"Please go ahead!"
Beside the pitch-pot stand, the elder in traditional attire looked solemn.
Wu Yunzhi said to Yan Chuchen, "I’ll go first."
After paying with so broken silver, he stood in the middle of the field.
The pitch-pot ga isn’t a solo ga. On Ancient Street, it involved three people taking turns to throw the bamboo arrows each ti.
After Wu Yunzhi took the field, a young foreign guy also stepped on, serving as a competitor this ti.
One more person was needed.
At this ti, a lean young man stepped onto the field.
Yan Chuchen suddenly said, "Tao Nian."
Being in the sa senior year, she had an impression of the sports student Tao Nian, knowing that his athletic level was very high. So teachers even openly said he would go to the best sports university in the country next year.
Both were prominent figures in their year, naturally knowing each other.
Yan Chuchen had asked about sports before, and Tao Nian enthusiastically guided her, stating she was a great talent for sports, which was unfortunately dismissed by Yan Chuchen.
If not in dire situations, why would a girl like her study sports!
Tao Nian looked at Wu Yunzhi, grinned, showing his white teeth, with a sunny and arrogant smile.
Wu Yunzhi’s face didn’t look good. During the marathon, he t him as well, and Tao Nian coveted his sister Zichen and Wanqing at that ti.
The sha of the past, today, will be returned a hundredfold!
Wu Yunzhi withdrew his gaze, focusing entirely on the competition.
The pitch-pot contestants were all set, and the elder in traditional attire made a gesture, indicating everyone to get ready.
Soone else was responsible for placing the bronze pitch-pot; the three pots were lined up roughly 2.5 ters away from them.
After explaining the rules, they each poured a cup of wine; the loser drinks.
Moreover, a strong drumr lightly struck the drum, playing music as accompanint, full of ritual.
Xue Yuantong exclaid, "So formal!"
Xue Chuchu said, "Pitch-pot began as a form of entertainnt during ancient banquets, exclusively for the upper class."
She gave an example, "In the ’The Drunken Old Man Pavilion’ we studied, it describes ’the joy of the banquet is not silk nor bamboo; the shooters hit, the players win, the cups and chopsticks are intermingled, the guests rise and commingle,’ which describes pitch-pot."
Her tone was asured and soft, comfortable to listen to.
Yan Chuchen was moved; although she had studied the text, she never thought it could be used this way.
"Please... sit!" The elder in traditional attire dragged out the words.
Due to the pitch-pots being placed on the ground, in ancient tis, they would kneel on the floor. The stall owner moved with the tis and simplified the process by providing benches for everyone.
Once the three were seated, the drumr beat the drum, and Wu Yunzhi was the first.
He held a bamboo arrow about half a ter long, aiming at the pitch-pot 2.5 ters away, with a mouth diater of around 8 centiters.
Wu Yunzhi concentrated his mind, "In ancient tis, there was soone who killed the enemy’s machine gunner from 800 miles away with one shot...’
’Now, I’m just 2 ters away!’
Wu Yunzhi was fully concentrated, serious expression, and focused gaze.
In the next second, he suddenly threw it.
As expected, it missed.
Wu Yunzhi’s heart skipped a beat; he hadn’t found his rhythm just now.
However, there were a total of eight arrows, and even though this one missed, he still had a chance.
The drum sounded again, the foreign guy missed as well, and then Wu Yunzhi carefully watched Tao Nian, seeing him miss too, thinking it wasn’t all that after all!
Xue Yuantong watched with interest, and suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. She tilted her small face and was surprised to find soone resting an arm on her shoulder.
Xue Yuantong was shocked and angry; she often had her shoulder touched when she was shorter as a child.
However, ever since she got together with Jiang Ning, she hadn’t experienced this in a long ti. Who dared to be so presumptuous?
Oh, it turned out to be Yang Sheng.
"What are you doing?" Yang Sheng looked at the pitch-pot ga in the field.
Xue Chuchu, hearing the commotion, also turned to look and saw a strong, valiant-looking... girl.
Hmm, no Adam’s apple.
Unlike the girls Xue Chuchu usually saw, this girl suited this outfit especially well, particularly with her short hair, exuding a unique carefree aura.
"Yang Sheng, aren’t you with Dong Qingfeng and the others?" Xue Yuantong asked curiously, as Dong Qingfeng had just tagged Yang Sheng in the group chat.
Even though Yang Sheng didn’t reply in the group.
Yang Sheng: "I saw it, was just about to reply."
She observed the ga stall, finding it very interesting.
Then took out her phone, sent a ssage to Dong Qingfeng, refusing: "I’m a bit busy, you guys go ahead and eat first."
Shuiyun Space, the upper room on the second floor facing the river.
Dong Qingfeng looked at the ssage on the screen, montarily at a loss.
He thought Yang Sheng, being alone, should act with him. Why did she suddenly have sothing to do?
Although disappointed, Dong Qingfeng glanced at ng Zi Yun, Dong Xiaozhu, and another girl from the humanities class, as well as the holess first-year junior, Shang Wanqing!
Dong Qingfeng’s inner gloom washed away significantly, and he shouted, "Waiter, serve the food!"
Guo Kunnan and Huang Yuzhu were also in the compartnt, having a good impression of Dong Qingfeng, who was quite generous.
Once the dishes were served, instead of eating imdiately, they went for a photo-taking session.
Dong Qingfeng took a picture and sent it to Yang Sheng: "Look at this table full of dishes, the chef’s presentation is nice, isn’t it?"
Yang Sheng was watching the third round of pitch-pot. So far, only Tao Nian had hit an arrow.
Feeling increasingly intrigued, she finally made up her mind, replying: "I’m really not going, I’m caught up, enjoy your al."
Dong Qingfeng: "There are so dishes I specifically asked the chef not to make spicy, what a pity!"
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