Li Younan was in an extrely good mood, as tomorrow’s task could be completed smoothly.
Of course, he wouldn’t verbalize this little sche in his mind, since Huang Xiaoyang probably still felt guilty; let him feel guilty, that’s fine.
...
No words through the night.
The plan to stay another day in Heishantou was actually quite good.
Heishantou isn’t a real mountain; it’s the na of a town called Heishantou.
The unique features here aren’t much different from most places on the grasslands, mainly looking at the grasslands, experiencing horseback riding, archery, drinking goat’s milk, and other aspects of the nomadic lifestyle.
There are many archery ranges here, and since there was a whole day to spend, it was natural to try archery.
Of course, trying out archery was also not sothing Li Younan suggested.
In the morning, after breakfast, Huang Xiaoyang found Li Younan and told him there was an archery range nearby, offering professional bow and arrow training, with a reward for hitting the target, and asked if he wanted to give it a try.
Li Younan thought about it: "Archery, huh. I’ve hardly ever shot before, but I seem to be quite talented at it."
Huang Xiaoyang was silent, already quietly calculating whether to make a bet with Li Younan later.
Unlike horseback riding, archery was not his strong suit.
However, Huang Xiaoyang considered his athletic talent to be no less than Li Younan’s; he might not be as explosive, but he certainly had excellent coordination.
Back in college, he was the sharpshooter of the team; Li Younan could dunk, but his shooting wasn’t as accurate.
A person who shoots accurately would likely be good at archery too; it’s a consistent talent.
There were no photo plans today, so Dan Dan was in her usual casual outfit.
They arrived at the archery range, and Dan Dan looked around curiously.
The wind swept across the open range, carrying a sll of earth.
Faded round targets stood at the bottom of a hill, scattered with seven or eight tourists, the "twang" of bowstrings and occasional "thud" sounds rising and falling.
Dan Dan didn’t intend to try it; Li Younan asked her to help shoot a video, as it was a good chance to capture so footage after being out for so long.
Li Younan and Huang Xiaoyang were together. The coach first explained to Huang Xiaoyang, covering similar content to what Li Younan later heard: bow grip, limbs, arrow rest, main feather pointing outward, three fingers, draw to first knuckle, cheek against string, back power to draw.
Huang Xiaoyang listened intently, nodding his head, eyelashes casting a faint shadow in the sunlight, fingers unconsciously feeling the bow grip’s edge as if anticipating the power points.
Dan Dan watched Huang Xiaoyang with a bit of expectation on her face.
The coach stood behind him, adjusted his stance, tweaked his shoulders, and pressed his back.
Huang Xiaoyang’s body seed to naturally fit the posture, with no sign of stiffness. He even slightly turned his head, gaze precisely landing on the target thirty ters away, as if asuring so invisible distance.
He nocked an arrow, drew the bowstring, and cheek resting on the string, pulled the bow.
The movent appeared effortless and fluid, without excess wrist movent, as if the bow was an extension of his arm.
The bow limbs bent, and he held firmly, breathing so evenly it was barely audible.
The coach glanced at the target and said nothing.
Huang Xiaoyang held his breath and released.
"Twang!"
The arrow flew out, a muffled "thud" sound, piercing the yellow ring on the target’s edge, not close to the center but firmly hitting.
He hit the target on his first shot.
Li Younan felt a bit stirred inside, a surprise yet expected—this guy always seed to learn things like this.
The coach said nothing more, handing him the second arrow.
Huang Xiaoyang repeated the movents, drawing the bow, the aiming ti seemingly shorter. "Twang!" "Thud!" This ti, the arrow nailed the junction of the yellow ring and red ring, closer to the center.
A middle-aged man nearby whispered, "Wow, this young man is pretty good."
Xiaoyang did not turn around, simply taking the third arrow more quickly.
As he drew the bow, he even slightly sidestepped, instinctively avoiding the wind’s resistance. "Twang!" The arrow shot like lightning, a crisp "thud," firmly pinning in the inner red ring, only a finger’s width from the bullseye.
Only then did he lightly rotate his wrist, as if flexing, lips pursed with no smile, but there’s a glimr in his eyes.
He then looked at Li Younan, saying casually, "It’s not too difficult, if you try a few tis, you should find the knack."
Li Younan smiled lightly, not inclined to say anything deliberately modest.
Considering his archery level, shooting the soft bows for tourists, at such a close distance, was indeed quite easy.
Of course, hitting the bullseye every ti right at the start would seem a bit too unrealistic.
But Li Younan also didn’t intend to deliberately make himself appear as a real novice.
For those truly talented, getting a hang of a skill after a few tries isn’t sothing astonishing.
The skills he could master in the future would only grow, so establishing an image of "quickly learning anything" was quite necessary.
Li Younan asked Dan Dan, who was holding a stabilizer to help shoot the video: "Started recording?"
Dan Dan made an ok gesture.
Only then did Li Younan let the coach start teaching him archery hand-on-hand.
The coach turned to Li Younan, repeating the sa process.
When correcting his stance, he used more force, and Li Younan’s shoulders and back felt a sense of resistance.
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