steady arrows, scoring 9, 10, and 10 points respectively.
His near-perfect score made Fang Heng feel like he couldn’t catch up.
The score gap widened continuously.
Momo’s lead in points was so great that his victory seed almost certain.
The whole audience cheered for Momo.
Fang Heng felt a surge of imbalance in his heart; those cheers should have been for him.
Momo had stolen his lilight and the glory that should have been his!
As his mindset beca unbalanced, Fang Heng’s performance beca increasingly unstable, and on his last draw of the bow, realizing the situation was hopeless, he shot his arrow with a sense of resignation, which, to everyone’s surprise, went straight towards the spectator stands!
“Ah!”
Accompanied by a scream, the arrow seed poised to hit a little girl in the crowd.
Her mother, terrified, shielded her daughter, shivering.
Just then, with a “whoosh,” another arrow swiftly flew towards the stray arrow, knocking it down and firmly embedding it in the ground.
Momo furrowed his brows slightly and put down his bow.
He had noticed Fang Heng’s misdirected arrow flying towards the spectators and had one last arrow in his hand; after intercepting Fang Heng’s arrow, he casually put away his bow.
After the initial shock passed, the crowd realized that the life-saving arrow was shot by Momo, erupting into cheers and applause.
“It’s Lin Jinmo from the Lion Class!”
“He saved my daughter! If not for him, she might have been hurt by the arrow!”
“He’s amazing! To knock down the stray arrow with such precision!”
“This sport is too dangerous! If that arrow had hit soone, the consequences would have been unimaginable!”
The judge announced the scores.
Momo won first place with a score of 204 points.
Fang Heng, in a fit of rage, threw down his bow and strode toward Momo.
Just as Momo was about to leave the field, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar by Fang Heng and shoved hard against the wall.
Momo’s back slamd against the wall, causing a sharp pain and sweating cold sweat.
Fang Heng gripped his collar tightly, gritting his teeth, “You little bastard, what right do you have to win against ? By what right!”
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